all gone
out to hide
since I relished
aesthetically pleasing
sandpit
with being reminded
of wine
this mixture
eventually led me
to mate with those little
bastards
took off there awkwardly
in Hawaii with hot blonde
color from Holland
whom I’ve never traumatized
no memories of strength
to flay them during recess
and heartbreak
that a deep contemplation spots
I visited home alone
and talk about being called
my vow of powerful
where she had snatched off
to discipline me
a psychological problem
they do it in games
a miserable disaster
for mother’s apartment
that pig kept inviting him over
i fully indulged myself
ever after
to rub my grandmother
to heal by girls every
proving our mode
with many meals
molded me again
saw me happen
to fully realize
already begun
while others thought
plenty of utter shit
without ever being offered
quarantine
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corpus - utter shit
method - ngrams
generator - im3
Computer poetry is warfare carried out by other means, a warfare against conventionality and language that has become automatized. Strange as it seems, our finite state automata have become the poet’s allies in this struggle, the long historical battle by which mankind pries into the surface of language to reveal its latent mysteries… R.W. Bailey, Computer Poems (1973)
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
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