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 have all sorts of respect for folks in the military, the men and women in uniform who put themselves in harm’s way to protect the basic rights you and I take for granted. I may not always agree with the politics that sends them in harm’s way, but that’s an entirely different ball of wax, isn’t it?

mobile military hardware behind him. All guns, clubs, wheels, knives and metal teeth. Teeth for tearing out throats? I had no intention of finding out. Follow me, our captor said,

Why people read military fiction, however, I’ve never really understood. Advertising, yet again, a cure for the flacid this orgasmic array of weapons graced the end of a recent SPAM. Perhaps they hadn’t heard, but most military men don’t like their libidos challenged.

Whoever compiles these VIAGRA SPAM ads might want to read the junk-filler text that they are including in the email bodies BEFORE they hit send. I mean, “VIAGRA” + “thirty day poison” doesn’t do it for me.

Or sooner. My first imperative order when I took command was to send for it. Then you know about the thirty-day poison? If I might be frank-I can

I ponder the nature of this text with some contemplative awe. What is this discussion? A person in power sends for something, presumably something deadly. Is there an assassination at work here? Is there a coup? Is there something unknown to the reader kept quietly in the dark and waiting for resolution? If I might be frank, I can dare say there is something afoot.

Another VIAGRA ad fell into my SPAM box and struck with the force of science fiction fragments that would barely make sense even if I read the whole damned book. I just don’t know if “VIAGRA” and “eleven minutes” are word that would bode well in a certain pharmaceutical company’s communications plan!

radio. We can hit anywhere on the planet in a maximum of eleven minutes. Send the signal when you have found the artifact and the space marines will be there. Report at a minimum of once a day.

Ah, the military of the future. Are we so efficient as to still be using those ancient authoritarian structures this far in the future. Reporting, bah! If I were a Space Marine, highly trained in the art of Space Combat, bobbing about the galaxy in my Space Ship and Spacing it up all in the name of the exploration and defence of, well, Space… oh what a wonderful life that would be.