Either my poetry attack against Seed.com, AOL's search engine based story assignment generator, failed or it knew the submission was poison and purged it from it's horrible body. Either way, I got a rejection letter today.
Seed, the AOL Media Borg that will destroy journalism, is still alive, despite our best efforts. Today we launch another missile of creativity at its hull. It asks what to do with mismatched plates, and we respond with a poem.
We are trying to take down Seed, the AOL Media Borg created to destroy media. Our weapon of choice: poetry. Today the robot brain asks about "Identity Info Sharing" and the great muse of verse responds.
We are trying to bring down Seed, the AOL News Borg created to destroy editorial on the internet, one poem at a time. Today the machine asks, "What Does It Mean to Square Something?" We try to answer.
Seed, the AOL News Borg that generates story ideas based on the things that people are looking for on search engines, is up and running. We've had a look at their assignments and there is only one appropriate response: poetry.
Last night Vicki and three generation of Gunvalson women journeyed to Italy to experience the beauty of Rome. There is only one way we can express the aesthetic impact of their journey: poetry.
Click to view Our beloved bottle blonds returned to us last night with skydiving, poverty, and plenty of bitch fighting. There is only one thing that can contain all the emotions we are still feeling: poetry!
Last night we had to say farewell to The Real Housewives of Atlanta until they come back for another season of sass talking and wig pulling. We were incredibly sad. There is only one way to express our melancholy: poetry.
The strange and mysterious music of the Real Housewives of Atlanta returned last night. These women are so inspiring, they unlock the muse and all her mysteries. The only thing for us to do? Write poetry, of course.
Last night, the sounds coming out of the mouths of the Real Housewives of Atlanta were even more dulcet and beguiling than Kim Zolciak's debut single. There is only one appropriate response to such beauty: poetry.
