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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

Lagoons slush 
sons soft feckless slain their ways 
make jay fair Abigail 
he who dialogs sips 
obey unison maker

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