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?

After collecting these fragments of SPAM FICTION for as long as I have, I am starting to notice a real trend. There are a disproportionate number of advertisements for penis enlargement drugs. Viagra, Cialis, Xanax. Either those are top sellers… or the market is slow, and they figure the only way to boost sales is to pepper my email account with low resolution plugs for drugs. Either way, as I’m not really needing those particular pharmaceuticals, I’m still –by far — more interested in the gobble-dee-gook that tags along. Such as:

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I get the feeling that this is like a retarded extract from the long lost sequel to Brokeback Mountain — or soemthing equally odd. Read it again. I think you’ll agree.

I did a quick Google for this passage and found numerous others who had posted the identical piece from their own SPAM collections, and yes, usually advertising VIAGRA or other enhancement drugs. Mine came in a collection of Real Estate advice. Buy now. Cheap Mortgages!

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Apparently Buzzard gets around. I could NOT find his origin, however.

So, who is Buzzard? His vague voices haunt the shadows of Arthur’s dreams, it would seem. Does that seem fair? Whatever, Arthur. Suck it up.