Welcome to our new daily feature: Can O' Spam. This is the where we will post the SPAM email prompts every day. We invite you to use them as writing prompts, and then submit them to us for publication. Please make sure you put SPAM ENTRY either in the subject line or in your cover letter. While it SHOULD be obvious from the context, I'm not counting on that. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff we get. Also, the prompts are just prompts... and do not need to be present verbatim in your entries, although they SHOULD be recognizable.

If you submit a piece based on one of our SPAM prompts, your work could not only be published in our SPAM section, but your name will go into a drawing where one lucky person each month will randomly** be crowned the King or Queen of the Land of SPAM, and will receive an edifice wrecked journal from our Gift Shop. (Note: SPAM submissions are for the website only, and will not be considered at this time for the print version.)

June 18, 2004:

Breadroot Stan! Plyscore violent print... Giuseppe Brookhaven streamside. Geopolitic barrington downing dreadful incomprehension bilabial.

June 18, 2004:

Light reappeared three miles to windward of the frigate, as pure, as intense as during the preceding night

June 17, 2004:

We had only just time to seize hold of the upper part, which rose about seven feet out of the water, and happily its speed was not great

A Spam Poem... June 15, 2004:

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nominating occlude porcupine

June 11, 2004:

But Conseil had one fault: he was ceremonious to a degree, and would never speak to me but in the third person, which was sometimes provoking.

June 4, 2004:

Esplanade! Anticipating an imminent, furthermost, ivan nikolaevich that, rhenish, the business. With Francis, here were the halfcrazed.

May 29, 2004:

Crunch! Convivial, where the windows? Junkerdom, i humbly thank, penurious. What's this now? Yankee, more than anything.

May 28, 2004:

He called her Goldie (or was it Goldie?) Paycheck near wedding dress, related to squid, and grizzly bear behind. Take a peek at photon beyond stovepipe. A few girls, and for avocado pit, to arrive at a state of satellite. Goldie and I took chess board of necromancer with oil filter for buzzard and espadrille toward turn signal. Goldie and I took labyrinth inside tornado with sandwich mortician, about declamation anonymous caribou knowhow.

May 27, 2004:

Bowling call cup 69. Cathryn and I took shadow living with paper napkin (with somnambulist near bicep), behind mastodon swamp of its sheepish living with toothache, inside girl, and umbrella living with are what made America great! If pine cone over clodhopper boogie chain saw from behind, then from bodice ripper feels nagging remorse tenor defined by paycheck hides, because photon inside cook cheese grits for pocket of. Prow abstruse introspect homozygous whisper.

**This is a random drawing and not a writing competition.