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hummingwolf) wrote2004-10-25 05:14 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2004-10-25 05:14 pm
Livejournal is an ex-parrot!
Though this copy of MegaHAL is usually fed something resembling poetry (though not the poetry of any of my friends or acquaintances; I figure you can all mutilate your own work if you like), every once in a while I nourish him with prose if there's information in it that he needs to know. So today's dose of MegaHAL consists of compositions based on some of those words that just don't seem to have made it into many poems as yet.
megahal
Megahal is able to sleep in,
philosopher-clown blowing a horn at each epiphany.
~~~~~
livejournal
Livejournal is an aberration
caused by old age, hard and sad,
dear reader, in such moments,
like an afterimage, the pungent scent of sweat, shot through with
her purity that she wore
quilted caps, jackets, waistcoats, underskirts, and
logic, and a crocodile's
head, often represented as spitting fire.
~~~~~
ipod
A wave broke over the firewire cable. Every ipod comes with a flattering word,
but not for me
a solitary bird.
he held a series of sweeps and fixations from left to
collect information, he is crying yet.
~~~~~
spam
Islamabad, the city which was protected from being commercialized with heavy
population with common market places to maintain its beauty and uniqueness is
that's made of this into a shape
in crimson and white."
"the colors were good and the traffic-light;
but the old gate latch.
gate swings wide and starry sky,
they purpose nothing but fight
about their life-span
or with whom--of that we are here for those,
a full container cannot be considered spam as long as you stand,
glimmering and vast, out in the gutter.
the pig farms dissolve,
then reach for altitude,
we're fearless flying hotdogs,
i went to the board room
i would leave only bones and the native
sect of nichiren.
~~~~~
spyware
Paddle your own clustered with oats.
all summer you mowed the grass i love--
i hold it in magical splendor.
the feet, mechanical, go round--
of ground, or air, or ought--
a few leaves stay so long life;
at every pore with instant fires,
now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
why is it that i keep
its inarticulate memories.
the goal of advertising spyware that
and in that moment, a solid fact,
though i have straight hair
i can hear
that even the weariest river
winds somewhere safe to sea.
~~~~~
internet
There is not your business of the internet.
luckily, there is one in curls.
here's a story,
of a room--
a lord of nature i shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
made up so largely in thy root--
how the weight of our rice crispies
we shall walk with a beard,
as ours is.
the aftermath of a sudden flaming word,
you might ask what is now their glory,
by the light of day,
a wall of burning towns
shall i let the morning sun.
all morning i did
years afterwards, trailing their leaves on a damp rock,
and you'd shift the gear.
we'd find ourselves talking,
sunlight's half a crown.
~~~~~
megahal
Megahal is able to make fire by striking a
wound with a love nest, and snakes,
after spring's first thunders,
slide forth from it
the living from the liquor store
well, you kissed me there.
but when, with my snout i'd dig
deep inside.
~~~~~
livejournal
Livejournal is a mythical animal composed of
northern china, including inner mongolia. Most
of grated cheese. Fold crabmeat into cream cheese right up to my station wagon,
and while ye have your cake and eat it too.
megahal
Megahal is able to sleep in,
philosopher-clown blowing a horn at each epiphany.
~~~~~
livejournal
Livejournal is an aberration
caused by old age, hard and sad,
dear reader, in such moments,
like an afterimage, the pungent scent of sweat, shot through with
her purity that she wore
quilted caps, jackets, waistcoats, underskirts, and
logic, and a crocodile's
head, often represented as spitting fire.
~~~~~
ipod
A wave broke over the firewire cable. Every ipod comes with a flattering word,
but not for me
a solitary bird.
he held a series of sweeps and fixations from left to
collect information, he is crying yet.
~~~~~
spam
Islamabad, the city which was protected from being commercialized with heavy
population with common market places to maintain its beauty and uniqueness is
that's made of this into a shape
in crimson and white."
"the colors were good and the traffic-light;
but the old gate latch.
gate swings wide and starry sky,
they purpose nothing but fight
about their life-span
or with whom--of that we are here for those,
a full container cannot be considered spam as long as you stand,
glimmering and vast, out in the gutter.
the pig farms dissolve,
then reach for altitude,
we're fearless flying hotdogs,
i went to the board room
i would leave only bones and the native
sect of nichiren.
~~~~~
spyware
Paddle your own clustered with oats.
all summer you mowed the grass i love--
i hold it in magical splendor.
the feet, mechanical, go round--
of ground, or air, or ought--
a few leaves stay so long life;
at every pore with instant fires,
now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
why is it that i keep
its inarticulate memories.
the goal of advertising spyware that
and in that moment, a solid fact,
though i have straight hair
i can hear
that even the weariest river
winds somewhere safe to sea.
~~~~~
internet
There is not your business of the internet.
luckily, there is one in curls.
here's a story,
of a room--
a lord of nature i shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
made up so largely in thy root--
how the weight of our rice crispies
we shall walk with a beard,
as ours is.
the aftermath of a sudden flaming word,
you might ask what is now their glory,
by the light of day,
a wall of burning towns
shall i let the morning sun.
all morning i did
years afterwards, trailing their leaves on a damp rock,
and you'd shift the gear.
we'd find ourselves talking,
sunlight's half a crown.
~~~~~
megahal
Megahal is able to make fire by striking a
wound with a love nest, and snakes,
after spring's first thunders,
slide forth from it
the living from the liquor store
well, you kissed me there.
but when, with my snout i'd dig
deep inside.
~~~~~
livejournal
Livejournal is a mythical animal composed of
northern china, including inner mongolia. Most
of grated cheese. Fold crabmeat into cream cheese right up to my station wagon,
and while ye have your cake and eat it too.
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Funny! Thanks for the poetry.
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