Once in a while I delve into the bucket of dross that is the spam folder of my email account. Gmail is pretty good at catching this stuff, but I still feel the need to go in once in a while to check that no vital missives from NASA are stuck in there and can't get to me ( they will call, one day, and then yea verily, I shall save the Earth). Today, this gem:
Subject: cockroach dossier boris
Well, as far as spam goes, the subject line caught my eye. That is one magical title, the imagery, the mystery, the poetry of it, magnificent.
Turned out to be the usual offer for WALLIUM C1ALlS VlAGRRA of course, but frankly, as far as drugs go I prefer nicotine, caffeine and cocaine cut with baby powder and meringue dust.*
What a disappointment. And who the hell is Silas Huntley? Or Gilah Holt? Apparently someone thinks I know them, 'cos the email was addressed to them. These spam generators are getting artsy perhaps? Spam as literary art? Laudable.
*just kidding about the baby powder
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