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hummingwolf) wrote2003-01-14 11:03 am
hummingwolf) wrote2003-01-14 11:03 am
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You know you're a geek when...
...the bad poetry you post in your online journal is written by an AI.
Today's offerings from MegaHAL:
In restless dreams i walked along the gutter
with the thoughts by england given,
her ancient homes and fretted towers
were as useless as my hands,
which makes me wonder,
ooh, it makes me wonder.
to work six wonders. As for the things you've got
to all tomorrow's parties
and cry behind the other
heroes were taken after their death. In medieval
romantic poetry, avalon was the whispered word, "lenore!"
this i whispered, and an echo in fathoms of sea water
i never knew
somebody else's cloud
the air is short of breath,
as who pursued with yell and blow
still tempted by all her senses; clamorous as
a letter that would have said were red.
and you are going to get to this point.
years in the dark; the vast walls of books
were my face first into the next.
Arthur was taken over from the
zodiac as the morning where i enter to applause,
where that wild radiance shone;
you hate it like a tedious argument
of a chair a pterodactyl
surveys the dark sweep of the world.
i would like to follow
you know better, but with no other lips
a glimpse of the heart
the wind was glad
and there sat sam, looking cool and calm, in the acacia's
thorns and the country green,
the silence that bludgeons you dumb.
the sky ablaze with purple and rose
as often as we wheeled
and you, whom i have so much
i don't know who you are?
The bottom line here is--if you receive a file with the breath,
and the fool heart of ruth, when, sick for home,
know ye well that he will be
for contemplation, but he doesn't know what to do for you?
are you hiding
somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a marble basin,
a coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
they choose the slain
and swayed in my eyes,
now she won't do anything but fiction,
these creatures that i don't deserve
but not to be retrospective--that is, the creatures sang merrily,
putting their faces inside the safe zones that we've made
a ball of brightness breaking, that's
lightning in the glade
when the ash and vermilion
offering petals of full-blown roses
as i fly away from here.
quite pure, quite free of one another.
The pebble
is to assume
our sweetness, up into one ball;
and the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on a plate.
reduce the heat of my bones
see stones
here by the magic horn, the sign
give it all to pieces and then you are ready,
or turn blind wantons like the brazen giant of greek fame,
with no time for me,
and men and boys,
as glances of eyes that wonder when...
people watch with unshocked eyes;
but the dead are dancing
in a kingdom by the failure of it all.
8 Sheets phyllo dough
all-purpose flour for handling
southwestern black beans
1 pinch salt
2 tablespoons reserved clam juice. Refrigerate until ready to make a king's throne stand,
the brave man with a pistol, putting a slug
into the highway
or let its meaning mix into the filth
that only just begun
first there are heartaches, why there are sighs
and would she have your moment
and you are sleeping?
brother john, brother john?
morning bells are ringing
of realizing how real
the garden paths,
and gradually the murmuring of the rockets and the fear
and edged our chairs up closer to the orchid terrace, like a restless breath
of insidious intent
to find what you are, as you were
accustomed, or to see
the opening in the sky goes
and they make it yet
and the lingering illness
the armament dealers of europe
and i sink on a plate
the tyrant's coming
then kissed
she gave him a new-laid egg
in wheat that does not house,
haunches and chin
over medium heat. Stir in clams and reserved clam juice
1 teaspoon lemon juice
ΒΌ teaspoon garlic salt
drain clams, reserving 2 tablespoons clam juice. Blend cream cheese mixture.
pour custard into the land and it wasn't funny anyway
i wandered dim with some one, but i bravely said: "i'll go to sleep--
no flies on the ground
like a parrot up in leaves;
and further still at an unearthly height,
one luminary clock against the sea.
the fluttering green banners there
and vitality, thus affecting the melodic quality.
[In other news, this LiveJournal was created one year ago. It's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
penguinboi's fault. :-)]
Today's offerings from MegaHAL:
In restless dreams i walked along the gutter
with the thoughts by england given,
her ancient homes and fretted towers
were as useless as my hands,
which makes me wonder,
ooh, it makes me wonder.
to work six wonders. As for the things you've got
to all tomorrow's parties
and cry behind the other
heroes were taken after their death. In medieval
romantic poetry, avalon was the whispered word, "lenore!"
this i whispered, and an echo in fathoms of sea water
i never knew
somebody else's cloud
the air is short of breath,
as who pursued with yell and blow
still tempted by all her senses; clamorous as
a letter that would have said were red.
and you are going to get to this point.
years in the dark; the vast walls of books
were my face first into the next.
Arthur was taken over from the
zodiac as the morning where i enter to applause,
where that wild radiance shone;
you hate it like a tedious argument
of a chair a pterodactyl
surveys the dark sweep of the world.
i would like to follow
you know better, but with no other lips
a glimpse of the heart
the wind was glad
and there sat sam, looking cool and calm, in the acacia's
thorns and the country green,
the silence that bludgeons you dumb.
the sky ablaze with purple and rose
as often as we wheeled
and you, whom i have so much
i don't know who you are?
The bottom line here is--if you receive a file with the breath,
and the fool heart of ruth, when, sick for home,
know ye well that he will be
for contemplation, but he doesn't know what to do for you?
are you hiding
somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a marble basin,
a coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
they choose the slain
and swayed in my eyes,
now she won't do anything but fiction,
these creatures that i don't deserve
but not to be retrospective--that is, the creatures sang merrily,
putting their faces inside the safe zones that we've made
a ball of brightness breaking, that's
lightning in the glade
when the ash and vermilion
offering petals of full-blown roses
as i fly away from here.
quite pure, quite free of one another.
The pebble
is to assume
our sweetness, up into one ball;
and the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on a plate.
reduce the heat of my bones
see stones
here by the magic horn, the sign
give it all to pieces and then you are ready,
or turn blind wantons like the brazen giant of greek fame,
with no time for me,
and men and boys,
as glances of eyes that wonder when...
people watch with unshocked eyes;
but the dead are dancing
in a kingdom by the failure of it all.
8 Sheets phyllo dough
all-purpose flour for handling
southwestern black beans
1 pinch salt
2 tablespoons reserved clam juice. Refrigerate until ready to make a king's throne stand,
the brave man with a pistol, putting a slug
into the highway
or let its meaning mix into the filth
that only just begun
first there are heartaches, why there are sighs
and would she have your moment
and you are sleeping?
brother john, brother john?
morning bells are ringing
of realizing how real
the garden paths,
and gradually the murmuring of the rockets and the fear
and edged our chairs up closer to the orchid terrace, like a restless breath
of insidious intent
to find what you are, as you were
accustomed, or to see
the opening in the sky goes
and they make it yet
and the lingering illness
the armament dealers of europe
and i sink on a plate
the tyrant's coming
then kissed
she gave him a new-laid egg
in wheat that does not house,
haunches and chin
over medium heat. Stir in clams and reserved clam juice
1 teaspoon lemon juice
ΒΌ teaspoon garlic salt
drain clams, reserving 2 tablespoons clam juice. Blend cream cheese mixture.
pour custard into the land and it wasn't funny anyway
i wandered dim with some one, but i bravely said: "i'll go to sleep--
no flies on the ground
like a parrot up in leaves;
and further still at an unearthly height,
one luminary clock against the sea.
the fluttering green banners there
and vitality, thus affecting the melodic quality.
[In other news, this LiveJournal was created one year ago. It's
penguinboi's fault. :-)]
Heh,
You'd be surprised how often I hear that.
Actually, you might not be surprised at all.
Re: Heh,
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congratulations on one year! thank you, penguinboi. :)
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