Literary SPAM?

Question

Fight against spam

Received a letter, got into spam. The subject says: "[*****SPAM*****] Money has been debited from your account"
The text reads as follows:

Allah was silent. She didn't know what to answer. - Necessary. Let's look for information about <> and your Lily. "It's all right," I replied, trying to speak as usual, but it still came out a little hesitantly. - Just thinking. "Autumn," the man said in frustration. - Is this your dog? - Where are you going at night looking? Mom asked sternly, folding her arms over her chest. I looked down at the very last page of the newspaper. Contact numbers, address, e-mail number and imprint were written there. The phone number is simple there, - Oh, Colombia! the minister said pointedly, when he was initiated into all the details. “I fear that, in that case, some difficulties will arise. The President and I - we differ in our sympathies. His sympathy is on the side of the existing system, but mine…” The minister smiled mysteriously but kindly at the general. - To you, the general is no doubt aware that since the political struggle between the Tammanists and the Republicans, Congress has issued a decree according to which all weapons and military supplies exported from the country must be taken into account by the War Department. Nevertheless, I will gladly do everything I can for you, for the sake of my old friend Mr. Kelly. But everything must be kept in the strictest secrecy, since the president, as I have already said, does not sympathize with the aspirations of the revolutionary party in Colombia. I will now have an orderly bring me a list of weapons currently in stock. - Yes Yes! What? - Everyone picked it up and began to demand indignantly: - Turn on the light! Sing! Turn on the light! Sing! Turn on the light! Sing! Turn on the light... I remained silent, carefully listening to the thoughtful song about how difficult it a cannibal lives in the world - all people have a bitter taste of meat due to disturbed ecology and the winter session. One could only guess how the winter session is connected with the taste of human meat, but you can’t argue with <>. Since they say that the winter session affects the taste of meat, then it is true. They see better. In daylight, in a mundane long-sleeved blouse and a simple woolen skirt, with her hair tied up and a modest expression on her face, she could just now take the stage as Prudence Wise, the preacher's daughter and the heroine of the great unwritten and untitled drama of history. New England. Mom felt my gaze and looked up from her book. Hiro smiled. But on the other hand, they heard the news: You will get into the "Business Help". I waited not one minute, but five, and finally heard a weary: Finally, there was relative silence in the cabin, accompanied by loud footsteps on the roof and a drawn-out howl. Suddenly - a sweet, gentle, sweet voice Until the morning they kept me in the hospital, and then they said that I could undergo outpatient treatment, that is, stay at home. In principle, I did not need special treatment - I was not physically injured. And mentally, too. The tension was rising. It seemed that the fire lit at the beginning of the conversation flared up more strongly, and now its light hurt the eyes. - Be at home. You can't go there, - I shook my head and closed the door. Dial three and five ones! And at the very bottom of the photograph, someone scratched out an inscription. <> that I can receive outpatient treatment, that is, stay at home. In principle, I did not need special treatment - I was not physically injured. And mentally, too. The tension was rising. It seemed that the fire lit at the beginning of the conversation flared up more strongly, and now its light hurt the eyes. - Be at home. You can't go there, - I shook my head and closed the door. Dial three and five ones! And at the very bottom of the photograph, someone scratched out an inscription. <> that I can receive outpatient treatment, that is, stay at home. In principle, I did not need special treatment - I was not physically injured. And mentally, too. The tension was rising. It seemed that the fire lit at the beginning of the conversation flared up more strongly, and now its light hurt the eyes. - Be at home. You can't go there, - I shook my head and closed the door. Dial three and five ones! And at the very bottom of the photograph, someone scratched out an inscription. <> And at the very bottom of the photograph, someone scratched out an inscription. <> And at the very bottom of the photograph, someone scratched out an inscription. <>

In general, a rewrite by Vladimir Selin and Comrade O'Henry. What could it be? ;) The goal itself? So that I google excerpts and get to a specific site? When googling in the TOP-3, the same site flashes.

Answer 1

Changing Coefficients in Bayesian Spam Detector Filters

Answer 2

Spam bots can insert random bits of long text into an email to make it look unique. In order not to look for a long text, some kind of literary work is simply taken. This has happened many times already.

Answer 3

This is how spammers joke on Fridays.