it isn't spam, it's hash busting.
it isn't merv's fault, it's mine. i started it, and i'll continue it. it was all prompted by the similarity to mr. timmy's wordplay, so let's all realize it is never going away and we might as well revel in it while we can.
this fractured gem arrived this morning:
Mine green well-crafted camera lies.
Any stupid hairy clock makes sound.
Their bluish spoon lies at the place that the small boat stands-still and perhaps their stupid door looks around.
His brothers odd shaped magazine is thinking and still our children golden binocyles is on fire.