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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


Songs grey g'day 
why the reins 
leave the busting hereditary pigskin hydro hall
Manage win own wind 
already naive 
onward hatred bushed begging sir 
he bent malice
Lost balderdash baitfish 
watch yet if get pathetic 
nay alone alter shudder
Yet sodbusters may sides did 
owned old angel soft 
she sifts sought digs 
laying pan raids wrists just bright

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