This Poem Will Self-Destruct [ngram poem, refire]

 no ammonia anymore

the ground-up tops of your key

cannot handle

a directory you screw

into being

this is easily translated into

fifteen miles away

in an extension

of any type of credit

in carbide. as in half a jar of 13 self-destruct programs that blow up in anyone’s face. go inside anyone. His wick is lit up. Terminals collected. Click. A network because anyone. Anyone is a network. A network because of them.

You’re paying for a nice mask. Hard enough to match with any type of fuse. So, we are seeing if nitration has left a signal over your whole experience of enclosure. 

 behind white smoke

you’re signaling

you're going to enter

this  solution onto tape

to rephrase your reckoning

if anyone should drain the enemy

of a fine powder or liquid

your choice

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method = n-grams, cut-up

corpus = Jolly Roger Cookbook v3 

generator = Infinite Monkeys v1.99

The original poem was published on Base Infinity. I edited it recently and republished it here on Anti-Literature.