Tuesday, December 3, 2013
A Disposable Poem
the ground-up tops of your key
a directory you screw
easily translated into
fifteen miles away
in an extension
of any type of credit
in carbide. as in half a jar of 13 self-destruct programs which blow up in anymore might want to. go inside him. wick is lit up. terminals connected click. A network because them. you're paying only a nice gas and hard enough to match with any type fuse. so we are seeing if nitration has left a signaling over your whole experience of enclosure.
behind white smoke
you're going to enter
this solution onto tape
to rephrase your reckoning
should drain the enemy
a fine powder or liquid
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method = n-grams, cut-up
corpus = Jolly Roger Cookbook v3
generator = Infinite Monkeys v1.99
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