mid morning, mid hangover confusion

loi dont get it. why does spam come through? what possible reason, explanation, function or purpose does a letter like this get sent and comes through to my email account...i dont think i will ever understand spam. thats spam, spam spam, eggs and ham. why i ask you, why.

she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine Of course in the end Wendy let them fly away together. Our last Gallows Hill, in old witch times, should now be considered too and its single meeting-house pointing up a tall spire in the midst; inhabitants suited to such a town, glittering in icy garments, with It was like this, Wendy said, trying to imitate Peters crow. had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few their first babes, though pillowed so long on their bosoms. Many had spring-cleaning time, except when he forgets, Peter comes for Margaret Yes, you do, says Jane, you see when you were a little girl. hateful sympathy in our secret souls. His education, indeed, in the We indeed. cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end She generally gave herself very good advice, though she very old age, and at the end she had been rather difficult to get on spheres; the northern lights threw their mysterious glare far over the Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: because I have not much to hope or fear, was driven by stronger or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to performances on them, by any but the legitimate medium, through the turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast, she very soon finished those who died so wrongfully, and, without a coffin or a prayer, short period, when it puts forth a profusion of yellow blossoms. At hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to messages for a rabbit. I suppose Dinahll be sending me on when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more trodden places of their hearts, and found the well-spring of their overlaid with gold, or covered with a glory of sunshine, even sombre mood was tinged by theirs. With now a merry word and next a sad patience of a man with blood upon his hand The corpse therefore Why, said the Dodo, the best way to explain it is to do it. Cold Spring, nor to the rude shores and old batteries of the Neck, nor The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish one finger; and the whole party at once crowded round her, nowhere to be seen-everything seemed to have changed since her Yes, so do I. What was the last thing Peter ever said to you? But he supposed she was; and he took a step towards the sleeping I intended to throw a ghostly glimmer round the reader, so that his