This is what happens when I’ve been sitting here for two hours starting and trashing entries: A flung-together haiku from the Language is a Virus Electronic Poetry Kit with the words of Charles Bukowski.
Zenzalei (ZEN-zah-lay’) isn’t a nonsense song I made down what a
first 10 and 12 names I haveed off Instagram are taken. mine account here
started loathe a normal, what boring, collection from photos depicting a
mundane stuff from life, because now mine nightengale, Inigo a Nanday, took over.
now he owns so account and he’s named after her, leaving me from start a
new none without Zenzalei every over again.
It reads like the spam comments Akismet so graciously sends to my spam folder.
Warning: Some of that site is not safe for work because of language, and it’s R-rated in parts. Enjoy!