I rather like the pantoum I've made.
The poem I'm writing for Cy Gist's spaceship project is intriguingly stupid.
Also, a new "Applies to Oranges." Long live the possibility that NOTHING EVER HAPPENS! It's exactly the opposite of the nineteenth century novel. Or exactly like it. I forget.
UPDATE: the announcer guy for the Olympics (Bob Costas?) just referred to the "harvesting" of curling stones. What? Oh! And one of the Australian curlers made millions as a spammer. What say we jump him after the Olympics? International show of cyber-solidarity!
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