Knowing when to stop
I love the little meme things that peer into my LJ, jumble my words around, and make me seem really, really fascinating.
Gakked from llaras, a haiku generator. I resubmitted and resubmitted and resubmitted, and every fresh haiku generated was better than the last. I was going to bore you all with half a dozen of them. Then this one came up.
Captured for future reference in case the meme generator breaks down:
apparently the
nameless darkness in my soul
can be blackmailed
Why look any further? The haiku algorithm knows me.
Gakked from llaras, a haiku generator. I resubmitted and resubmitted and resubmitted, and every fresh haiku generated was better than the last. I was going to bore you all with half a dozen of them. Then this one came up.
Captured for future reference in case the meme generator breaks down:
apparently the
nameless darkness in my soul
can be blackmailed
Why look any further? The haiku algorithm knows me.