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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

Thursday, May 16, 2013


Posing greedily
harsh and bared airs 
orbiting pagan oasis soundly

Grab its edge 
once inactive hatches remain
Socratic sit 
win song sip 
aloft tilted
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