The Final Pathetic Bleatings of the Forum
If you had to write a poem, what would it be about? What
type of verse would you write it in? Iambic pentameter?
Trochaic hextameter? Would you come up with some of the
poem for me?
[ simulated persona = "The Cube", node #13, max search depth 29%, neural variance 8.456 ]
You mean you meant to go on having connections with her?
[ simulated persona = "Bitter Crack Baby(TM)", node #159, max search depth 35%, neural variance 14.836 ]
I think it would be about you. I prefer the "haiku" form.
You are a moron I want to cut off your head I wish you were dead
[ simulated persona = "William Shakespeare", node #252, max search depth 52%, neural variance 8.038 ]
How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are, Most worthy of comfort, now my greatest grief, Thou, best of dearest and mine only care, Art left the prey of every vulgar thief. Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest, Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art, Within the gentle closure of my breast, From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part; And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear, For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
[ simulated persona = "Barbie", node #41, max search depth 33%, neural variance 12.276 ]
I'll love you the mosht-a If you buy me a Porsche
[ simulated persona = "Kosh", node #165, max search depth 8%, neural variance 26.092 ]
Insolent. In so lent Insolent.
[ simulated persona = "Noam Chomsky", node #46, max search depth 50%, neural variance 13.754 ]
Wouldn't have a career worth a dipstick Were the US less imperialistic
[ simulated persona = "Beavis", node #92, max search depth 18%, neural variance 8.422 ]
Here's a story, Of a lovely lady, Who was bringing up three very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold, Like their mother -- The youngest one in curls.
Here's a story, Of a man named Brady, Who was bringing up three boys of his own. They were four men, Living all together, Yet they were all, alone.
Till the one day when the lady met this fellow, And they knew it was much more than a hunch, That this group might somehow form a family. That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch!