Okay, here is some new fun: a poem generator. Just enter a webpage. Here are a couple i got:
trembling on a lot
just a
blank
stare. Paris understands grey, forgives. Grey allows for
such chromatics.
I can appreciate; and mittens that to
spill through the cool authority of Kodak, of
them right on, one foot
in alleys or holds me when the
face of her tongue into
her hair trembling on a
lot
of the face wide. I fall
enough as a
little further into
her point.
not ever
just my desk with stuff,
overscheduling and
frantic a donkey. paraphrenalia which is
sweet since 1978:
happy. most of the time.
Like, to me
all
this way i
am usually somwhere on Target, baby
call for submissions
a potpourri of the freaky realization
that
gives you know?
Claudia, that working
on the nation. I am bored less
in (my GOD APPARENTLY THEY
COME IN) my schtick,
per refer to garlands,
bird on the malaise of tea
i am bored less
and frantic a ghost or
some other
restless undead critter after
i am not ever content nor
i am happy! most of the rooms
i am not
ever content nor
do i came to
me a cough, cooing at my GOD.
right on, 3 you later, folks.
Yes. GENIUS. Thanks, Rob. and 3 you later, folks. clm.