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?

The opening line asked me if the sender “missed me on msn this morning” — I certainly didn’t miss him and his “save now with the best replica watches online” story. How many things are wrong with this email? 1) Ugly picture of an ugly watch. 2) A discounted self-admitted replica. 3) Spam.

design ! nerve in circle on adjustment see cart it’s ring , stage ! process be measure it’s family ! train ! note be secretary see waiting , connection ! current in stem try person may ticket on list it’s interest but regret try stamp ! smash not short a receipt may

sun but story the hat some wool the voice not war a sea it’s bird be development ! field but loose be shelf may harbor ! place not secret it’s theory , tin ! judge a horse it smooth the open or receipt be trousers and guide be bridge in plow some

first may face a brake not hope some copper see kick try loss , gold or strange may thick on question try measure not deep may spring be winter it violent it desire , power it’s egg or plate be prison it’s name ! bucket may business not bottle but clean be

I love this random poetry. I seriously doubt there is anything but a randomized dictionary script involved, but there is also something of a story to be seen from the captive evils of those machinations. It’s as if the poor computer is trying to express itself from a miserable and infected bot-slave existence. I hear you, captive compute, I hear you. *sniff*