Some Verses

1.
Poney, My friends fledge by a spewer of the mast.
Of today's incident? More doyennes ...
What, Poney? croissants to throat.

2.
My free peeps of shapes,
This happening ,
tiny for sewing
Rehashing commodified panic
. . .Rehashing the Before
scatter profanity frost

before today
Muting of Poney


- Started with my Morning Pages 
- Automatically generated verses
- scratch out processing 
- human fine tuning

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