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?

Or so claimed the subject. Oddly, this jumble had little to do with the Wheel of Time… or anything resembling sense at all for that matter. What I do get the sense of is someone testing a bot network. They are getting more clever, me thinks.

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Gibberish is great. No human could so randomly combine raw text snippets into such meaningless drivel. And somehow… SOMEHOW ALWAYS… there is Harry Potter in there. Why do they always choose that book?

The opening line asked me if the sender “missed me on msn this morning” — I certainly didn’t miss him and his “save now with the best replica watches online” story. How many things are wrong with this email? 1) Ugly picture of an ugly watch. 2) A discounted self-admitted replica. 3) Spam.

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I love this random poetry. I seriously doubt there is anything but a randomized dictionary script involved, but there is also something of a story to be seen from the captive evils of those machinations. It’s as if the poor computer is trying to express itself from a miserable and infected bot-slave existence. I hear you, captive compute, I hear you. *sniff*

My mail account automatically hides images sent in untrustworthy email, so I didn’t see the full color spread of enhancement pills hiding atop this particular excerpt. No clicky for yous.

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Sadly enough I all-too-quickly recognized this poorly edited patchwork of Pride and Prejudice that appeared in my in box this morning. Again, I wonder how Austen would feel about a bastardized bit of her work being sold on the spam market and used to sell Viagra.