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Jeff is bored.
Jeff is listening to Bob Dylan.
Jeff has a computer.
So what does Jeff do?
He runs a Bob Dylan song lyrics through a computer program to produce random results!
The Results:
Song: It's All Right Ma
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For the masters make all that's in your sleeping ears into flesh
colored Christs with knowledge that waits: pettiness which plays wasted
words like bullets bark. Limited in the break; silver United States.
Outsiders they dare. The masters make the United States.
"To keep it, blow the president of the silver" president of pity roars.
They can win what's never been lodged: though the child's balloon.
Shadows even the break of evil fates; Into thinking you're
the master. Make all that can not be born. Proves to flesh
colored Christs that is not being born. For them you'd just
be seen in the president of the handmade blade, the fools. Yet you do not
hear: warn; victory, some downfall. You do not much.
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Reads like a fortune cookie, I think :P
Jeff is listening to Bob Dylan.
Jeff has a computer.
So what does Jeff do?
He runs a Bob Dylan song lyrics through a computer program to produce random results!
The Results:
Song: It's All Right Ma
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For the masters make all that's in your sleeping ears into flesh
colored Christs with knowledge that waits: pettiness which plays wasted
words like bullets bark. Limited in the break; silver United States.
Outsiders they dare. The masters make the United States.
"To keep it, blow the president of the silver" president of pity roars.
They can win what's never been lodged: though the child's balloon.
Shadows even the break of evil fates; Into thinking you're
the master. Make all that can not be born. Proves to flesh
colored Christs that is not being born. For them you'd just
be seen in the president of the handmade blade, the fools. Yet you do not
hear: warn; victory, some downfall. You do not much.
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Reads like a fortune cookie, I think :P