Walt "FML" Whitman
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Walt "FML" Whitman
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Procedural mashups of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass with #FML posts (a spoken word poetry bot by @samplereality.bsky.social)
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Her step was free and elastic, her voice sounded exquisitely as she spoke, and my best friend admitted to me that he and my girlfriend have been cheating behind my back for the past two months.
My sister and i say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
I had to explain to a lady at Walmart that my mom, sure as the stars return again after they merge in the light, death is great as life.
While I was working at a supermarket, soundly falling asleep on the gathered leaves, my dog and gun by my side.
The white teeth stay, and the boss-tooth advances in darkness, and I was trying to work out, and couldn't even complete an exercise regime meant for 50-year-olds.
The souls moving along, are they invisible while the least atom of the stones is visible, and my cat woke me up a few minutes before my alarm, so I got up, had a pee, brushed my teeth, got dressed, went downstairs and fed her, started to make a coffee, and glanced at my phone clock.
His blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast and loosens over his hipband, and I was gathering laundry around the house.
My dog started limping as we were walking home. I thought she'd hurt herself, not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp, but I also lie at the last gasp.
The disdain and calmness of martyrs, and I finally lost my virginity.
My coworker and the suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom.
Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels with shirts bagged out at their waists, and I watched my girlfriend slowly floss her teeth, and then eat what showed up on the floss.
I was on the bus, i know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.
Hell and despair are upon me, crack and again crack the marksmen, and I accidentally bumped into the fire alarm which set off a high pitched buzzing noise that could be heard throughout the entire dorm.
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself, and my boyfriend let it slip that he thinks of my best friend when he masturbates because he like to have the "freedom and variety.".
I started to get horny while to be surrounded by beautiful curious breathing laughing flesh is enough.
Very well then, I contradict myself, and after getting sick of my boyfriend pestering me for a threesome, I invited a male friend over.
My little girl spoke her first word. It was ''Daddy''. Daddy left before she was born and onward we move, a gay gang of blackguards with mirthshouting music and wildflapping pennants of joy.
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it, and my boyfriend was dropping me off home.
Talkative young ones to those that like them, the recitative of fish-pedlars and fruit-pedlars, and I had my new girlfriend over for dinner.
My parents insisted that despite the fact I've just turned sixteen, the deckhands make fast the steamboat, the plank is thrown for the shoregoing passengers.
My dad texted me while do you not know how the buds beneath are folded?
I had to listen from the next room as my dad cheated on his girlfriend with his married boss. He's 57, is it you that thought the President greater than you? or the rich better off than you? or the educated wiser than you?
I discovered that when my husband agreed to donate sperm so it is not far, it is within reach.
Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and a buzzer there with the rest, and I got a new trainee at work.
Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, and it's the fifth time this week alone I've attempted to explain to my boyfriend that I need more than just two minutes of foreplay to get horny.