Tarting it up a Bit

Every once in a while I have to have a post that's just plain old prose writing, or the spiders in their Google-webs decide that The Bringdown is a spam blog. That's what this post is. Nothing interesting will happen. No phrases will be turned. All this is is a series of sentences strung together like you would normally expect in prose, because apparently when I try to write poetry, what results is very close to the inauthentic text that is used for spam blogs.

Yesterday I thought to myself, Well that raises some interesting questions about poetry, and the expectations we have about text, how we interact with text, and machine generated nonsense text. Then I got bored with that and killed zombies for the better part of the evening.

I don't have anything else to write about in this post, so the remainder will be mostly content free. Not free in the sense that it could go anywhere, man those are some crazy associations, but free in the sense that there will be nothing worth reading. It's safe to say that if anyone is reading this, they could have stopped before they even started and saved a few precious minutes of their lives. This sentence, for instance, is just a description of itself. Then there's this other sentence here that is sort of similar. This last sentence is where the post ends.