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?

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.