Spam isn’t all bad

Here are two emails I’ve recieved – one to my gmail, the other to the chemistry library’s address.

“So, ” I said. “I’m not offering any to you, because this is the first
“Home I have none. Flock I have none. I am Outcast. And we fly now at is something mysterious and maybe even incomprehensible. I’ve handled quite research in the Visitation Zones?”

“It’s all right,” I said. “The path around is faster.” I tossed the subjective evaluation) one important difference: Lem’s approach and style please, you’re not a human being now, do you understand? You are a machine, toward the light?”

I don’t understand. Neither had attachments, nor did they have secret in-white-text words. I do think Wadsbone addresses this in his post Morr Wackee Spam.

Perhaps I should start collecting this stuff. I need an excuse to bind a book, and a book full of non-commercial spam might be just the ticket.

Update:
Make her mad. chantilly albania “”How many times, God damn it? Not that there was much to look at — the furnace, the remains of a coal-pile, a table with a bunch of shadowy cans and implements lying on it and to his right, up a way from where be was propped. “The knife. a few extras. The whisper of the axe. “Three times, counting the trip for the water. His mother and father had taken him to Revere Beach often when he was a kid, and he had always insisted that they spread their blanket where he could keep an eye on that piling, which looked to him like the single jutting fang of a buried monster. Annie was driven forward onto the floor with the burning stack of paper under her. communicant

Do they employ writers to come up with original text for these?

  1. I think that secret government agencies are using your blog to covertly send coded messages back and forth.

    End of Line.

  2. This is really weird. I found this web page by doing a search on a line in a spam I received. Here is the full text (this was hidden in white letters on some kind of 5/3 bank scam email.

    His eyes dropped then widened. conservator cereal She bent and now came up with his old friend the yellow floor-bucket.

    He hitched air into his lungs and closed his eyes ” He had no idea what was going to come out or if anything really was. Nothing else. My life outside this room. The bobby-pin was on the board across the arms of the wheelchair. Look how good this is! Better to lie here, die here, better to accept this level of pain, terrific as it was, until all pain was gone. His mother and father had taken him to Revere Beach often when he was a kid, and he had always insisted that they spread their blanket where he could keep an eye on that piling, which looked to him like the single jutting fang of a buried monster. desk

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