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non human automatically generated poetry poesía automáticamente generada no humana automáticamente poesía اشعار aucun Не البشريه ، كبدايه автоматически поэзия poesía automáticamente جينيرادا не البشريه ، جينيرادا اوتوماتيكيمنت не поступает дру القائم automáticamente poesía де де اشعار ردود البشريه ،

4.9.07

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stabbed girl
she welcomed warmly in their hands
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that they fertilized Desa father
kernel hair bursts
desperately taking root in the blind fruit
Night Alone
in sleepy wrinkles
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in the vision never free
in a tense eve of meat
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Navel brain
erstochene girl
she welcomed the heat in his hands
on Dalias covers blood
that father Desa fertilized
essence hair impact
in the very bad blind Fötusses
night of
in sleepy breaks
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from dawn strained meat
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She extended a warm welcome in their hands
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I you were born, you die I

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She extended a warm welcome in their hands
Dalies blood
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Kernel fat fire
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Independence Night
1188.21 wrinkles
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The tension on the eve of meat
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1188.21 Wrinkle
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Dalies

Very bad blind fötusses

1188.21 rest

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Girls can stick
For its hand was warm welcome and wider
Blood dalies
Fertilization Club Father
Fat fire Grain
Became fixed in yesterday with blind fruit
Independent night
1188.21 Wrinkle
Anna was born, where he died I
The vision always free
In the evening meat tension
It is not possible to move
The brain
Girl erstochene
Welcomed fever same hand
Blood covered dalies
Father Club fertilization
The essence of poetry
Very bad blind fötusses
Night
1188.21 rest
You and I touched death
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3 Ummæli:

Blogger Russell CJ Duffy sagði...

a long, long read but worth the effort. exceptional. really enjoyed this. but i think -in a rage of jelaous pique :)- that i will delete you from this site and prevent you from joining any other team site. perhaps get legal!!

discharge only. lol.

as i say, exceptional stuff mate.

4. september 2007 kl. 13:03  
Blogger Lazare sagði...

thank you very much c.j.. i'm glad you enjoyed it.

i hope your menaces won't materialise, though - lol!

as you say, this is a bit long, but with this automatic device, the longer you get the more new combinations and appearances you get, and that's the reason why i favour length. the thing writes itself, man!
then i read it and am as surprised as anyone. i just supply the imput (a small poem of mine).

as for what i think you're hinting at about discharge... lately i've been thinking about asking you to let me jump on board again. maybe we could talk about it.

4. september 2007 kl. 13:32  
Blogger Russell CJ Duffy sagði...

whenever you are ready and feel like it. e-mail me (new e-mail address-see my profile)

5. september 2007 kl. 13:20  

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