Thursday, October 18, 2007

Search Term Cut-Ups

BREAKING NEWS FLASH: Ronald McDonald gets laid!

And he has an audience too! Woohoo! An unusually SFW chicksnbreasts find.

How about submitting your search term cut-up poetry? Slice and dice the phrases below any way you want. It's fun!

Strung together just right, I see the potential for an interesting poem or short story in my latest array of search terms.




bettie page spanked
casey serin
codex seraphianianus
blog bestiality
photo edith massey as the egg lady
neo-dada art
the shining twins
smellmeand
nicole richie tentacle
theresa duncan octopus
johndiddler
shakespeare blinkies
6 degrees of casey serin
ts eliot fragments shored tattoo stomach
marketa cave woman
ts eliot vomit porn
funny blog
pueraria mirifica diary
8888 ultimatum
galina serin images
the shining twins outfits photos
scoby doo gogle
dada art projects
monks saffron
bestiality blogs
bibliodyssey octopus
galina serin photo
smellmeand.com
than swe birthday
burmese nudes
weird architecture book
funny blog comments
werner von trapp
propel blinkies
burmese nude girls
super blue green algae - pomeranians

20 comments:

Ogg the Caveman said...

Murst!

Still no T.S. Eliot vomit porn on ZB? You're such a tease ;)

Akubi said...

Well, the "blog bestiality" and "bestiality blogs" search terms seem to generate far more interest. However, if they're searching due to a genuine interest in the matter I'd prefer they not stay.

Akubi said...

The ZB search term word salad hasn't been particularly interesting lately:
using a bidet porn
anya milk bath
black ass in fishnets
red fishnets
zillow
burmese nude girls
mermaids
anya in milk
anya milk
wake up nudes
marketa cave woman
lovely nude
lovely nudes
liz vicious bound

Anonymous said...

Shakespeare Blinkies:

All the world's a stage,
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And all the men and women merely players,
galina serin photo

They have their exits and entrances,
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And one man in his time plays many parts,
john diddler

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
pueraria mirifica diary

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
ts eliot vomit porn

Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel
casey serin

And shining morning face, creeping like snail
dada art projects

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
marketa cave woman

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
the shining twins outfits photos

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,8888 ultimatum

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
smellmeand

Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
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Seeking the bubble reputation
bestiality blogs

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice
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In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
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With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
nicole richie tentacle

Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
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And so he plays his part.
photo edith massey as the egg lady

Akubi said...

@Edgar
That's great! I cracked up in my cube reading it.

Akubi said...

I through the terms into the the
Cut-Up Machine and added some lines from The Waste Land and ended up with this piece:

we singing went shining
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Looking mixing
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And wind's nothing,
Looking the stopped the gave singing
Over knew diary 8888 hyacinth projects monks
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Only covering
Earth edith twins smellmeand nicole nothing,
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And degrees out in sunlight, mixing
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Dry full, colonnade,
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April mixing
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Dry in of the the the came bestiality hour.
'You the light, empty green egg into faint
In I stopped seraphianianus blog each rumours
Revive garden,
Your moonlight, and the we a hole in swings,
Dry the the on trapp propel his failed, as the a vomit us decayed this massey snow, ago; 'They a nightfall, coffee, stirring
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A chapel, I year mixing
Memory spring gogle dada the hour.
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Anonymous said...

Hi akubi,

Glad you were amused. I almost went with Keat's Ode on a Grecian Urn, but then I saw the Shakespeare Blinkies and thought, oh, this is definitely a The Seven Stages of Man thing, if ever I saw one. ;-)

Anonymous said...

p.s.t.s. [eliot] would be proud. ;/

Ogg the Caveman said...

Very nice, both of you.

Anonymous said...

From wiki:

Eliot himself once wrote ("The Sacred Wood"): "Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different."

Akubi said...

I rather liked this combination:
"April spanked casey can little prison thinking"

Appropriate yet completely random result from the cut-up machine.

@Edgar,
Since mine was generated from a program without any insightful reworking, I'm not sure how proud he would be. Perhaps if I re-ordered in a somewhat more coherent fashion he would like it better. Yes, I like that T.S. Eliot quote.

@Ogg,
Aren't you going to join in the random poetry fest?

Anonymous said...

Yes akubi, but it certainly does qualify as "something different".

Excerpt from:

Sweeney among the Nightingales
a poem by T S Eliot

Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Zillow Book
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
erect nipples galore
The zebra stripes along his jaw
bestiality
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
long necked diddler

The circles of the stormy moon
ass cracks wise
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Sunset Grille
Death and the Raven drift above
Mort Edgar Buzz Kill they all float down here
And Sweeney guards the hornéd gate.
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Akubi said...

K, I guess it is time to stop running search terms and 6 Degrees of Serin entries through the Cut-up machine and massively focus on Zillow Book. Any preferred material from the astoundingly massive collection?

Anonymous said...

Any preferred material from the astoundingly massive collection?

Y

Ogg the Caveman said...

tattoo stomach
marketa cave woman
Taking out the trash
Tech guy vomit porn

Sponsorship
Stocked and ETHICAL
Legal stick
shining twins
smellmeand
nicole egg lady
neo-dada art
gogle
dada art projects
Respectful
Semi-vegan Under the radar
Unlimited Amature
Anchor
Anti-spam word

Wholesaling

Try
Under
Entrepreneur
Ex Über blog comments
werner von trapp
quick
Getting Saved

75% success
Action monks saffron
bestiality blogs
bibliodyssey Arbitrage
Are you...?
Auction VW hippie bus
W-2 job
Naturally-raised carnitas burrito
Needs

dada art projects
monks
Auction
Auctioneer
Back-stabber

International business trip
Investment VW hippie bus
shored tattoo stomach

Ogg the Caveman said...

That's just snippets of the raw output of the machine. I'd try to produce the more creative kind of work that you two have, but I'm not quite up to it right now.

Ogg the Caveman said...

I have mixed feelings about butchering an old favorite, but here we go...

upon the beach
I have heard codex seraphianianus

shored tattoo stomach
a dying fall
Beneath the music from a screen
Would duncan octopus
johndiddler
shakespeare blinkies
tell you all
each to each.

And times, the Fool.
nicole richie tentacle
I grow against the sky
saffron
Oh, do not ask, "What come and go"
the pomeranians

propel blinkies
Politic, cautious, and firmly to the chin
dada art projects
each to each.

a patient etherised upon a table
photo edith fragments shored tattoo stomach
Deferential
monks saffron
In the room a formulated phrase,
the shining vomit porn

And this, But in the go
the shining twins
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

Ogg the Caveman said...

Not too long ago I came across Prufrock's Pervigilium, which I find chilling and haven't taken the time to understand.

Akubi said...

@Ogg,
Those are great!

@Edgar,
Is Y for Yuba?

Anonymous said...

Y = yes. Just messin' wiff ya. ;-)