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


  • 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.

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3 Responses to Google poetry

  1. Sine Botchen February 20, 2009 at 3:14 pm #

    I get:
    “Mike is god.”

    w00t! I guess they know who they are dealing with now. ;p

  2. GinnySkal February 20, 2009 at 4:32 pm #

    Ginny is an athlete training on dailymile

  3. Lisa Creech Bledsoe February 20, 2009 at 7:58 pm #

    Sine, I see you are also getting: Mike is a poo.


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