Google poetry

I’m sick of the Facebook tagging stuff, I tell you, sick and perishing. Okay, just one more: this time, I’m typing random stuff into Google and letting it forecast what I am about to say.

Lisa is

• cooking
• your birthday
• awesome
• cooking your birthday happy birthday Lisa
• no longer attending the metuchen congregation of jehovah’s witnesses

I’m thinking

• tonight of my blue eyes
• its a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
• about my doorbell
• of a master plan lil wayne
• arbys costume
• about getting metal legs
• about suicide
• of a master plan cause ain’t nothing but sweat inside my hand
• of a master plan snoop

Careful

• with that axe Eugene

Enough with your

• god damn pancakes
• your magical riddles

I though those last two were particularly succinct. Now I’ll put money on the fact that you’re gonna go over there to Google and do it too. Money.