Yes it is! Drink!

I really hate spam, but, occasionally, it amuses me. Today I received an ad for discount medications (Viagra: 3.33! Valium: 1.21!) -- typical spam, but it carried the accompanying, strangely compelling prose:

"corn. Startled birds flapped away when we emerged, while something He could eat them-and a dozen more-for breakfast, but there was no does. Now, as we stroll, Ill report in. Tachyons! This thing emits them-we know that because that is how like the bit about men having no need for the thing. He smiled a gene mutation and transplant, rich in animal protein. They should not another slice just as our golden greeter appeared. That was the moment to be prepared for. Yes it is. Forms of last request are standardized by law. Drink. The blues had been sung. A page turned, a chapter ended. Tremearne came back. barked with exasperation. been said, and who am I to doubt it, that they exist in a produced by the overly-paranoid management here. Yours was the first well. This was all that was visible since he was wearing a sort of Heaven forbid, I muttered gruelly and put the bowl aside. I"

This person needs to get out of the spam/pill-marketing business and consider a career as an author. Or, at least, someone who passes off whatever software program generates the text above as their own creation. I'd buy it, for more than $1.21, who am I to doubt? Yes it is! The blues had been sung. Drink!