Sometimes when the spam gnome invades my email box and I accidentally open the darn thing, the result is surprising.
Take this email whose subject line was “Pharmaceuticals: $1.45”. It is unexpectedly poetic and emotionally confusing. Like reading the Journal of Albion Moonlight (by one of my all time favorite poets, Kenneth Patchen).
Here is what the personal-seeming message to me was:
“Try, then. You have your letter, you do not need my leave, but Ill give it nonetheless. If youreA most convenient oath, ser.did, the next man might hesitate and let the Imp slip the net. She would pile dead dwarfs ten fee”
*sniffle* You know its true, she would pile them. Ten Fee.