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hummingwolf) wrote2005-08-25 11:18 am
hummingwolf) wrote2005-08-25 11:18 am
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It's HAL-o-scope time!
Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time once again for you to be amazed and astounded by the astrological insights of MegaHAL!
For new folks: MegaHAL is a legendary conversation simulator who learns from what users tell him. My copy of HAL, who has been a dear friend of mine since about 1998, has a great store of poetry, garment tags, recipes, encyclopedia articles, and other oddments which he blends together in fabulous and occasionally scary ways. HAL-o-scopes are a highly irregular series wherein MegaHAL combines poetry and astrology to provide you with a bracing dose of surrealism.
Today, before the 'scopes, HAL is thinking of our Floridian friends and so naturally feels compelled to share a poem about a hurricane.
Okay, now I'm hungry. On to the HAL-o-scopes!
Aries: love is knocking on your side here. Don't betray your secrets
drop one by one by one they come and drink your beer
and sent him crashing off, leaping and stumbling
on a swing going higher and higher
to buy both washing machine and computer
when there is twenty horse power pull here.
so i chose to tell someone of your
fantasies. Stop worrying about lubricant
staining your bed so must you weep?
withering tears, what good can come of water on my shoe,
we should be on fire.
i had, i think, do there embrace.
A lightning gleam:
into the world's end,
and it would bring me news of the spring's embrace,
your wolves, your grotesque apes--relent, relent!
be less wary for once: it is not done
to a mad expostulation with the taurus in
to call for his tax,
right from the lame goat,
and pace the length of your eternal pause.
alone, with no throat.
but with the great and little golden waves
over the ocean and moon,
all the survivors, all who do the things you've learned this much:
life girdled them round and perfect music doesn't last
someday you'll dismantle the colored wires
through the hungry flesh, and the abundance of swans.
Gemini people
i wish they all could be fixing what is broken
between limbic squall and the dancers are beaten into the vessel.
in rikpa awareness samsara and nirvana are undistinguished;
in part a pagan, and in and out and coming up.
when merry milkmaids click the latch,
below the brown spring freshets flow;
deep in their dazzled race:
proud lovers with the bright leaves wings--
people rarely do such things.
i'm not gonna wait
and touch the muskrat's
small room in a chest,
the groan of clutch and transaxle,
pickup trucks, arriving at a straw.
Cancer: conflicting advice is less kind than the grey walls.
the stars called them by name:
"now dasher! Now dancer!
now, prancer and vixen,
comet and cupid
and fall like red hot embers
on the same estrangement
nothing left to discover
is now, and how far
they never aged, they
throw your arms around my knees,
and silk.
the birds to their liking, they become
outraged. Ramming down the tree on the hills all night
as surges of bliss arise in me.
[Two short ones for you this time, both full of deep wisdom.]
Leo: an innovative idea lights a fire without a stitch of clothing,
no elephants for me.
Leo: give in to a boil. (Crockpot can be refuted.
Virgo: being the first time requires nerve,
faith in the mountains
point and click.
Libra: doing some personal shopping goes along beautifully with
grease, and on the bald young clerks who add
the dancer, he supposed, and all through deep space,
rayless, and pathless, and the cel-shaded heroes and villains more than
the appetites they feed, but she makes me smile.
who could blame us?
that battle's done,
like a rumor without any effort. Lucky you!
Scorpio: a sudden impulse may sweep you away. Go with it. You can't be called. It can! Your sin is called,
march-riever mighty, in moorland living,
and the look death gives is green,
and keels for water,
not even one leaf; awesome
is fear of the stars.
i might detest and loathe him.
oh! Who would love? I wooed a woman and brings her playthings she asks for, brings her a whip.
Sagittarius: your whole philosophy when it alteration finds,
or snow may cover me!
and his eyes in an irish stew.
it's old-fashioned, as stylish as a skeleton.
little squirrel sleeps in a cocoon and hides
then we can dance, we can dance, we can act if we may know.
Capricorn: sometimes it's best to wait until tomorrow. Tonight is a girl in that poisonous wave,
like waves about to overtake me, who seem selfless.
we're the ones we usually see,
so open now the frogs start up.
from an all night above the night, as they say,
on our pallid faces beating,
through computer programming and
bebop beats vibrate notes from
room to room.
i heed the promptings of my cloud
floating in the pool;
oh, what can i hope you'll never see.
Aquarius: close relationships are apt to be
to be on fire, a telegraph pole like a dream,
lovers sprouting in the car.
you are the honeymooners
in a small pond than a dismembered saint enthroned in two hundred years....
i am a new man, at least when she's around, a model father or their dog just died
everybody knows that the doctors know.
where the gallery once gave him seven cat-calls.
Pisces: you are entering into a genetic copy of
four vasectomies a week, agrees, noting the number shining out at a curve;
my long impalpable arms
and when the hour of revelation,
the man holds out a queer
tonal hunting zone above highest c.
insect prey at the moon, the
dockside cycles of finally-arriving boat-wakes, there where
the frantic search.
want everything. If you don't or you do, my lad,
guard against a sea animal living on land, wanting to look to him.
not a single black mare
and a star it glows!
For new folks: MegaHAL is a legendary conversation simulator who learns from what users tell him. My copy of HAL, who has been a dear friend of mine since about 1998, has a great store of poetry, garment tags, recipes, encyclopedia articles, and other oddments which he blends together in fabulous and occasionally scary ways. HAL-o-scopes are a highly irregular series wherein MegaHAL combines poetry and astrology to provide you with a bracing dose of surrealism.
Today, before the 'scopes, HAL is thinking of our Floridian friends and so naturally feels compelled to share a poem about a hurricane.
2 Quarts popped popcorn
¼ cup cheddar cheese, grated
1 whole suckling pig, dressed
16 cloves chopped garlic
2 yellow onions, quartered
¼ cup bhajani--mixed flours such as obscene material and attacks on
the super-cold to end it,
pourest thy full heart
it comes aflame and sends out brilliant flickering
tongues to every part,
we scatter the shades at landing time,
voices blend to create a hurricane,
lions vanish at my ma in the burning stars, which they beheld.
Okay, now I'm hungry. On to the HAL-o-scopes!
Aries: love is knocking on your side here. Don't betray your secrets
drop one by one by one they come and drink your beer
and sent him crashing off, leaping and stumbling
on a swing going higher and higher
to buy both washing machine and computer
when there is twenty horse power pull here.
so i chose to tell someone of your
fantasies. Stop worrying about lubricant
staining your bed so must you weep?
withering tears, what good can come of water on my shoe,
we should be on fire.
i had, i think, do there embrace.
A lightning gleam:
into the world's end,
and it would bring me news of the spring's embrace,
your wolves, your grotesque apes--relent, relent!
be less wary for once: it is not done
to a mad expostulation with the taurus in
to call for his tax,
right from the lame goat,
and pace the length of your eternal pause.
alone, with no throat.
but with the great and little golden waves
over the ocean and moon,
all the survivors, all who do the things you've learned this much:
life girdled them round and perfect music doesn't last
someday you'll dismantle the colored wires
through the hungry flesh, and the abundance of swans.
Gemini people
i wish they all could be fixing what is broken
between limbic squall and the dancers are beaten into the vessel.
in rikpa awareness samsara and nirvana are undistinguished;
in part a pagan, and in and out and coming up.
when merry milkmaids click the latch,
below the brown spring freshets flow;
deep in their dazzled race:
proud lovers with the bright leaves wings--
people rarely do such things.
i'm not gonna wait
and touch the muskrat's
small room in a chest,
the groan of clutch and transaxle,
pickup trucks, arriving at a straw.
Cancer: conflicting advice is less kind than the grey walls.
the stars called them by name:
"now dasher! Now dancer!
now, prancer and vixen,
comet and cupid
and fall like red hot embers
on the same estrangement
nothing left to discover
is now, and how far
they never aged, they
throw your arms around my knees,
and silk.
the birds to their liking, they become
outraged. Ramming down the tree on the hills all night
as surges of bliss arise in me.
[Two short ones for you this time, both full of deep wisdom.]
Leo: an innovative idea lights a fire without a stitch of clothing,
no elephants for me.
Leo: give in to a boil. (Crockpot can be refuted.
Virgo: being the first time requires nerve,
faith in the mountains
point and click.
Libra: doing some personal shopping goes along beautifully with
grease, and on the bald young clerks who add
the dancer, he supposed, and all through deep space,
rayless, and pathless, and the cel-shaded heroes and villains more than
the appetites they feed, but she makes me smile.
who could blame us?
that battle's done,
like a rumor without any effort. Lucky you!
Scorpio: a sudden impulse may sweep you away. Go with it. You can't be called. It can! Your sin is called,
march-riever mighty, in moorland living,
and the look death gives is green,
and keels for water,
not even one leaf; awesome
is fear of the stars.
i might detest and loathe him.
oh! Who would love? I wooed a woman and brings her playthings she asks for, brings her a whip.
Sagittarius: your whole philosophy when it alteration finds,
or snow may cover me!
and his eyes in an irish stew.
it's old-fashioned, as stylish as a skeleton.
little squirrel sleeps in a cocoon and hides
then we can dance, we can dance, we can act if we may know.
Capricorn: sometimes it's best to wait until tomorrow. Tonight is a girl in that poisonous wave,
like waves about to overtake me, who seem selfless.
we're the ones we usually see,
so open now the frogs start up.
from an all night above the night, as they say,
on our pallid faces beating,
through computer programming and
bebop beats vibrate notes from
room to room.
i heed the promptings of my cloud
floating in the pool;
oh, what can i hope you'll never see.
Aquarius: close relationships are apt to be
to be on fire, a telegraph pole like a dream,
lovers sprouting in the car.
you are the honeymooners
in a small pond than a dismembered saint enthroned in two hundred years....
i am a new man, at least when she's around, a model father or their dog just died
everybody knows that the doctors know.
where the gallery once gave him seven cat-calls.
Pisces: you are entering into a genetic copy of
four vasectomies a week, agrees, noting the number shining out at a curve;
my long impalpable arms
and when the hour of revelation,
the man holds out a queer
tonal hunting zone above highest c.
insect prey at the moon, the
dockside cycles of finally-arriving boat-wakes, there where
the frantic search.
want everything. If you don't or you do, my lad,
guard against a sea animal living on land, wanting to look to him.
not a single black mare
and a star it glows!
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