I am actually deleting the auto-postage but I will share that one line from a generated post was "unwrap the cube of spinach and plop it down in the middle of the dark alone."
They're like those strangely poetic spambots (actually, probably almost identically like).
This one just struck me because it was so Cooking with Emo: take the spinach and plop it down in the middle of a soulless suburban context. Then shred some carrots, which will remind you of how your ex-girlfriend shredded your soul when she left, after which point you might need to have a cry. Salt dish lightly. With your tears.
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This one just struck me because it was so Cooking with Emo: take the spinach and plop it down in the middle of a soulless suburban context. Then shred some carrots, which will remind you of how your ex-girlfriend shredded your soul when she left, after which point you might need to have a cry. Salt dish lightly. With your tears.