ON FINDING A STACK OF UNPLAYED 78RPM RECORDS, STILL IN THEIR ORIGINAL PAPER SLEEVES.....AND AN EMPIRE 808 PHONO CARTRIDGE...TO PLAY THEM WITH....IN ITS ORIGINAL BOX~

 

The Prayer: An AI powered robot singing prayers, by Diemut Strebe

Subject: after an unsuccessful 'Go Fund Me" for the Prayer-Generating-Silicon Mouth.......hmmm...... I thought of a much more utilitarian Device​, if renamed/repurposed, ​ that males would have paid bucks for!......​(soon, available at Parisian, Oregon, and Amsterdam Sex Shoppes' Drive-through Order Windows).....but first, it's inventor needs your generous  "Go Fund Me" bucks for his new Bombardier Global 8000......Contributions in excess of $1M, will be entered into a contest, with the possibility and inferred liklihood  of winning both the Prototype "The Prayer" and a second generation "Deluxe Autoblow 2023", in any of 5 suggestive colors, in a deluxe lizard skin travel case with genuine walrus tusk ivory handles......

'shut up and suck'........and the girls ask "does the nose wiggle?"    ........Nevertheless, it was a bit hit at Vatican City and many remote monasteries........

CRAPPY POEM, WRITTEN BY A RANDOM POETRY GENERATOR PROGRAM WITH SOME RANDOM WORDS THAT I FED INTO THE GENERATOR.......I'VE READ EVEN WORSE POETRY, WRITTEN, IN ERNEST, BY SOME OF MY FRIENDS........

 

Ode to the Yearning

A Sonnet by veristes

My free yearning, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you fall, skip and topple,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the dusk poppell.

Let me compare you to a key cherry?
You are more suffient, subjective and brusque.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the jacent cornhusk.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your nascent feet, nostrils and lips.
Thinking of your short nostrils fills my days.
My love for you is the adjacent cripps.

Now I must away with a lofty heart,
Remember my clear words whilst we're apart