The Eighty-Twenty Solution

I had a spam hit my inbox on Yahoo! Mail that I happened to look at. They were hawking some sort of gift card, using images as the content delivery mechanism, but at the end, it said

Now, please enjoy your postmodern story of the day:

Followed by what looked like the output from Markov Chain or a CFG driven text generator, probably using Chuck Palahniuk as the input, since it contained the phrase "single serving friend" Ha! Fighting statistical methods with statistical methods.

Later just out of curiosity, I searched for the intro phrase, self deconstructing text has the one and only hit on Google for this phrase. She has a few samples of random texts, so I thought I'd include the two I've got today. Her first sample has a lot in common with mine:

Suddenly, he disappeared. My job was to apply the formula. I'm cold, you said, staring at the continuation we had to feel through yesterday. It was cold and sweet.

But this was a long road, and should I walk down it, I might never come back. He extended his hand by way of introduction. Are there a lot of these types of accidents? You can't go up to the unit. Nobody's allowed up there.

(I'm loving the way you walk with me so quietly, contentedly.) I am a single serving friend. How embarrassing. I'll tell you what happened next.

But this was a long road, and should I walk down it, I might never come back. I'm cold, you said, staring at the continuation we had to feel through yesterday. This is what I like, I'd tell myself. The same thing we do every night, he replied. The same thing we do every night, he replied.

I can never describe the walk back to my truck. He wanted to know more. He extended his hand by way of introduction. I want you to hit me as hard as you can.

He extended his hand by way of introduction. I'm evil. This is what I like, I'd tell myself. There's something I should tell you.

Can you tell me the answer? she asked. Love what you do and do what you love I'm evil. Thick walls are important.

How embarrassing. Hi, I said to all the animals. He extended his hand by way of introduction. We're going to regret this, my friend said. Are you getting pieces of this?

Much as I hate spam, my inner dadaist gets a kick out of this.