Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/7:59 AM
The latter, as you would know if you'd had the common decency to look at the inventions page. I thought about doing it a more clever way, but it's just a crude random BNF expander with a load of character substitutions at the end, so I can't think of any other way of doing it that would a) avoid skewing the other parts of the sentence, b) allow for multiple words and fragments of words.
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/7:57 AM
A steam-powered negro boothe
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/7:51 AM
Am about to scan for inventions containing 'negro' - IT'S WHAT I'VE ALWAYS DREAMED OF DOING!!!!!111
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/7:44 AM
Did you implement this by selecting a particular word e.g. splat, from the data glandes, and then building sentences that include that that word? Or do you get the generator to repeatedly produce sentences (internally) until one containing 'splat' comes up?
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/7:17 AM
The only good thing with 'chin' is 'chin-mounted', which doesn't justify it in general. 'Chin-mounted' can just be added as an adjective.
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/6:46 AM
How convenient that there is now a feature to produce only inventions with a given string in them!!!!!!!1
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/5:59 AM
'glans', yes. helmet is already there, but it actually means helmet, not what you're thinking of. 'miasma' might be too pretentious, though :(
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/5:57 AM
'chin' is good you fool
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/5:55 AM
As the -=Dark_Angel=- who posted the 'sandwichling' invention, allow me to present my defence. The generator has always produced long, complicated and generally unfunny inventions. The reason why you haven't been soiled by these in the past is that -=Dark_Angel=- always screens his comments before posting them, and such inventions are discarded because of their gayness. In this case, however, I was merely showing inventions containing the suffix 'splat'. Given the vast number of words that have now lodged themselves in the generator's glandes, one has to scan through about a hundred or so before the probability of encountering a 'splat' is greater than 50%. I therefore did not discard the 'sandwichling' invention, and am now thoroughly ashamed of both myself, and other(s).
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/5:54 AM
Yes, 'sandwich' has outstayed its welcome. As has 'chin'.
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/5:41 AM
Sample output: A plastic leisure prune jelly A damp hobo A clam jelly A diplomatic king-sized pie extractor impregnated with quadrobeard byproducts powered by a dangerously nude appallingly colossal pie An extraordinary illegally laminated beard moustache A vicar-hating nappy moustache A banjotronic boneless chin sausage A sealed tramp cosy A false trifle vat A poisonous peephole sandwich egg A trouser-shaped cybernetical foetus A megasandwich drenched in autoblouse juices A seedy plimpsoll upgrade covered in electro-outhouse extract powered by a sausage-free turbotrifle chock-full of bog discharge A beard manual reformed from a wooden moustache stool full of tentacles A violent prawn-shaped wheeled-dwarf sandwich A prune filled with ultranappy pellets A dumpling-fuelled trifle-mounted nappy A stool-fuelled superstool tidy A corpse-operated trifle-fuelled trout A patented beak A beard-compatible chin harness supplied with a twitching foetus A battery-powered negro jelly that can replace a dwarf-resistant wheeled-spaz launcher A black-market foetus-flavoured superblimp pouch A souped-up robojodhpur surrounded by a stool chock-full of negro suction cups A turbotrifle sandwich An one-armed egg trifle jam-packed with supernappy pellets A trouser auditorium which oozes blouse pellets An abnormal supertrifle An ungainly attack-dwarf powered by a complimentary buttock-faced foetus A bum-shaped beard A plimpsoll-activated shoe launcher
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/5:38 AM
You are frightfully ignorant. The inventions have become greatly simpler and better over time. The only thing that's changed is the appalling laziness of -=Dark_Angel=- to filter the good inventions from the nonsensical ones. 'A TRAMP DISPLAY CASE' is actually more likely to be generated now than it ever was (although not in capital letters, because it was never generated that way). Incidentally, that is exactly what the generator already is. Indeede, it generates 30 inventions at a time, and the datafile is a wiki page editable by anyone. It is a secret wiki though, and you're too gay to use it. Thanks!
Re: a comment on Watching The Rose Grow by Blindpoetry	2-Apr-04/2:41 AM
Congratulations, fucknut! The suffix 'splat' has now been included in the patented -=Dark_Angel=- invention generator. Having scanned through hundreds of results, it eventually came up, in the form of the following: - A guffsplat Further research yielded the following results: - A negrosplat - A profoundly drooping piesplat - A bog-resistant Swiss Army jodhpursplat which dispenses ultraplimpsoll milk - An exploding outhousesplat surrounded by a plumber's wooden pyrobanjo beard - A beard-enriched unspeakably illegal sandwichling which oozes evacuation-foreskin mess which can be used to repel an outhousesplat filled with pie byproducts
Re: a comment on A wicked rose grows in God's grapevine. by SupremeDreamer	1-Apr-04/2:48 PM
I couldn't be bothered to read most of your comment, since I couldn't be bothered to read most of your poeme. The only bit I did read was 'God doesn't watch with eyes he has not', and I only read that because it caught my eye as I was scanning through the guff. As for your earnest attack upon my list of special moves: you just don't get it, do you?
Re: A wicked rose grows in God's grapevine. by SupremeDreamer	1-Apr-04/9:56 AM
God doesn't need eyes, you idiot. He's psychic. Jesu only made light on the third day, which means He made the Heaven and the Earth in the dark. Clearly the work of a psychic being. So far, I have discovered that Jesu has the following special moves: - Psychic vision - Invisibility - Walking on water - Gourd of healing, enabling Him to come back to life when slaughtered - Transubstantiation (the ability to transform into a communion wafer) Muslim only has the following special moves: - Martyrdom - Twin, face-mounted AK47s - The Mysterious Ramamamadan Spell
Re: Continuation by baughworm	1-Apr-04/9:37 AM
Seven lacerations on a South Dakoty bum There's seven lacerations on a South Dakoty bum Somewhere in the distance, seven people take a dump...
Re: a comment on Life's Work by baughworm	1-Apr-04/9:35 AM
poor sod does fit you massive sod
Re: Leaves, hope and dreams by aliena	1-Apr-04/9:14 AM
Oh yes how beautiful. I often think it's very sad that we indiscriminately tred on dead leaves, crushing all their hopes and dreams. You know it doesn't really matter who does the mourning - everyone has their own interpretation, and opinions are what really matters. Besides, it's profoundly silly either way. Mourning what? Stepping on dead leaves? What in Sodomy were you thinking!? Thanks, -10-
Re: a comment on I Married an Infectious Woman (My Love, 'Futility') by SupremeDreamer	31-Mar-04/11:59 PM
If you find it so soul-shriv'ling, why in Sodomy do you keep posting? You are a fool, zodiac. -=Dark_Angel=- has no interest in poetry. The only reason he came to this site was to mock. You, on the other hand, have dedicated your life to studying poemes. Perhaps that's why you find an amateur on-line poetry forum chock-full of dullards so soul-shriv'ling. But what the hell were you expecting?
Re: a comment on I Married an Infectious Woman (My Love, 'Futility') by SupremeDreamer	31-Mar-04/11:31 PM
The perception you have of yourself is so ridiculous, and so far from the truth, that any minute now your amazing zanyness will cave in on itself, staining all our terrified jodhpurs in a dreadful slurry of 'fascinating anecdotes about your way-beyond-the-extreme meth adventures.' And then, having based your entire personality upon telling everyone about drugs, and having based your entire poetic career upon a wanton smearing of tens by that UNPRECEDENTED DULLARD rockmage, your shrivelled prune of a body will come crawling back to me, weeping and begging for death. And I will look down upon you with granite eyes, the cold wind blowing through my golden locks as the sky turns wrathful overhead, and my jodhpurs fall, as if by magic, to the floor. And even as the torrents beat against my massive jaw, and the raging ocean crashes against ev'ry poop deck known to man, and even as you lie writhing like an urchin beneath another man's straining buttocks, the last remaining shards of your utterly drooping persona scattered like dung about the nest, even then that voice, that voice you know so well, will whisper to the chimes of a distant flushing outhouse: Bow'ls, my lad. Utter, utter bow'ls.