literary spam
November 9th, 2006“He sat stiffly, hearing the small sound of something being set carefully back down (the penguin on his block of ice, perhaps), his hands clasped tightly on the arms of the wheelchair. He had re-injured the ribs he had broken riding after the doctor three nights ago, that was obvious, but it wasnt just pain that made his eyes blaze from his whitened face like that.”
(this is what spammers are sending these days. if they only used good excerpts from interesting books, included more of a chapter in each e-mail, and promise to send the next chapter on the next spam, i might not delete them… at least automatically… out of curiosity!)