Posted on May 10, 2003 in Crosstalk Quizzes Whimsies
Madame Fabulous — who lost me fantasy money tonight — put up a bit of “poetry” created by Rob’s Poetry Generator. I’ve done this before, as also had She Who Likes to Feel Up Silicone Breasts.
Pax Nortona throws its money off cancer Stoned You pay in it could hold everything that suggested to wear his behavior. While they missed in my Weather Dream Wow! What is my grandparents brought to settle down jacket, my legs. Nevertheless, I praised the price you brought to cut with the party show accountability. Alas, I trudged towards the victim of Cancer Stoned I had been made, I come out the denunciations quickly turned from the struggle against the directions to be recognized again. I do for some say.... ....
I shall rest easy tonight knowing that my writer friends will not be replaced by machines at any time soon.
And elsewhere:
You’re the Hipster Intellecticus. Call yourself
what you will (beatnik, philosophy major,
liberal arts student), you’re still hip and you
still dig Kerouac.
What Kind of Hipster Are You?
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