convincing consumers that “v” is for vineyard not ***** no quick or easy choices gin, tonic and a dash of restraint mom’s advice to quit got Tumblr started
we must get rid of inefficient economic sectors learning to give one item at a time reviving the soviet tradition Sharing the siege mentality cheekily hopscotching across genres
tell me how this ends prison time was dreadful, but he sure likes the video pain can make them feel alive in 1949 he imagined an age of robots at 94, still charting memory’s depths imagining a grim past that isn't his own
semi-invisible sources of strength milewide tornado strikes Oklahoma 2 FBI hostage rescue agents die in training exercise in sea a genre, old and Irish,is renewed but wait didn't yahoo try a deal like this before How about slow play, drugs and Phrankenwoods
This is a procedural poem I did for my poetry class. These are all headlines from three days of the New York Times. I made sure to use the full text of the headline or, if the text was split into two sentences, a full sentence from the headline. I then arranged them in such a way that each stanza was a congruent full thought and not complete utter nonsense. This will become longer as I acquire more newspaper.