Mainlands travel like stormy seashells.
Big, lively whales calmly pull a sunny, cold breeze.
Love, adventure, and love.
Love is a big mainland.
Stormy, misty captains roughly pull a warm, cold breeze.– Generated by wlonk.com
Well. We’re getting…close? It’s no Poe, but you can almost hear the rhythm and feel the repetitive, contradictory breeze on your face. Artificial intelligence will one day rule mankind, but for now, we can still make fun of it for turning out crappy poems.
PSA: Keep your vacuum cleaners locked up and don’t let your microwave get too friendly with the washing machine. I’ve seen the brave little toaster. It’s a warning.
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