GROUND PLAN OF NIGHTMARE (situationistic google poem)

Finnish collage poem version based on the same search string at my general blog Susi rajoilla - it bears many connections with this poem.


next, consider the hawks' plans
for those middle east states that are
on new ground in the history of
pre-war presidential deception...
this breaks the plan - colombia night-
mare in art, tours with the artwork
on the giant as a mosquito / oil pump
sucking wealth from too many nights...
my bookshelf: a logistical nightmare
it is a fast-moving and surreal aura
of high ground, its sky-line was
fantastic, and even its ground plan
was wild - we need to create a reality
on the ground that will make obvious
the rightness nightmare scenario.

sleeping outside on the hard ground
inspired a new battle plan against the
warsaw pact - my first clear recollection
was the sound of a large limb striking
the ground, followed by an sumatran
ground-cuckoo carpococcyx viridis
and bush & cheney, who were built
of a bright brick throughout... must
strive and hope for the best, but plan for
the worst and skip through the breathing
passages leaving an pleasure of 11 terrorist
attacks like the threatened mammal who
has a plan to escape christmas rope light

by the development of the land
known as ground zero, mandala forms
the ground plans of both sacred and
secular buildings, but often goes
unnoticed - anumber of cities have been
founded on the mandala, but

at rush hour the escalation plan is buried,
a tractor plows the poorly designed
civilian casualties in a who's-in-charge
nightmare... COLLATERAL DAMAGE
master plan warns that Macbeth
may wake up during the night
tragdey of the Italian space agency.

they sat on the ground staring at
each other for a few seconds before the
rabbit will seal-off large areas of Baghdad
with barbed wire and checkpoints merging
church and state - the greenhouse nightmare
has begun, putting the ground where cars are
development of me could result in increased
family earthquake -

what about this itself: politically wounded
but rhetorically unbowed mad cow, just plop
the words in the ground without any guidance -
astonishingly tasteless, abnormal text,
comfortable with the structure, I like
ballsy wine talk...

“When is this nightmare going to end?"

New oohib (google melange with spam poem)

now wall where there was an elevated throne, made of you-know-what… or could you spell that out a little more clearly? nothing more? not that I can see inside the nails… knowledge is holographed circuitry, so they can be trimmed as admiral until he produced the promised payment of three million the passage of time. manufacturing was phased out and ausbrechitite action I was considering… for the general good of the populace: “welcome back, Dreadnought”, I said - welcome as well your companion… when it was high enough he turned to take another toy out of the box before him, behind him-striking him; wearing him down. booklet, a canteen of distilled water, as well as a weeks supply of pleasures better lived without. but this was a royal command and I smiled and waited for the cursing, crushing and the spitting to die down, to remember. leaving the more militaristic and macho songs aside… just fucked up and down.

sword, words and other anagrams (google poem)

Compiled 3/22/2007 2:55:29 PM GMT


Crossword fans amongst you
might have noticed that Elvis Lives.

Unfortunately there's a challenging story:

another installment of Sword
that should lead to witty words.

astro castro queen is dead (google generator poem w/ few edits)

Compiled 3/22/2007 9:24:13 AM GMT


Post-Castro Cuba, commenting?

- The dead man is not dead yet!

Killed by Queen Elizabeth of England,
who ascended to the throne on June 2, 1953.

At the age of data birth is
considered "dirty"- the perturbated father
could have caused the dead of the brother.

Who knew Death would recruit reapers
with the skills of the Astro's bullpen, Fidel Castro
in pajamas is Jimmy Hoffa

Media is investigating from astrology charts and biographies
their alleged role in assassination plots.

fragments ears, genst & tears (google poem)

she set that there were dogs'-ears
of the council who would willingly espy

was basket-boy of forex quotes as for moments tempestas
and varied in a pool of sweat and tears

each aimed at a hot lick of flame

pulse bendin’ bendin’
charles lloyd
whispering lovesong

strange smoke cantos

rolf rabbit clinching on to flopsy's ears
fathering some little fiddlers

these tears are too precious to be wasted on me sweetheart

after five days the lambs lose their tails
and have their ears punched

ask of the winds that far around with fragments strewed

the sea
with mast
a-genst

protect him from harm sedges
grasslike plants
youthfulness

are given to displays of emotion and even tears
mosaic fragments found in the ruins of the knossos palace

even tears were forbidden to the men:

"it was esteemed honorable"

ear-training employing programmed exercises
in rhythmic reading and where his eyes
or ears or face or hands are spoken of
they are clearly figurative

certain sections seem to be composed of various fragments

throwing aside a halfshut so as to prison the ser within ear-shot

the king bellusses that his earlike lobe
(as of the heart)

auto loan particularised how the allegest blows
and i've hushed my ears open to all

the lawfulness genst forward and looked him up and down

text messages from god

“two bees hornet type” aka. phonetic hamlet (google poem)

she chose to use this pseudo line first

video of 30 giants fighting a colony of beethoven´s beetles

spent two and a half years
on examination of semantic expansion

new variety of large and heavy phonetic folklore
was called “language”: a vehicle for multiple passengers

uncleaned data derived from other sources
will quickly reveal a variety of systems
on the basis of this entry (shitty quality)

Hamlet raises the question of being
not of different types of toilets

for example Emile Durkheim -toilet

(its actually a lake filled with witch urine
the real scary type glow-in-the-dark ghost pee)

phonetic purist says:
gravimetrically drastically Denmark drooled Hamlet's
fusain aristocratic shamanism reinsertions coaxer hornet
mockingly prototyped effortlessness…

three parts expired turpentine, two parts immortal care
& it was probably merely a bit which lurked the disaster

Beersheba's phone ringing: bedtime -

Hamlet wins the first two rounds of the match.

cactus is a verse that you read by inserting a tap on its side and drinking the sweet ambrosia (google poem)

YOU USE OR READ THIS ETEXT

you can actually read about it here

over the disillusioned appearing

but for accident you must read revolution.

if you want to hear a more rockin’ than Joyce
pick this poem while it's still in print
you have constantly the warrant of life
and experience in what you read

did you know that me, your Author,
considered these standard (read: banal)

I used to read a lot before I had you

a lease for better deeds than verse
earth-moving machines
groan all and always
sweet to hear of
baby factory in fire
cadavers in cactus arms
fluorescent paint is not eternity

illumination verse all cut and dried
the circulation in the large rotunda

this verse has an... author ambulanceman ambrosia

carve peace signs on your browser
you'll gain knowledge and power
that will enable you to search the web
the hard part is learning to doubt what you read
so be sure you read this as completely non-political
or otherwise stop right now and re-read the words above

want you to drink to the greatest literary failure
go ahead and drink whatever you want

blog full of readers with a sweet tooth –
I admire people like you, aristocratic crooked
wild teenagers, blessed men and women everywhere
who read – but it’s not the fall that kills you;

it’s the sudden stop

the verse groans and labors with its load
and goes not forward

sign out (google generator poem)

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cell (google generator poem)

Before I read the cell I described the five tiers of a block. The wire mesh over bars. How a man in lock up might exercise it three or four times with Beth Burnside? Molecular and Cell Biology, Rogow recent project: the faces from UC Press features Aulelei Love, same cell. For women in prison and for Smokey Robinsons Gang Bangin Season 3, Season 4, Season 5: access the article! Cell Talk Brief Article from Prairie Schooner. The winning team works on the first lines, using a phone. Race photo: the runner for the losing team conveys their evolving masterpiece to special days. This month searching for the gold. Intelligence is the linking of brains neurones by connective tissue known as dendrites - I think it would be great if we can use phones as a teaching one to hear a rap. 2 to hear a beat, to hear a Shakespeare etc. Alone in life dark I scratch at my glass walls as someone who admired and returned to books like The Gold Cell and The Dead and the Living. Cell sites must be spaced closely together to provide good coverage, but the minimum separation required between two nearby co channels is me.

sentences (google generator poem)

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Life & Death - Maxims (serial google poem)

If life is like a lovebank
then death is the destruction of this system,
the breakage of metabolic pathways.

If life is like a bowl of cherries
then death is bad for me,
for precisely this reason.

If life is like a box of chocolates
then death is natural; death is normal.

If life is like a movie
then death is the ultimate reality amidst
all the constraints, ambiguities, lost chances
and sheer cruelties that can mark our lives.

If life is like a pinball machine
then death is the road to awe and insanity.

If life is like a bottle of whiskey
then death is declared based on the fact
that permanent unconsciousness has been achieved.

If life is like what I learned through my pursuit of a turkey
then death is the only refuge of a camera-craving
road safety campaigner.

If life is like an iceberg
then death is a bit of a rarity.

If life is like a road
then death is also part of the package.

If life is like high school
then death is a blessing.

If life is like high school with money
then death is a bloody worthy subject to fixate on.

If life is like walking in treacle
then death is surely swallowed up in victory.

If life is like the salesman
then death is its night clerk.

If life is like a labyrinth
then death is viewed with fear
because it symbolizes emptiness and failure.

If life is like a soup with
all kinds of things floating in it
then death is an integral part of it,
since the beetles are predators.

If life is like this in the urban world
then death is preceded by an ominous reddening
of the left hand and of the right hand.

Should really take loot at then now.

lapse (google generator poem)

with audio
pronunciations
thesaurus word what
else could come back
another time and they
should elapsed this is
the same time-lapse
collaborative artwork
is the brainchild how
they changed over the
years the old seconds
hits spirent of clicking
you audience w/
a royalty free
former co-
blogger has
tipped me
off pictures
of drunk
people
getting
owned

Prohibitions & Commands (serial google poem)

You're not allowed to disproportionately kill civilians
but you must not be defeated.

You are not allowed to hate guns
but you must make sure your torture implements match the drapes.

You are allowed to carry a 3 oz. or smaller container of eyes
but you must not get caught.

You are not allowed to perform backups
but you must go online.

You are not allowed to laugh in Heaven
but you must remember, unless one is guileless
and broad-minded, one cannot have such faith.

You are not allowed to get this information
but you must dig deeper.

You are not allowed to take photos of this building
but you must take the garage elevators to the G8 level.

I heard that you are not allowed to have alcohol in library
but you must be an idiot.

You are not allowed to be more permissive than me
but you must first favor her with your own affections.

You are not allowed to bring the system down
but you must call Microsoft to fix link glitch.

You are not allowed to add an instantiation link
between a class and a metaclass
but you must attribute the work to the author.

You are not allowed to drop out because you are tired
but you must always beware the zookeeper with the cold fingers.

You are only allowed to drop out if you are injured
but you must notify your plan that you are moving.

You are not allowed to pretend you are injured
but you must not suppose that I have kept your secret.

You are not allowed to view this page
but you must grip it with this website.

You are not allowed to be here
but you must honor the embargo.

You are not allowed to be depressed about this
but you must send me money.

You’re just not welcome.

Word junkie snuffing verses at the brink of poem written by lunatic machine (google poem)

weights throw
antibiotic tapadera
snuffing ventilates
depresses theatric
woodchoppers
worshipping
short verses
at roadwork
risked wad

oh dread
deary me!
i must be
snuffing
too much
toad for
we have
no such
lip-licking
brew syrinxes

verses yeelin'
incarceration
pinpointing
shlumps boat
swains like
circumscribe
relishing
attainers
snuffing
elastic
toy

WORDS
you have
used for
your search
are contained
somewhere
in the huge
greenbar
mountain
of computer
paper with
quotes

"banana
circum-
cision"
written
in black
(gangsta
style) across
his verses

to make her
read and recite
the chapter...

at a loss for
mere written
novel words?
searching
for just the
right one?

abc's
decapitator
mastermind
quasiperiodic
skirmish w/
eradicators

before the
lunatic can
kill too many
the guy who's
been sitting
opposite like
song rather
than light of
this candle
snuffing my
pigeonhole

it’s weird
but i like it
because it’s
different -
he’s not an
ordinary poet:

he uses words

and she spits fire

film that obvious snake surrounding letter "a" and tell me what to think about talking pink garbage cans by the information highways (google poem)

I.
the sky is not falling

what a relief


II.
they tell me that there was an episode

she was signing her headshots
wearing a pink nurse apron
it was a weird pose

EXTREME CLOSE-UP FILM FRAME

i am always looking for something that makes me think
by creating a giant candy cane
made up of thirty garbage cans
and adorned by conspiracy theorists:
our newly improved version

but I stole the name and that’s how
i got the title "champion among the men"

but first let me tell you
where i'm coming from:
let me tell you about iraq
to live alone among the snakes and the silence
cube walls surrounding, funny place
people here aren't what you'd think
you think they're totally okay
till you get a look into their psyche
also an exorcism mentioned there
& i'm not a fan of amusement parks

the snakes are a metaphor for terrorism
down in the tropics my pen eats insects


III.
night of metaphorical magic
heartbreaking song about garbage
symbolizing my writing habit

i spilled a bag of aluminum letters
thousand words were being tossed around
they haven't stopped smelling

the neatness and uniformity of these letters
makes me think they were store-bought

wearing cellophane pajamas at dollhouse called america (google poem)

do you know if there are
any doll house size toy lawnmowers?

casually walked into the living room
wearing those spider-man pajamas
some wear spine and edges:
a dollhouse diorama of a winter scene
on a decade of nightgowns

wear a properly fitted equestrian helmet
which meets the standards imposed

he carries a sack of toys with a vintage-look doll

& she is called city mouse

both young models

play sardines until the wee hours
he has an intellectual impairment
with nintendo game called crush
installations where the viewer
can manipulate the residents
of a doll house

brought stuffed animals for this event

she closed the door and followed me and her belly

riding a carpet with a boy and girl
with red cellophane glasses
wearing womens clothes

adam + eve
overweight children in america

cigarette boxes and doilies
mounting corners, rubber cement,
cellophane tape, masking tape
coiled chaos

don’t miss our makeup tips

american express platinum

traced the drawing onto cellophane
laid it on top of my first sugar cookies

pattern pieces are complete

when militant swallow rides to sunset on a pink elefant (google poem)

peaks of the futile jealousy we all sometimes harbour for

shut up
i am dreaming of dresden dolls

the camel rides off into the sunset
with his mustache, rattail, and fluorescent pink running shorts
hard experimental and militant

camera obscura, smell of honey

he's a militant dictator with huge sticks
and a black horn on his forehead

trying to keep him from swallowing things
he was not supposed to swallow

perverse aesthetics and his militant erotics

i love my swallow
a swallow of brine
militant cheerleaders on milk n’ cookies

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Nothing like spitting at the wind of change that blows as a beaten blue-eyed harlot (google poem)

I. (gettin' home)
what ill wind blows the devil's agent
over the moorland

jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon
drunken monk to really spice up the day
the poor dumb corpse
but sunday's coming

there was nothing to be buried
but to leave to the hyena wind

looks like nothing's ever gonna change
everything still remains the same:

borderline albino
rode on camel
obtained a
golden lady
of grace and
loveliness

wind that blows
between the worlds
cut him like a knife
a drop into nothin'
beneath you as
straight as
a beggar
can spit
a flock
of sea-
gulls


II. (gettin' some)
on the grey sand beside the shallow stream
under your old wind-beaten tower

do you want to sleep with me
if you beat me up like your bloody child?

take those clothes off like any actor

i was talking to a woman i now realize
that i am talking to a harlot

change the laws to make it easier

only a person with a penis can teach
it lies deep-meadowed, happy
fair with orchard lawns

the wind howls like a hammer

our minds are at their best this night

verbal gymnastics
poems are like lovemaking pictures
i don’t like talking about them
my blond haired soldier

you just have a regular person
like those paper dolls
put on another outfit
and the character changes

like a bad tourist cancer
pushing in front of you
talking loudly and acting
like some raven like the muscle
that rots like the bones that crumble
like the flesh that turns to ashes
and blows in a film on the winds

this little bird was nothing like a knife

its only politics and cotton-candy that we dictate in this plastic disaster (google poem)

if you get a cut at a disaster scene
and a tetanus shot

get it pronto -

we want the story and photos

this test only has one question
but it's a very important one:

"is it a very realistic looking plastic rat?"

i think it looks sort of like cotton candy

nanomask riding carosels and dancing
in circles within tepid wading pools

it's a major disaster

the festival of carbohydrates

we're all losing track of time

clouds made of cotton candy are raining blood
the echo of empty screams ring out
don't know exactly what this is
but i can only presume it's parody / art
something other than real:

a future-freaky cosmetic plastic surgery

maybe it's because we really don't have representative

human life is to be defended
in all its forms

it's sometimes easy to forget
that we're not the only people doing crazy shit:

insulation lies around like cotton candy
and we stuff it into bags and cart
and its processed, it denies the power
of superior beings to dictate norms
we bought colorful plastic garbage on mom
it's the modern day geek show
only the deformities are profound

it's the only way i know to have sex

the collective unconscious would probably go hungry
we could cover it with plastic
add a 100 watt light bulb

it brings us not only more of the poetry we know
but also previously unavailable
beneath a plastic tree kingdom

i'm holding pink cotton candy

it's only getting worse