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?

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.