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This is a combination of random thoughts, essays, and autocorrect poetry.

Basically, I hit random letters on my iPhone and sometimes by chance I find surprisingly poetic lines like:

Width wiser splatter
Wounded rising
Sequined absinthe against sepia

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Hurdle south tainted stout youth 
disgust sight and soon oust witty woodland

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