THX0477-Spam

Spam.

I look out at the fire-branded horizon.

Spam.

Salt sea air assails my nostrils.

Spam.

Oh, so pleasantly.

Spam.

I fled the endless emails.

Spam.

I ducked responsibility.

Spam!

Here I hide, sweet Hawaii.

Spam.

And now the locals feed me,

*Spam*

Everyday is refined porky goodness!

*SPAM!*

_In the island way!_

The End

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