You know you're a geek when...
Tuesday, January 14th, 2003 11:03 am...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?
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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?
( Read more... )
[In other news, this LiveJournal was created one year ago. It's
penguinboi's fault. :-)]
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