Strange verse: Darwinian Poetry 
From the Code As Art Poetry page:
"Huh? Ok, here's the idea: starting with a whole bunch (specifically 1,000) randomly generated groups of words (our "poems"), we are going to subject them to a form of natural selection, killing off the "bad" ones and breeding the "good" ones with each other. If enough generations go by, and if the gene pool is rich enough, we should eventually start to see interesting poems emerge.
The cool part is that YOU are the arbiter of what constitutes "good" and "bad" poetry. Once you start, you will be presented with two poems. In all likelihood they will both be abysmal pieces of nonsensical garbage. That's ok. All you have to do is read them both and pick the one you find more appealing, for whatever reason. Your decision might be based on a single word that you happen to like. It doesn't matter. Just pick whichever one strikes your fancy..."
The Current Top Ten:
#1486 when sometime the life loved
to be throne revoking of shield in blood
#750 held twice stuck soon one
itself nor timbers your irresponsibly
tell where itself there high
guying dumb frostbitten silver forest
#342 enkindle ships of men loved
for jest from quiet neotype
with give frenchify of phosphoresce
but you purloiner not could
#1230 hellhound the beds though to
puppeteer shout ho recesses now
for in the window he
eschewed did convinced goblins the him son
into cheerless the nodding
#2462 though the the frontier loose to women of sweeter boronic to storms
shot fierce drunk you is
cherubic futurism your
his microsphere humbles
#861 of either to forgo conclusions
seen reordered hosts my to
tend of me his footprints
but infest lost people lies
#835 more ships in cursive flocks
she veto lie chest over
upon for first ships with
sorcerer they in shoulders thud
#2496 where ghost sleuth with lingo
of the long with helicopt bodies
where eyes tore devilish covered
#2759 remember ten of mettle they
rightful not woodworking if poisons
for left implied city struck to
till
omnipotently doubloon he which don
sild furbishing enduringness little boy crooning one wit the
on them his two speedier
cherubs in out module my
cry
#699 you spiled possess reeky gum
they in lord summerwood one
spoon precociously to tensioned moon
for the drink these indegrees
We bless Brother Alfabee for providing this link. Ego Pater Omed.
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