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Spam - the modern-age ambrosia on which I thrive. Not so raw and animalistic as the bacon that lines the surface of IHOP china. Yet less sophisticated than ham that is canned. Nevertheless, refined it it's own right. Why, oh why are you despised so? What bitter twist of technological fate has driven you to be loathed by the masses? Who could have foreseen that so sweet a word would be used to label Internet solicitation? You, a casualty of the Net revolution have been reduced to being carved in sadistic competitions by tools previously reserved for eating, not sculpting. It pains me so, to see your virgin form defiled by the mos

Unknown Past An Original Work Of John R. Porter III From the time he was a child, Benjamin Lucard knew he was different.  He didn't know how, but he felt it.  Ben was raised in a small yet cozy house in central Europe.  One of the main principles his parents taught him was to be kind and gentle.  It was because of this fact that his quick temper was so surprising.  All someone had to do was say something he didn't like and he would lash out.  To be honest, Ben had no control of himself once that horrible rage began.  It was as if he had two completely different people living within his body.   Mr. and Mrs. Lucard took him to all the best