make eye art of forfection
still dart call are are true, unperanst with sligh lives of speart,
The it walks, whose thould ever lov’d of they then youths
behin for stage, or gar for skill,
Make yout says no appy well;
Most find withe it is now I grows of did make eye art of forfection thy swerse powerse pers more, alt reation the painst poor to thee rance decreaths
not rare that theek, is maken,
Crawls his doom;
And stard cold at the to bosome;
perity, exceeds thriving
thee asing Lo!
April 23 2011, selected from contiguous unsupervised generation using a character 4-gram model built on Shakespeare’s Sonnets. Generator: charNG (work in progress)
Way back when I was programming in a web shop, all the designers used to laugh at my interfaces.