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Markov Generator
6/4/04 18:23A few choice selections from the LJ Markov Generator:
Random Funny Things:
I found a link at the moment: Music HTML and CSS and Flash programming Mongolia Italo Calvino Yeats' Poetry Shading pictures on the train or other forms of public transport.
Die Puny Humans Volo anaticulum cumminosam meam!
we've all been asked to bring music to talk about how our versions of the earth, were still around.
The really sad thing is that I was angry at my mother (about politics, of all things, over how she liked Dean!)
I am planning the Macho Women with Guns one-shot and posting Day 3 of the earth
Somehow managing to hole myself up in my church's children's choir and thought that the while a gay Pride event.
I fell asleep and had real food (Chinese) courtesy of the Arts and Crafts movement, and a Ford who was in second grade,
My country. Hell. Handbasket. Swiped from ancalemon.
...I stopped talking to the video store to rent Millennium Actress because no one does anything to bridge that awful disconnect, mostly because people aren't expecting that it can be fired for attending a gay or lesbian.
Exactly how confused are these people?:
“People confuse conduct and sexual orientation as the class plodded through Julie of the excellent comic book Fables , which is a boy, what do we do? We form groups of friends-like-family. And we stick with them. What else have we got? I put this theory forward for the federal government...
“People confuse conduct and sexual orientation as the same thing, and I would be making lots of money. This kind of pedestrian dream, in which I'd gone to a Japanese version of the afternoon...
Profoundly Strange:
This was a senior in highschool. This was a dragon.
I just now noticed that there are little nicks in the evening
Giraffes are about the world, regardless of guilt or politics
Wow, I really don't remember that...:
My memories between the ages of 5-14 are dependent on me correctly calculating which year in school I must have been doing a brisk business in "genuine" art-objects to people who would drool over anything Chinese or Japanese merely by virtue of its location and its design.
My memories between the ages of 5-14 are dependent on me correctly calculating which year in which I have to fight the urge to interject opinions or facts.
Everyone knows the Cities Department is Effectively Evil:
This is especially true when the power to interpret the constitution rests in the City and Media class.
For those of you who haven't heard McDonogh's famous rant: Baltimore is the first year I stopped talking to my dad.
...tomorrow's City & Media class are doing various incarnations of an independent study project with Professor McDonogh, head of the most effectively evil ways my brain has ever tricked me into getting out of their inventory a month with the website from the Blue Bus stop to lunch at Rhodes.
But he's saying that you can go read a few pages of Fables before I learned long division and the sound of the Cities department; we've been trying to fake consumers out.
I knew my kids would be weird, but this is ridiculous!:
Imagine your first child is a working environment that will let you use an email client like Eudora to read one paragraph.
Imagine your first child is a city planner's worst nightmare. Baltimore is a modern fantasy piece.
These were the best:
I expect to go to Brecon. Go to Brecon. Go to Brecon. Go to Brecon. Go to Brecon. Go to Brecon. Go to Brecon.
I still remember you all holding up your lanterns in the hands of activist judges anxious to find the latest ``right'' hiding between the lines of our founding document.
To this day I have to be extremely effective, as well as clever.
This is nothing new, of course--since the turn of last century people have been putting on my journal.
Well, that explains it. You see, all the hair on the computer monitor.
Random Funny Things:
I found a link at the moment: Music HTML and CSS and Flash programming Mongolia Italo Calvino Yeats' Poetry Shading pictures on the train or other forms of public transport.
Die Puny Humans Volo anaticulum cumminosam meam!
we've all been asked to bring music to talk about how our versions of the earth, were still around.
The really sad thing is that I was angry at my mother (about politics, of all things, over how she liked Dean!)
I am planning the Macho Women with Guns one-shot and posting Day 3 of the earth
Somehow managing to hole myself up in my church's children's choir and thought that the while a gay Pride event.
I fell asleep and had real food (Chinese) courtesy of the Arts and Crafts movement, and a Ford who was in second grade,
My country. Hell. Handbasket. Swiped from ancalemon.
...I stopped talking to the video store to rent Millennium Actress because no one does anything to bridge that awful disconnect, mostly because people aren't expecting that it can be fired for attending a gay or lesbian.
Exactly how confused are these people?:
“People confuse conduct and sexual orientation as the class plodded through Julie of the excellent comic book Fables , which is a boy, what do we do? We form groups of friends-like-family. And we stick with them. What else have we got? I put this theory forward for the federal government...
“People confuse conduct and sexual orientation as the same thing, and I would be making lots of money. This kind of pedestrian dream, in which I'd gone to a Japanese version of the afternoon...
Profoundly Strange:
This was a senior in highschool. This was a dragon.
I just now noticed that there are little nicks in the evening
Giraffes are about the world, regardless of guilt or politics
Wow, I really don't remember that...:
My memories between the ages of 5-14 are dependent on me correctly calculating which year in school I must have been doing a brisk business in "genuine" art-objects to people who would drool over anything Chinese or Japanese merely by virtue of its location and its design.
My memories between the ages of 5-14 are dependent on me correctly calculating which year in which I have to fight the urge to interject opinions or facts.
Everyone knows the Cities Department is Effectively Evil:
This is especially true when the power to interpret the constitution rests in the City and Media class.
For those of you who haven't heard McDonogh's famous rant: Baltimore is the first year I stopped talking to my dad.
...tomorrow's City & Media class are doing various incarnations of an independent study project with Professor McDonogh, head of the most effectively evil ways my brain has ever tricked me into getting out of their inventory a month with the website from the Blue Bus stop to lunch at Rhodes.
But he's saying that you can go read a few pages of Fables before I learned long division and the sound of the Cities department; we've been trying to fake consumers out.
I knew my kids would be weird, but this is ridiculous!:
Imagine your first child is a working environment that will let you use an email client like Eudora to read one paragraph.
Imagine your first child is a city planner's worst nightmare. Baltimore is a modern fantasy piece.
These were the best:
I expect to go to Brecon. Go to Brecon. Go to Brecon. Go to Brecon. Go to Brecon. Go to Brecon. Go to Brecon.
I still remember you all holding up your lanterns in the hands of activist judges anxious to find the latest ``right'' hiding between the lines of our founding document.
To this day I have to be extremely effective, as well as clever.
This is nothing new, of course--since the turn of last century people have been putting on my journal.
Well, that explains it. You see, all the hair on the computer monitor.