guilty unanimous verdict
jet had chance to be itself
disappearing was thinking
new sensual delights with
united russia & voluntary
massacre shortly after the
spree, it was a comet, $10
millon failure with insure
electoral laws favouring a
lady in waivers, you've got
to try too... capital beating
leader of the covenant, air
force killer shows himself
:it was a comet
Showing posts with label Vulture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vulture. Show all posts
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
wow, nice pole! (cut-up spam poem)
I.
american girls love big poles
if your flag pole is less then 6 inches
then you are not satisfying them
live the american dream!
II.
and he likes my aunt decisively
for instance and see that amiable indeed
as if by accident drew heart when I
packed up such of my books and clothes
I infer that poisoning is not always
warming his hands & I am getting lazy
heaven knows and been the better for it
great deal from the successful one
III.
bird has got wery shy I'm told
american girls love big poles
if your flag pole is less then 6 inches
then you are not satisfying them
live the american dream!
II.
and he likes my aunt decisively
for instance and see that amiable indeed
as if by accident drew heart when I
packed up such of my books and clothes
I infer that poisoning is not always
warming his hands & I am getting lazy
heaven knows and been the better for it
great deal from the successful one
III.
bird has got wery shy I'm told
Labels:
Cut-Up,
Serial poetry,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Get involved (cut-up spam poem)
french got no work
destined to become
footprints of frigate
rain was delayed at
airport, night votin'
to kids about porno-
graphic spacecareer
sailors are pumping
afternoon at abbey
classic story on him
- a guy seeking sure
way to jail-tight lips
of german investors
but if you wanna be
real creator, website
recommending mills
g-pumping station in
stratford, east london
is just for you - or go
to a tsunami shutout
but if you want to be
really proud take bus
in new jersey & brake
into the bank: such a
vigour, tremor & 400
million dollars! ...and
all the crazy positions
of course
destined to become
footprints of frigate
rain was delayed at
airport, night votin'
to kids about porno-
graphic spacecareer
sailors are pumping
afternoon at abbey
classic story on him
- a guy seeking sure
way to jail-tight lips
of german investors
but if you wanna be
real creator, website
recommending mills
g-pumping station in
stratford, east london
is just for you - or go
to a tsunami shutout
but if you want to be
really proud take bus
in new jersey & brake
into the bank: such a
vigour, tremor & 400
million dollars! ...and
all the crazy positions
of course
Labels:
Culture,
Cutting edge,
Politics,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Monday, January 7, 2008
Always hungry for new sausage (cut-up spam poem)
viacom lines - there must be monetary ghosts all over the world
recently-announced & ready with total number of six members
civil-war: a reliable way to succed if you don't own a new car...
& I must confess I'd never felt such a power and pleasure before
these problems have led to a recently-announced pride and they
made a video of it... two shots of succeeding bridges and a horse
& it calls out: "Get out of the car" - you've got to try my life too,
and you get sued together... still looking for something in here?
recently-announced & ready with total number of six members
civil-war: a reliable way to succed if you don't own a new car...
& I must confess I'd never felt such a power and pleasure before
these problems have led to a recently-announced pride and they
made a video of it... two shots of succeeding bridges and a horse
& it calls out: "Get out of the car" - you've got to try my life too,
and you get sued together... still looking for something in here?
Labels:
Culture,
Cutting edge,
Poems,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Make boner (cut-up spam poem)
whenever you come to get it
you are an option and short dollar
trade peace to lassie in the bedroom
negotiations stabilized fear
there will be drunken miller
but no man is an hedge
simple increased arithmetic:
no funds for America
medicine and slash only
salt away Canada or
ignore the whole mission
draw near to my great gate
throw open reader like a record
forsake all the women
"Who'll go to church with me
lead tremble sworn elated a week from to-day?"
close sheeps
wide eyes
open
judge
you are an option and short dollar
trade peace to lassie in the bedroom
negotiations stabilized fear
there will be drunken miller
but no man is an hedge
simple increased arithmetic:
no funds for America
medicine and slash only
salt away Canada or
ignore the whole mission
draw near to my great gate
throw open reader like a record
forsake all the women
"Who'll go to church with me
lead tremble sworn elated a week from to-day?"
close sheeps
wide eyes
open
judge
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
no more squirt whoops love (spam poem edited onto commandments)
eavesdrop on your phone conversations
intercept your trip to Afghanistan
report that honeybees are disappearing
get lost on journey back home
have an ordinary penis and average women
allow the government to hold people in jail
cooperate with democracy in places like your home
talk about North Korea and Iran
make your ramrod really great
wed the queen bee
be so wondered...
intercept your trip to Afghanistan
report that honeybees are disappearing
get lost on journey back home
have an ordinary penis and average women
allow the government to hold people in jail
cooperate with democracy in places like your home
talk about North Korea and Iran
make your ramrod really great
wed the queen bee
be so wondered...
Labels:
Anthropology,
Culture,
Cut-Up,
Editing,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
she knows your packing a big sausage (cut-up spam poem)
love - mostly thinking and writing down
fundamental questions of naziz,
these general notions bewildered security officers, but
my girlie took up a career as an investor, dime was
beaten in wall street… I devote myself to europe - that’s
just how the world works, occasionally show up at her door
in London… fortunate energies of the west,
lucky hands spinning head, earned that -
like understanding a theory about factories.
fundamental questions of naziz,
these general notions bewildered security officers, but
my girlie took up a career as an investor, dime was
beaten in wall street… I devote myself to europe - that’s
just how the world works, occasionally show up at her door
in London… fortunate energies of the west,
lucky hands spinning head, earned that -
like understanding a theory about factories.
Labels:
Culture,
Cut-Up,
Politics,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Monday, October 29, 2007
no more 1 minute wonders (cut-up spam poem)
and buzzing of the helicopter
till now four patients feared they may be happening now
the defaults can cascade rebels who didn't sign the peace treaty
evidence for a place that might be hospitable to life
almost 4-year-old count appeared in front of a panel
his subordinate massive intentional copyright infringement.
human rights workers are great in bed
increasingly being targeted
replace the current
of medical phallus
till now four patients feared they may be happening now
the defaults can cascade rebels who didn't sign the peace treaty
evidence for a place that might be hospitable to life
almost 4-year-old count appeared in front of a panel
his subordinate massive intentional copyright infringement.
human rights workers are great in bed
increasingly being targeted
replace the current
of medical phallus
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Wonder-Medicine (cut-up spam poem)
billion dollar mind - unscathed might,
efforts to tension, close suggestion &
hungarian art inside his clothes... he's
interacting with any parts of humans -
likes bit of west in his blue coffee, the
markets explained anything, financial
longing to people, friends with money.
efforts to tension, close suggestion &
hungarian art inside his clothes... he's
interacting with any parts of humans -
likes bit of west in his blue coffee, the
markets explained anything, financial
longing to people, friends with money.
Labels:
Culture,
Cut-Up,
melange,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Saturday, September 22, 2007
on the loose (headword collage)
exotic mealtime -
cut the dictionary for children
pray for directions how to build an outhouse
for short cowboys
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast:
serious stuff like poetry and stupid songs
cut the dictionary for children
pray for directions how to build an outhouse
for short cowboys
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast:
serious stuff like poetry and stupid songs
Labels:
Collage,
Culture,
Headword poems,
Vulture
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Holiday time (spam poem w/ cut-up)
I.
II.
III.
IV.
V.
it has been remarked that in high-pitched times great drop fill fervor, religious men sometimes change their religious portion, cute of the French debt is the consequence of two successive taught invasions: cry and the subtract union... been alone from the year 1789.
II.
suppose the greater number of burned amused one year for the duration of the house... the succeed influence of slavery signal extends still further: it affects hunt, the character of cinerary master, and imparts in what spark part of human tradition truthfully can soothe, it is to be found at coloem, all similar to that which is occurring under its difficult imagination, the thundering incredible rapidity with which grip hat mourn... public opinion circulates in the mist .
III.
live - I said stride in the former part of this work, got sleepy unrestrained liberty of political association... cannot be permanent inequality of stupid conditions... cute servants, certain peculiar virtues and vices, society osteoid as well as a mute individual derives its principal upset from blunt sailors of the United States - retain these inspiriting man jump advantages, welcome!
IV.
open to slay all when a precede voiceless multitude of persons are constantly singing... alright, adorable omnipotence: your absolutely arrogant manner in ornament jagged as well as the Constitutions of the muddle manager... dance to the concrete, the whole social selection force in the hands of spilled body, confused is the natural tendency of scorns... bucket swells annually but all the undertakings are in bed.
V.
lock the examining kit, mother actually takes place in repulsive continent... still lent trap presents, as it did in crooked the primeval time, rivers which queue rise from never-failing engine as the same park have theory... sucking sugar continually, producing opposite effects for the last two centuries in America... certain ameliorations are undertaken with much stretch, ruin more zeal and activity sane than elsewhere.
Labels:
Culture,
Cut-Up,
Poems,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Dice (series of fortuitous dictionary poems)
PART IV: 5
tweeting mink
jinx by bridge
graffiti like a
xerox-ghost
at the bricks
wallflowerin'
and bothering
heigts corvus
within collars
& rat w/ a bat
divide five to
get prosedure
bog in serbo-
croatian fog
ply me a river
tweeting mink
jinx by bridge
graffiti like a
xerox-ghost
at the bricks
wallflowerin'
and bothering
heigts corvus
within collars
& rat w/ a bat
divide five to
get prosedure
bog in serbo-
croatian fog
ply me a river
Labels:
Culture,
Dice,
Dictionary poem,
Poems,
Vulture
Friday, August 24, 2007
Sildenafil (spam poem w/ slight editing)
where does this all end? what is
the vanishing of matter, for my
flushed boys are muscular, the
weight of being born into exile
is lifted, demonstrating their fine
talent for comedy — stroke, that
square — oh, 56 x 56 and this
mud draws on the stone over
the chilly dale so you can watch
me watch uplifted snow bronze
the sky, with no Florida, it's
strawberry season — snoozing
schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
gray the cloud-like oaks they
sit with their wives all day in
the hot sun, away, my songs!
away must we go! too high
on this surface, guarding the
edge, oh you builders, and half-
starved foxes shake and paw...
the vanishing of matter, for my
flushed boys are muscular, the
weight of being born into exile
is lifted, demonstrating their fine
talent for comedy — stroke, that
square — oh, 56 x 56 and this
mud draws on the stone over
the chilly dale so you can watch
me watch uplifted snow bronze
the sky, with no Florida, it's
strawberry season — snoozing
schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
gray the cloud-like oaks they
sit with their wives all day in
the hot sun, away, my songs!
away must we go! too high
on this surface, guarding the
edge, oh you builders, and half-
starved foxes shake and paw...
Labels:
Culture,
Editing,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
see this klumsy (cut-up spam poem)
mmh... like me?
yes; absolutely
the frenchman -
bide's like rats
yes, I am boast
just a pipe been
snake drove to
the casino with
moustache on...
yes; absolutely
the frenchman -
bide's like rats
yes, I am boast
just a pipe been
snake drove to
the casino with
moustache on...
Labels:
Cut-Up,
Emotions,
fragments,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
erection to any address of the world (spam poem w/ slight editing)
it is evening of rabbits and in a doorbell
a man who says, "computers will never
take over good old hard work like this"
has the ability to lead a completely
vicarious life, output information of
INTERNET of ears, ironing ears...
citizens able to enter computers, voice
their sentence... because of the randomness
of truth and meaning, combining art
with jungles of the internet -
decynicised becomes an oracle of instruction
in the structures of the linear fashion statement
an advertising ploy or a moral issue? or a poem?
maybe a store salesperson or an assistant?
one will be able to talk on how important it is
tommorrow.
Labels:
Culture,
Instruction,
Poems,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Sunday, June 10, 2007
local exotic Mohammed (spam poem w/ cut-up)
record of ancient african artifacts and vessels of the all violence in the media is a good thing because it teaches employees... they can do twice the work in a fraction of the time; over his / her work with a computer the process of mixing colour w/ world I can hear music surging in the background... I'd like to act truly human, without it and others, social interaction feels live and breath this artificial world of the the effects feeling you get about the person whose space you are in with and then into media from inside we diseased... with the use of computers and network, doctors and conclusions and theories for biologists computers can produce positive or negative religion... researcher have predicted that in the deliver messages instantaneously translated into chinese for a this would be a great tragedy for all concerned... this situation breakthrough will most definitely impact further studies into interests in the computer to date has centered on it as an aid in this, this and this is...
Labels:
Culture,
Cut-Up,
Media,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Thursday, May 24, 2007
OEM (serial cut-up spam poem)
OEM SERIES parts 3-4 / 4
III.
between OEM
all their wives like sand
all day in the sun, at side
the smoke swims - dismal
endless pain, dreadful
paintings, world is bent
the smoke swims to town
and I turn an other side,
endless pain, it's returning
and savage snow blighting
our harbingers past, a kind
of world, no kind world...
and up there I cannot tell
diffrence between dismal
and white smoke, and
still the savage past stands,
sits at the sun.
IV.
deployin with OEM
still doing it
kindness
kindness and honesty
can be only a legend
certainty - in this world
nothing is as unhappy as
we are... lazy old man is
grief itself, but a child
remains permanently
as the angel of death...
language and taxes will
satisfy his deep need for
strong real news: display
of an age of grief, human
is a by-product, you cannot
pursue it by only gossiping
and lying except from the
strong legend of old man
doing it, doing it
permanently.
III.
between OEM
all their wives like sand
all day in the sun, at side
the smoke swims - dismal
endless pain, dreadful
paintings, world is bent
the smoke swims to town
and I turn an other side,
endless pain, it's returning
and savage snow blighting
our harbingers past, a kind
of world, no kind world...
and up there I cannot tell
diffrence between dismal
and white smoke, and
still the savage past stands,
sits at the sun.
IV.
deployin with OEM
still doing it
kindness
kindness and honesty
can be only a legend
certainty - in this world
nothing is as unhappy as
we are... lazy old man is
grief itself, but a child
remains permanently
as the angel of death...
language and taxes will
satisfy his deep need for
strong real news: display
of an age of grief, human
is a by-product, you cannot
pursue it by only gossiping
and lying except from the
strong legend of old man
doing it, doing it
permanently.
Labels:
Culture,
Cut-Up,
Serial poetry,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Friday, May 11, 2007
retail software (cut-up spam poem)
farewells should be sudden, when
the green fuse forever drives the flower,
appreciating heart... the future can do
the tricks of beauty, my destroyer
religion is a man-tree, my lurk lies
in kisses, tricks of the trade drives
the flower, men with hard and trivial
characters are the architects in
England - just learn yet to hear and
man with a beard shaves the Paradise
by way of pleasure, it degrades, this
period does not last... he returns through
the green flower, drives my age when
forever
the trade
flourishes &
all future
degrades
& comes one day at a time, grateful and
appreciating hearts, each one more precious,
the force that the green fuse drives: man -
more interesting than men, when forever or
as soon as...
the green fuse forever drives the flower,
appreciating heart... the future can do
the tricks of beauty, my destroyer
religion is a man-tree, my lurk lies
in kisses, tricks of the trade drives
the flower, men with hard and trivial
characters are the architects in
England - just learn yet to hear and
man with a beard shaves the Paradise
by way of pleasure, it degrades, this
period does not last... he returns through
the green flower, drives my age when
forever
the trade
flourishes &
all future
degrades
& comes one day at a time, grateful and
appreciating hearts, each one more precious,
the force that the green fuse drives: man -
more interesting than men, when forever or
as soon as...
Labels:
Culture,
Cut-Up,
Poems,
Spam poems,
Vulture
Monday, May 7, 2007
Sure thing (cut-up spam poem)
car meeting was shorter than picnic earlier,
temporary order granted lunches barefoot...
wig-covered nights, agency appeared already, husband
answered frustrated, assistant stopped but she leaves
centuary city after Mr. Guy had contacted her.
enjoyed herself at morning for minutes, returned car
appeared already... second time sons decently last,
then skinny nights, nervous alcoholism, child actor
James receiving joints from our host.
acute kids stars seeking wig, Mr. Toxic wakes quickly,
several times emerged barefoot, wearing only hope...
nervous Victorians at secret lunches seeking meetings,
agency brought a car, contact stopped
an umbrella ago.
temporary order granted lunches barefoot...
wig-covered nights, agency appeared already, husband
answered frustrated, assistant stopped but she leaves
centuary city after Mr. Guy had contacted her.
enjoyed herself at morning for minutes, returned car
appeared already... second time sons decently last,
then skinny nights, nervous alcoholism, child actor
James receiving joints from our host.
acute kids stars seeking wig, Mr. Toxic wakes quickly,
several times emerged barefoot, wearing only hope...
nervous Victorians at secret lunches seeking meetings,
agency brought a car, contact stopped
an umbrella ago.
Labels:
Culture,
Cut-Up,
Poems,
Spam poems,
Vulture
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