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?

According to this gem I’ll have “better success” and be “wild-winged” if only I invest a mere two hundred thousand dollars RIGHT NOW! Something tells me that my SPAM-of the day investment advisor will be something like the passage below and disappear “completely in the fog.”

disappeared completely in the fog. And there was something in the fog.
Redrick walked behind him, and as soon as he stepped out of the shade, the

I Googled “Redrick” and came up shy of anything that might place him at the scene of this mysterious bank of mystery-laden foggy mystery: too bad. Which brings up a point. If you, dear reader, happen to have a clue at where these things are coming from, all the better. Leave a comment.

BIG MONEY NOW! Isn’t it convenient MR. SPAMMER, how your private, friendly advice to your buddy across the country just happened to wind up in my inbox. I know someone must fall for that scam. I might more often, that is, if I didn’t recieve a dozen accidental stock tips every WEEK!

They that walk much in the sun will be tanned at last After all is said and done, more is said than done Common fame is seldom to blame

The proverbial advice gracing the bottom of my screen is perhaps the more useful part of this email. Not that I completely understand THAT either. I am reminded of the quipping jokes that have over time evolved into low-brow small talk, such as “I love work. I could watch it all day.” or “Everybody stands still and no one gets hurt.” Recorded for posterity.

Like most “Buy this stock now, friend!” SPAM I receive in my inbox, this bit of FICTION doesn’t appear to be telling the whole story. Bits and pieces are fragmented out at random, and the poor narrator doesn’t seem likely to ever get the girl.

She touched my sleeve. “You must tell me the time.” “Including this?”bother to finish the sentence. “Perhaps you ought to kiss me again.”of rock a foot or so above us, and looked down at me with a wary

That said, trapped in the close confines of a timeless cave does seem like a good place to make his move. What better way to induce a one-night stand than a near-death experience. And, obviously there’s some privacy.