Works nicely for poems. Here’s Walt Whitman’s “ O Me! O life!":
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Life's a mess, people suck, I suck more.
Everyone's lost, nothing matters.
So what's the point? Beats me.
—-
It actually would be a fun little game called poem distillater, you are given the distillation, and then must choose the original poem, maybe multiple choice or something..
“Suppose” by EE Cummings:
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An old dude with flowers on his noggin stumbles by.
Meanwhile, the Grim Reaper's punk nephew chills at Starbucks, flipping a coin like he's hot shit.
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Should I off myself or not? That's the question.
Is it better to put up with life's crap,
Or say "screw this" and check out early?
Death's just a nap, right? No more drama.
But what if the afterlife sucks even worse?
That's why we keep trudging through this BS.
Fear makes us chicken out.
So we sit around overthinking instead of doing anything.
—- Life's a mess, people suck, I suck more.
Everyone's lost, nothing matters.
So what's the point? Beats me. —-
It actually would be a fun little game called poem distillater, you are given the distillation, and then must choose the original poem, maybe multiple choice or something..
“Suppose” by EE Cummings:
—- An old dude with flowers on his noggin stumbles by.
Meanwhile, the Grim Reaper's punk nephew chills at Starbucks, flipping a coin like he's hot shit. —-