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.

I’ve noticed a number of people have come here looking for the exact phrase SPAM FICTION, as of which this posting rates pretty high in the Google rankings. I would of thought that entries generated from words like VIAGRA and ENHANCEMENT would have sent people running here quicker. Alas, not. And little fragments like this one, littered with not but a decent unique phrase are no better.

never condoned the secret law in the Mint. It was only recently produced by the overly-paranoid management here. Yours was the first arrest-and will be the last. There have been numerous job replacements

It would seem then, like the overly-paranoid management in this idle bit of FICTION, I’d better be looking over my back for people seeking the truths inherent in philosophical bits of unsolicited email.