Irradiated by Stingray
Another post subject stolen from someone else, this time Tam, this bit of abstract machine-generated poetry got caught in the spam filter:
Lights from the aircraft dexter missouri banks would seem unusually bright and appear
orange because of the daily limits that have been put in place in some of the slacks taking
place. Please note that even though I didn’t do my shopping early like I normally do. Court documents say Creagh, who is an amazing guy.
Better poetry than some of the crap I had to read in high school, at least. Maybe I’ll keep a copy in this pretty, intricate little box I found…