A Field and Garden Dream

So this week two items of junk mail slipped past my mail reader’s filter. You know why? They stole my idea! It looks like they’re using a Probabalistic CFG to generate a soup of sentences.

Any fancy mobile phone calculates.

The tall balloon arrives as soon as whose shining slopy door run or maybe mine green purple ram sleeps.

Her well-crafted expensive red golden gun stands-still.

Her daughters red camera lies while his brothers soft boots makes sound.

Her little purple noisy car is thinking.

Our children little recycle bin run.

Mine hairy bra stares.

Their fancy table stares and perhaps the beautiful picture calms-down the time that his golden baby stinks.

Mine stupid camera stinks or any given well-crafted silver hairy bottle is angry.

His brothers round shining round-shaped baby stares.

Any given smart noisy silver beautiful mp3 player falls the time that our red computer fidgeting however, their small bluish soda calculates.

I swear, the temptations in this field can be overwhelming sometimes. First job prospects in marketing or with Microsoft, and now this.

I bet it would be pretty fun making up those little post-modern novellas at the end of junk mail. I could make a little script that puts them together automatically! Take these two for example:

our address is in hyperlink above along with gone from db

The sailors squatted in the loops, and Rob swung the vine over his shoulders and turned the indicator of the traveling machine to up.

As they slowly mounted into the sky the little sailor gave a squeal of terror and clung to the boy’s arm; but the other, although seemingly anxious, sat quietly in his place and made no trouble.

D–d–don’t g–g–go so high! stammered the little one, tremblingly; suppose we should f–f–fall! Well, s’pose we should? answered Rob, gruffly. But their journey was almost over, for in a short time they reached a small cave from which there was no further outlet.

insulted past forgiveness.”Now she’s mad. Oh, dear, I wish I hadn’t asked

you to speak, Mama,” said May, looking `It’s the wisestthing to expect, and

the likeliest. But I think their withdrawing is in your favour.

of court not being allowed, Jerry heard no more: but left them–so like

each other in feature, so unlike each other

minerologisen 10 neitseest 51 nimellni lehdisthotelli ministerin

I think it would be pretty fun developing a little machine that cranks these out. It’s like madlibs!