He was destitute, without hope, and a loser at life. He drove off the only woman who had ever taken an interest in him. But he still knew the world existed, with or without him. because there were those who were trying to contact him. But everything landed in his email's junk folder.

Yet, maybe...just maybe someone cared. Maybe someone was reaching out to him.

But probably not, he sighed. He was still bitter about that Nigerian prince who had what was left of his saving. He would miss his mortgage payment. And what he had learned from over half a million dollars in student debt was that it didn't matter whether he was here or not.

Not.

He contemplated it. Everything pointed to his ending it all. He was at the breaking point. If he were to suffer just one more reason to leave this Earth, be given just one more indication he should do it now, he wouldn't be able to resist. He'd hit critical mass in suicidal ideation. What would be that last thing? he wondered.

He opened his email's trash bin, and the very first one he saw, the most recent one—as if it were a direct response to his question—he read:

Complimentary cremation discount offer.

Of course, it was meant to be marketing an estate-planning strategy. But it made even more sense for him to—as the offer read—take advantage of this smart opportunity because, even better, there was no interest nor any payment due for 12 months.

It was a time-sensitive offer, he realized.

Perusing that abyss known as Gmail, I find myself deleting a lot of digital flotsam and jetsam that is about as useful to me as a condom dispenser in a convent. Still, I have to admit, some of these garbage emails make me think. For example:

There is an amazing number of products out there for those who suffer from erectile disfunction. The pills, lotions, drinks, and even gummies (keep out of reach of children) that're advertised are guaranteed to hoist even the limpest of meat main sails. Personally, I don't suffer from the condition, but that's nothing to brag about because a light switch that can stay flipped up for 2 minutes is no big deal. "Delete"

Apparently, there are hundreds of single Asian, Russian, and women over the age of 40 who're eager to date me. Let me be clear on two things. First, I'm happily married. Second, any woman who's eager to date me is probably clinically insane and a possessor and practiced user of the Lorena Bobbitt cutlery set. So, no thank you. "Delete"

An urgent correspondence from a politician is being sent to me because the members of the opposing party are out to ruin America. Of course, said politician wants my help in the form of a donation and my vote to aid them in their quest to save America. Personally, I think all politicians be they donkey or elephant are responsible for the massive lube-free cluster fuck that has become our country. So, expecting a politician to fix our nation's issues is like asking a clan of hyenas to save a wounded gazelle. "Delete"

For a limited time, the Danbury Mint is proudly offering hand-painted collector plates that commemorate Elvis' slow transformation from svelte child sexual predator to the fat. white jumpsuit wearing, mutton chopped, Vegas performing hack he died as for just 3 easy payments of $19.99 per plate. Each month, I will receive a new beautifully painted porcelain plate along with a certificate of authenticity that visually chronicles the physical transformation caused by Elvis' steady diet of Quaaludes and fried peanut butter and nanna samiches. These magnificently created plates will surely increase in value and are so realistic Elvis' cellulite and that famous double chin will slowly appear beneath his greasy mutton-chopped gob with each new addition to my collection. But this offer won't last forever and if I act now I will also receive a replica of the check Elvis signed that bribed his bride, Priscilla's parents into not having him arrested for having an illegal sexual relationship with their 14 year old daughter. "Delete"

I am missing out on securing a mortgage in my area of California at the current 5.2% interest rate. With just such a mortgage, I could finance a desirable1-room shack located near running water on enough land to dig a his and her outhouse for the low-low asking price of $500,000. "Delete"

Amazon is hiring delivery drivers. The pay starts at $20/hour and you will receive medical and dental on the first day while receiving training in how to heave packages marked, "Fragile" like an Olympic shot putter more that 15 yards to land somewhere near the (hopefully correct) customer's front door. "Delete."

Of course, this is just a small sample of the useless drivel that lands in my email. However, I can't complain too much, because after all, a lot of what I write that ends up on the internet probably also deserves a...."Delete"

on days when I think

the cupboard bare...

and find dirth of

staples there

not a grain

of rice

nor

a shred

of tea

I remember

my friend's

dearth advice

to always

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to check deeper

into the cabinet

all the way in back

behind the pickled

herring can...

which lost

its tab

Groping in that

dust filled empty

I have to crackle

as I recall my

friend Spam

and the misplaced

bottle opener

She sends me

in email a joke

each day

and a recipe

from a website

called Holy Food...

I've won a prize too!

I find this all

in the folder

named in her

honor...

Thank you Spam.

04.02.2025

One man's trash challenge @Mariah

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|To create this I did a screenshot of my junk folder and opened it in Google translate and selected all copied and pasted it to my notepad. Then went to work deleting words and spaces until this was left. All original order retained and I added the word "But". That's it! Love this challenge, thanks!|

Trash compiled.Hoarders without borders.Theres a fine line between wants and needs.Please tell me.Do I need to be told what i want or what I need?I need a fix.A fix?What’s broken?The line that separates my wants and needs.I recently deleted my EMAILS and it put ASMILE on my cafe,I mean face.Actually that’s usually when I delete when I’m over caffeinated?.You see I’m not a morning person,I cannot handle too much info at once.Then I have my coffee and my brain dry freezes then it infuses and now I can think.

I need to be stimulated to think.

Some people can wake up to silence.

I can’t ,I need a distraction,six or eight hours is enough!

I’m a morning person,when I control the sights and sounds.

An alarming morning Can be a beep and a blink or no messages.

I know it’s just a phone!

I never realized how much my head goes in a spin when I lose my phone!

True story.

Earlier this year,in the morning.Surprise surprise.

I was looking for my phone.

My neighbor calls me.I tell him I can’t talk to you right now,I’m looking for my phone!

He says,well call me when you find it.

I guess my neighbour isn’t a morning person as well.

I‘m here sitting in my chair waiting for my coffee in incomplete darkness and silence.

I turn of my phone to give my eyes a rest.

Shit! I think the lights are gone!

I turn the flashlight on my phone to find my phone.

Wheres that beeping sound coming from?!Aah the smell Of early early morning coffee.

You thought this was your school email? Silly you! It's a device for TurnoutPAC to reach you through. What they're so happy about, no one really knows. They talk politics from a progressive angle, and, in the five months they've been emailing you non-stop, there's been no good news. So enjoy deleting more reminders of the political state of things. You can try to unsubscribe, but they'll continue to email you about random political rambling.