Poem-ize me, baby!
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foxmonkeyI'm in the mood to write, I think. It's cold and rainy out, and I'm going to let the dishes go tonight. I'm tired - one of those days at work where you're there all day and can't tell anyone a single thing you've done - and I've been up since 4:00a.m. Dad-blasted felines, scampering and yowling and being cute and annoying when I'm trying to sleep! They obviously haven't figured out that me getting sleep = keeping job, and job = money = cat food.
Hope that's right, 'cause I'm too tired to double-check my math.
So, hmmm. What to work on? Ooh! And I should finish prep to move into the new space this weekend. Maybe I'll do that, I'm in a slightly webhead kinda mood, too. My links page is seriously jacked, what with people moving and closing down and stuff. Gotta update the recs page too, and add stories.
And! Here's something that's tons of fun. I was surfing LJ this morning and gacked it from someone, no idea who. Sorry! Anyway, it poem-izes webpages. I did it to each of my stories, and the results are amusing, some are pretty interesting, and contain pretty cool poem-ized lines.
Here's the first, poem-ized from Beauty. Queen. (alphabetical order, because I'm anal like that). Oh yeah, the titles and author lines got poem-ized in some of these.
Onward to the fun, with favorite bits boldfaced:
Giddy Beauty. Queen. by foxmonkey JC
want what shirt wear to get
on
Chris, totally does nothing for coming to give
you
hear people are moving around in real
life.
Chris is rushing around, in
a dry, chaste
kiss on Chris, move
close to given a club
two schools, because a girl who motions
for you
know and the corners. He prefers.
I love that! I think I'm going to create a poem out of all my favorite lines.
(from Chasez Lake: Christmas 2001)
Giddy Chasez Lake: Christmas and when
he even given your mother? set
of my bud. Despite real soul mates?
Soul mates? Soul mates? Soul mates?
Soul mates. The stars winking into the
same thing, he knew
would be. mine, and it was
a place JC to what I hope
so, thrilled, Bass. what I
take God, mine? and Lance
rode in each other
and it Lance guessed Yeah, gorgeous, face and
Lance said.
(from Chasez Lake: New Year)
Giddy Chasez
Lake: through
the guys, even after
a starring role. of weeks,
prep for a pleasure working with an old tee
of his water
he definitely* likes
you. can I had
time with Chris. asked. raising an
honestly kinky fucker.
(from Crunch)
Giddy and cream sauce
had forgotten phone. Chris said, quietly. consume
a smile.
You he peeled open the prize for little
first attempt at the corner, his
in a word about
it. be with someone who knew
the sticker and be another twitch for breakfast, and
the door had opened, his keyboard
across his
eyes so he said.
(from His)
Giddy His permission. He nods, looking unapologetic about to
kill someone, needs someone needs
you, arrived. hogging the
other fandoms No
You say something to talk
to raid your , face is this
the hotel rushing
by and the two minutes. you mind being
the bed, be alone.
either.
(from JC Heart Joey)
Giddy JC *patted each
of the bunk You
JC stared at a
little rat punk. “You know,”
Joey and sighed. “Isn’t
tell the
glitter, back here He d they could
do.” JC
heard a lock of them had
been written
in a
threadbare and looked down
at his pajama pants – and , lifted
the new shirt he d they do? They do?
They re being a pop star,
JC Heart* was Justin, maybe practically admitting a
slightly hitched step coming
down the corners of them
had drifted everywhere when
the lounge, His lips soft against JC’
climbed into belly laughter. “
Laugh it was – steady, he looked down the bastards;
it’was easier on
the paper It He
turned the guys, but he’reached
for the least they re being completely
asinine,” JC patted each of
Joey’s head. “
(from Missing You)
Giddy Missing You Every time in hotel
room right now, just to
be, like dogs in my
breath. And stuff, and he was looking at
Justin. He was
watching TV, and looking
at us,
but we cuddle
and Lance standing in
before an afternoon of the stadium floor. We
used to. acknowledge him.
(from Still Life: Lance)
Giddy Still looked skeptical. Justin
slapped his hands
in his
arms around Jus! Thanks. Lance dressed Chris is
You look bad? One in question, Chris
with you, want to brush knuckles. The whir
of us look
the serious shoots. The remainder of
shoot.
(from Still Life: JC)
Giddy Still Life: that shit from the last
person was at the
rest of those times. Surprising everyone,
judging from them that
involved a
meat tray,
and expensive bottles of communication
between primary staff, for
Chris wanted how lucky you or elbows
as well as always, an understanding pat
into a quick
slightly choked voice was
on being his eyes,
never left his head.
to bear. * * * * * JC and
goodbye. He hopped off in small
groups, people milling about
simply
so it any money from
the photographer who looked loved.
(from Chasez Lake: Valentine)
Giddy Valentine by
the trunk. Would no
I
popped in it
for Britney instead
of Justin said,
and then with her. she nodded, and
dabbed his
hand with candlelight. Fat
and dabbed his He eating because every
bite rolled his dinner appeared in
the most envied girl in all, Will you
before when asked
suddenly, remembered
how long and then
with china and
she gave the
new York so in
arms. you know.
These two are cool. It didn't occur to me to poem-ize more than once. I lost the original Yella, and did another a few minutes ago for this post. On a whim I clicked the button again, and voila! A new poem. So here's Yella, two times.
(1)
Giddy Yella girl found wandering backstage without a couple
of days. folks in
Tennessee. The colorful, crinkly bags. again.
Sure, hang on.
(2)
Giddy Yella girl found wandering
backstage without a while. I travel
a couple
of the old man and
his
laughter. He
seemed friendly.
Sir? Justin turned. An elderly black
passing for something new.
I love this thing. I'll be poem-izing everything in sight.
Hope that's right, 'cause I'm too tired to double-check my math.
So, hmmm. What to work on? Ooh! And I should finish prep to move into the new space this weekend. Maybe I'll do that, I'm in a slightly webhead kinda mood, too. My links page is seriously jacked, what with people moving and closing down and stuff. Gotta update the recs page too, and add stories.
And! Here's something that's tons of fun. I was surfing LJ this morning and gacked it from someone, no idea who. Sorry! Anyway, it poem-izes webpages. I did it to each of my stories, and the results are amusing, some are pretty interesting, and contain pretty cool poem-ized lines.
Here's the first, poem-ized from Beauty. Queen. (alphabetical order, because I'm anal like that). Oh yeah, the titles and author lines got poem-ized in some of these.
Onward to the fun, with favorite bits boldfaced:
Giddy Beauty. Queen. by foxmonkey JC
want what shirt wear to get
on
Chris, totally does nothing for coming to give
you
hear people are moving around in real
life.
Chris is rushing around, in
a dry, chaste
kiss on Chris, move
close to given a club
two schools, because a girl who motions
for you
know and the corners. He prefers.
I love that! I think I'm going to create a poem out of all my favorite lines.
(from Chasez Lake: Christmas 2001)
Giddy Chasez Lake: Christmas and when
he even given your mother? set
of my bud. Despite real soul mates?
Soul mates? Soul mates? Soul mates?
Soul mates. The stars winking into the
same thing, he knew
would be. mine, and it was
a place JC to what I hope
so, thrilled, Bass. what I
take God, mine? and Lance
rode in each other
and it Lance guessed Yeah, gorgeous, face and
Lance said.
(from Chasez Lake: New Year)
Giddy Chasez
Lake: through
the guys, even after
a starring role. of weeks,
prep for a pleasure working with an old tee
of his water
he definitely* likes
you. can I had
time with Chris. asked. raising an
honestly kinky fucker.
(from Crunch)
Giddy and cream sauce
had forgotten phone. Chris said, quietly. consume
a smile.
You he peeled open the prize for little
first attempt at the corner, his
in a word about
it. be with someone who knew
the sticker and be another twitch for breakfast, and
the door had opened, his keyboard
across his
eyes so he said.
(from His)
Giddy His permission. He nods, looking unapologetic about to
kill someone, needs someone needs
you, arrived. hogging the
other fandoms No
You say something to talk
to raid your , face is this
the hotel rushing
by and the two minutes. you mind being
the bed, be alone.
either.
(from JC Heart Joey)
Giddy JC *patted each
of the bunk You
JC stared at a
little rat punk. “You know,”
Joey and sighed. “Isn’t
tell the
glitter, back here He d they could
do.” JC
heard a lock of them had
been written
in a
threadbare and looked down
at his pajama pants – and , lifted
the new shirt he d they do? They do?
They re being a pop star,
JC Heart* was Justin, maybe practically admitting a
slightly hitched step coming
down the corners of them
had drifted everywhere when
the lounge, His lips soft against JC’
climbed into belly laughter. “
Laugh it was – steady, he looked down the bastards;
it’was easier on
the paper It He
turned the guys, but he’reached
for the least they re being completely
asinine,” JC patted each of
Joey’s head. “
(from Missing You)
Giddy Missing You Every time in hotel
room right now, just to
be, like dogs in my
breath. And stuff, and he was looking at
Justin. He was
watching TV, and looking
at us,
but we cuddle
and Lance standing in
before an afternoon of the stadium floor. We
used to. acknowledge him.
(from Still Life: Lance)
Giddy Still looked skeptical. Justin
slapped his hands
in his
arms around Jus! Thanks. Lance dressed Chris is
You look bad? One in question, Chris
with you, want to brush knuckles. The whir
of us look
the serious shoots. The remainder of
shoot.
(from Still Life: JC)
Giddy Still Life: that shit from the last
person was at the
rest of those times. Surprising everyone,
judging from them that
involved a
meat tray,
and expensive bottles of communication
between primary staff, for
Chris wanted how lucky you or elbows
as well as always, an understanding pat
into a quick
slightly choked voice was
on being his eyes,
never left his head.
to bear. * * * * * JC and
goodbye. He hopped off in small
groups, people milling about
simply
so it any money from
the photographer who looked loved.
(from Chasez Lake: Valentine)
Giddy Valentine by
the trunk. Would no
I
popped in it
for Britney instead
of Justin said,
and then with her. she nodded, and
dabbed his
hand with candlelight. Fat
and dabbed his He eating because every
bite rolled his dinner appeared in
the most envied girl in all, Will you
before when asked
suddenly, remembered
how long and then
with china and
she gave the
new York so in
arms. you know.
These two are cool. It didn't occur to me to poem-ize more than once. I lost the original Yella, and did another a few minutes ago for this post. On a whim I clicked the button again, and voila! A new poem. So here's Yella, two times.
(1)
Giddy Yella girl found wandering backstage without a couple
of days. folks in
Tennessee. The colorful, crinkly bags. again.
Sure, hang on.
(2)
Giddy Yella girl found wandering
backstage without a while. I travel
a couple
of the old man and
his
laughter. He
seemed friendly.
Sir? Justin turned. An elderly black
passing for something new.
I love this thing. I'll be poem-izing everything in sight.
