Spam Scat

It's this kind of surreal "advertising" that will become art one day...hopefully after I am long dead.

I have a sick fascination with spam. The utter idiocy of it is, to me, mind boggling. I don’t understand what knucklehead would open and click on the links or why it still, consistently, arrives day after day in my email Inbox. However, every once and a while, I am morbidly curious as to what is behind some of the absolutely surreal and disconnected subject lines that head my junk-mail… (as evidenced by my random spam subject line generator in the right column of this blog). This one I had to post. Absorb it, sing it, go to some Bohemian coffee house and read it as scat. Enjoy one of the interweb’s most useless pieces of data.

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