Someone made a twitter bot (I don’t actually know what that is) that finds and assembles lines of iambic pentameter on Twitter into sonnets. It’s mesmerizing. I can’t quite describe the feeling. It’s like when you read blank verse, and you feel as if the line you’ve just read must have rhymed with whatever line came before it but in reality it didn’t. Except in this case, you feel as if the line you’ve just read must follow logically from the line before it but in reality it didn’t. Or did it?
My favourite so far:
Inflammatory statement coming soon….
I wanna cuddle up and take a nap
Internal twitter server problem .. #Crap
Caps take advantage if the power play
still haven’t eaten anything today…
Have had a lotta nicknames growing up
BOO Chelsea !! Liverpool deserve the cup !!
Blue is the Color, Football is the game…
Fame of the money, Money of the fame.
Do not appreciate the referee.
REMEMBER LOVE, REMEMBER YOU AND ME
So many babies at the outlet mall
Abundant Life Assembly welcomes all! 😀
Its fucking hailing! Hail! In fucking May!
If I knew what a twitter bot was and wanted to sell my soul to create a twitter account, I would totally make some found villanelles. (If you go ahead and do this for me, I’ll make you some cookies.)