Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Robot Poetry or Content Farm

Coffee machine awakens before she does. The slender woman in Spandex flits about in her Handi-Wipe world. Lovers linger on lipstick. Ice cubes rumble, sprinklers hiss, and she examines her white tile kitchen floor. Beet juice stuck in the grout. Never tile your kitchen floor white, she thought from her prone position. Her dog walks over and licks her toes.

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