I am not sleeping enough to write thoughtfully about any of the things I would like to, good or bad. I just backed a Kickstarter from the Paleontological Research Institution because I think a stuffed plush Dunkleosteus is one of the nicest birthday presents I could give myself. The stack of library books beside my bed now contains a copy of Elizabeth Goudge's Green Dolphin Street (1944) and a matching DVD of the 1947 film is waiting on my desk because I have decided to do this thing to myself. It's true they aren't good, but I'm not actually sure these examples of AI-written poetry are Vogon-level bad; I've seen worse from teenagers who just discovered e.e. cummings.
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- 1: And me? Well, I'm just the narrator
- 2: This is what I get for being civilized
- 3: I'd marry her this minute if she only would agree
- 4: Open up your mouth, but the melody is broken
- 5: Is your heart hiding from your fire?
- 6: Everybody knows the world's gone wrong
- 7: The dusty light, the final hour
- 8: Reading your mind is like foreign TV
- 9: When you turn a solemn promise to a blatant lie
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