Why I call it "Procrastination Central."
While random-searching through LJ, I came across a meme that was new to me: it digs through your journal and pulls out possible haiku, meaning any consecutive run of 17 syllables that doesn't require a line break in the middle of a word. The coding isn't perfect - numbers in particular are utterly beyond it - but I can forgive a lot of a haiku-generator. I spent upwards of an hour hitting refresh, trolling for hidden brilliance, and then rather longer weeding the resulting list down, and down, and down, separating out the metrically imperfect and hoping to find one true poem.
ways to describe my
life in order to make it
more interesting
the right response of
course was well he can craft an
intriguing thesis
rachel-gets-drunkfest
also on the subject of
inebriation
note that i do not
object to being paired with
homosexuals
pumpkin jello shot
seriously is that not
shudder-inducing
man you deserve much
much better than leprechaun
vi back 2 tha hood
margaritas to
their credit manage to be
unpalatable
a gesture that looks
for all the world like a clock
falling off the wall
setting up many
a photo in my mind but
never taking one
depressing hijinks
that seems to ship standard with
post-communist films
there is nothing to
get but try explaining that
to an engineer
Of particular note are the autobiographical a feature to point
out an error in spelling
or punctuation
and the closest thing to an actual haiku among them, the seasonally inflected and reification-mocking now identified
as purple ashes their leaves
turn incandescent
Finally, among the many many nigh-ku were these four:
my house develops
adult-onset glassness if
you see what i'm saying
demanding that i
supply a pithy moral
in serbo-fucking-c
whoever suggested
it phrased it as you guys
want to go get some
i could not open
the jar of olives I
twisted i twisted
This has been
ways to describe my
life in order to make it
more interesting
the right response of
course was well he can craft an
intriguing thesis
rachel-gets-drunkfest
also on the subject of
inebriation
note that i do not
object to being paired with
homosexuals
pumpkin jello shot
seriously is that not
shudder-inducing
man you deserve much
much better than leprechaun
vi back 2 tha hood
margaritas to
their credit manage to be
unpalatable
a gesture that looks
for all the world like a clock
falling off the wall
setting up many
a photo in my mind but
never taking one
depressing hijinks
that seems to ship standard with
post-communist films
there is nothing to
get but try explaining that
to an engineer
Of particular note are the autobiographical a feature to point
out an error in spelling
or punctuation
and the closest thing to an actual haiku among them, the seasonally inflected and reification-mocking now identified
as purple ashes their leaves
turn incandescent
Finally, among the many many nigh-ku were these four:
my house develops
adult-onset glassness if
you see what i'm saying
demanding that i
supply a pithy moral
in serbo-fucking-c
whoever suggested
it phrased it as you guys
want to go get some
i could not open
the jar of olives I
twisted i twisted
This has been