Procedural mash-ups of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass with #FML posts (a spoken word poetry bot by @samplereality@post.lurk.org)
Procedural mash-ups of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass with #FML posts (a spoken word poetry bot by @samplereality)
I was laying with my girlfriend on the couch. I looked at her and i might not tell everybody but I will tell you.
Procedural mash-ups of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass with #FML posts (a spoken word poetry bot by @samplereality)
I might not tell everybody but I will tell you, and I was working at Publix ringing up some 70 year-old woman.
Procedural mash-ups of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass with #FML posts (a spoken word poetry bot by @samplereality)
My mom decided she wants to try a new family bonding experiment: Being naked around the house for an entire week. She wants us all to eat dinner, the malformed limbs are tied to the anatomist's table.
Procedural mash-ups of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass with #FML posts (a spoken word poetry bot by @samplereality)
I asked my doctor out on a date. He had his nurse turn me down. They are alive and well somewhere.
Procedural mash-ups of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass with #FML posts (a spoken word poetry bot by @samplereality)
My husband and it provokes me forever.