SPAM FICTION

This is a cryptic SPAM repository. I have found fragments of FICTION. I have found poetry. I have found secret messages. I have found divinity. I am whole because of the unrequested messages that fall into my inbox. Seek truth. Seek SPAM. But first tell me, why am I wasting my life?

The quoted texts are probably copyright. I recieved them as junk filler in SPAM email, inserted to distract the filters that would otherwise kill the message. Rarely does it work, so I shuffle through the SPAM box and look for gems. Texts are included as editorial exerpts. I editorialize, or otherwise try to interpret their meanings or derivations. Tell me, why am I wasting my life?

I can’t resist the virus-ridden SPAM it seems. Virus SPAM tends to leech something extra special from the inbox – not only an unsolicited message, but a malicious one at that. I guess, while I patiently decipher the chaotic FICTION included with the payload, my computer is eaten alive. Thoughts?

Mygolly, Ambrosine, but Im looking forward to this afternoon. She had once gonewith some one to ask his advice. But Peter did not agree that we knownothing. Then they went home and licked their wounds. She had charm; she had extraordinary charm. Aunt Becky turned her cronelike old grey head towards him. But there were so many doors, such unexpected places,she could not find her way. He had just missed his eleven, said Lady Bradshaw, because of themumps. Camilla, snapped Aunt Becky, I beg of you to stop trying to cry. Hartand may be reprinted only when these eBooks are free of all fees. And Richard and Elizabeth were rather glad it was over, but Richardwas proud of his daughter. Everybody in the room has six sons at Eton, Peter told her,except himself. The partys splendour fell to the floor, so strange it wasto come in alone in her finery. Little Uncle Pippin said that he wouldnt miss one of Aunt Beckyslevees for a dog-fight. His relations withClarissa had not been simple. He blacked the Kings boots or counted bottles at Windsor, Petertold her. It was tiring; it was noisy; but Clarissahad asked her. In three generations sixty Darks had been married tosixty Penhallows. He lookedyounger, she thought, than any of them. Theres no use blinking the truth ortrying to cover it up with sentiment. Little Uncle Pippin said that he wouldnt miss one of Aunt Beckyslevees for a dog-fight. I will come, said Peter, but he sat on for a moment.

Not having been much of a Virginia Woolf fan, I’m pressed to know if this is somehow related to that classic word-scriptess. The flow-y language, with numerous reference to arrogant flowery names and titles kinda makes me want to hurl. But then maybe that’s the point.

Virus-ridden SPAM is, well, technically not SPAM unless the product the sender is aiding and abetting in selling is the wholesale destruction of your data. Virus SPAM is, however, a fountain of interesting FICTION, not needing, as such, to contain much content besides a malicious file one should otherwise resist clicking. See what I do for my audience?

There isdistinction in her simplicity and naturalness. That was long ago but I shall never forget her. My freedom cant be of any use to anyone if I dont value it. Ive known it, been resigned to it, at least resigned enoughnot to think it worth while fighting. I feel that if only I could be with her,everything would change. Shedoesnt seem concerned about what theyll think. She is doing something for me now, she isgiving me hope. But how am I to leave this woman Ive lived with fortwenty years at an hours notice? You must have a good lawyer tosecure you in whatever way he thinks best. Allright, in its way, wanting a particular body but not to be ridden andtortured by it. Shedoesnt seem concerned about what theyll think. She holds out her hand which I bend down tokiss, then lets it drop gently to her side. Hartand may be reprinted only when these eBooks are free of all fees. Three letters from Myrtle Vendramin, nothing else. Elinor rises from the sofa and stands a moment, looking at me. I dont believe one can go on for ever likethat, without caring for anything or anybody. We have not been afraid ofhearing both sides of a question. She has been backand forth there many times and must soon go again. I sayand I repeat that yesterday democracy performed a great andessential act. Mustbe civil to him, cant let him down before them. Thank God Ive found one at last worth caringfor.

The subtle elimination of proper punctuation and legibility-increasing spaces – probably to conserve bandwidth for the unsuspecting victim – is boggling. The fragment, perhaps falling from a emotion-driven legal drama seems to be the wrap-up to some confused protagonists epiphany. Nothing to see here. Next.