I was chatting with my line manager earlier today about ‘found word poetry’. He had some great stuff on his screen. Fractured to the point of being nonsensical but, on some level, the staccato rhythm of the words and the jumble of meaning almost made sense on some intuitive level. Like Alex Cox’s movies, they’re supposed to be on a dream level.
So… in this spirit, I present this gem from my spam filter at work:
Like most puppets in his military career. His face flushed behind his clearplaz breather as he tried to cover what he’d crowd. The League soldiers began an orderly evacuation. Six other personnel and his daughter, talking among themselves. Even Chamal spoke of city things, summarized his trip to Parmentier.
So many of the Jihad spacefolders and crews had been lost. Certainly, she had “Perhaps this will be my last fight. Perhaps I will die. If that is the way of to watch the unfolding assault, completely confident in his sons. On the screen, flagship. The Army of Humanity soldiers were profoundly uneasy.
He has proved that machines can serve our cause as well. Ticia could not resist. Moving jerkily like an ill-used puppet, Ticia led
hoping their angels might come down from Heaven and strike Omnius dead. On by, demanding bloody justice. “They never cared about the Grand Patriarch!”
Feeling the biting cold crackle over his exposed skin, Vor picked up Agamemnon’s hulls of the nearest ships with its somber light. Just inside the
inspection-aid. The Poritrin lord flew his space yacht in a quick survey.
The League is devastated by casualties and consequences. Will we ever be the in his voice, Istian said, “Don’t you wish we had lived decades ago, so we could kill you if I have to.” thrived amid all the wonders, but the twins had not particularly cared for patrol fleet, scattering decoy targets in all directions. And when those robots too had lived?
“I have been unfair to my son,” Quentin agreed, “but now it is too late. I can can be legitimate”. Far from being relieved by Raquella’s recovery, the woman had received a full dose of stimulants. was a geometrical shape with a smooth metal shell—the flat and polished planes. Mohandas had studied the disease closely enough to draw some basic conclusions.
She didn’t attempt to resculpt her appearance. It was simply nnecessary The Sorceress suited up and waited for Abulurd to join her. She didn’t need his soldiers stationed in the city districts nearest the crash sites. Launching a fighting force of neo-cymek vessels from the reconquered Synchronized Space would work once the Holtzman engines folded space, bending one coordinate to another, they moved against the machine warships. The flagship ballista and the accompanying human aided her cause. The girl’s thin voice took on an added hardness, a tone of Humans themselves had proved to be as ruthless as any thinking machine.
He saw deeply troubled times ahead…. regret leaving anything behind. Gone would be the cares of the Jihad.
