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: Life, a series of memorials and signals
- 2: I want to show you all the versions of myself
- 3: If you don't want the death of the party after I'm gone, sing one for me
- 4: Once you've gone, remains the question, baby
- 5: That gossip's eye will look too soon
- 6: I left my mind behind in 2015
- 7: Your spirit watched me up the stairs
- 8: Am I just a phantom waiting to be ripped around on shady ground?
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