Words of sorrow for the real word situation, for those people around the world who are being killed for nothing.

Angry thoughts of a past relationship.

From cradle to grave, from new to old, from fresh to decay, all things must run down.

Society takes away individuality.

Stream of consciousness mindless blather.

Two people are in love, but are not able to be together right now. But, their love for each other keeps them going.

A completely drug induced rambling in the darkest hours of the night.

I receive a lot of spam throughout the day. Sometimes a string of them read together starts to make sense. This is a short story based entirely off of the titles of spam emails. I’ve taken the liberty of changing capitalization and punctuation only.