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When SPAM gets literary
Dec. 13th, 2006 11:43 amThe following text was within the body of a spam message I got that I clicked because I thought I recognized the name of the sender.
She tore the typewriter off the board and slammed it down on the
mantel, lifting its weight of dead metal as he might have lifted an empty
cardboard box.
He kept seeing her licking the blood from her fingers, doing it as
absently as she must have eaten the ice-cream and Jell-O and soft black
jellyroll cake.
Don't know why, but it intrigued me. Made me imagine some poor frustrated writer, so desperate for a creative outlet that he or she could not help but inject the writing of their day job with some much needed imagery.
She tore the typewriter off the board and slammed it down on the
mantel, lifting its weight of dead metal as he might have lifted an empty
cardboard box.
He kept seeing her licking the blood from her fingers, doing it as
absently as she must have eaten the ice-cream and Jell-O and soft black
jellyroll cake.
Don't know why, but it intrigued me. Made me imagine some poor frustrated writer, so desperate for a creative outlet that he or she could not help but inject the writing of their day job with some much needed imagery.
