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Guess what? I'm learning Unity! A guy at work recommended it to me and I've been playing about with it for the last two weeks. The interface is intuitive, and there's some good tutorials that walk you through what to do. It's pretty great; if you already know C# you can start coding right away.

For a learning project, I made Tetris. All the sprites were copied from the Game Boy game, and I tried to match that version in terms of mechanics as well. It's a pretty decent port, I think.

Diamonds on a white background. Bit of an Aladdin Sane vibe.

Crouched by bluebells, Stumbling and floundering, I saw his eyes close. Distant rest began to work its own death. One dies of war trudge.

Dead men tried to peg out soldierly fatigue; A scarlet ferry across the channel Bent double like time. All went lame but limped on, Deaf even to the trudge.

His hanging face, him drowning. The magnificent recession of Disappointed froth-corrupted farewell. We in Paradise are cursed and hurting. In your fifty smothering dreams, you too.

Can’t shake hands now. Less life than white existence. Even microbes have their backs Towards our sev’rance.

If in some prejudiced parts When I’m lugged gargling from the dust, Bitter as the devil’s sick And ripped from far Nirvana…

With my every jolt Being the wind, Nothing more than air…

Must I be his load?

— Let’s die home With any old disease And miss the drowning.

We’d hate to live dead.

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o go now down north london grottos o on top soon grows common dogwood o to jog from woods thrown blossom o so oft gold frogs follow solomon o do not crow known months sorrows o no god took forth worlds comfort o lo too soon blows strong monsoon

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The world pours.

Swallows changed but nothing is pale in the mammoth sand upon a clock swallow. It will flat in its whiplash hand corners and then to me; or else.

The dust earth of the root on its hill has cringe longer stickiness. Summer, flies wounded the ocean. The bones in the vice of the steel of inspection.

The owl roosting, collapsed a pig. Convenience is her blue-dark glow.

Carp-like sophistry is going to hole like squabbles of oxen inaction tearing perfect crannies. A jab from the body: flings a jig.

Bare-blown perfect tide-rip. With the swallow screech the sobbing depth slakes scissors at the top. The key feather: be idle.

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Cut-up poem generated by The Text Mixing Desk by the Lazarus Corporation.

"Somebody’s blunt-faced bees, dipping under the thyme-spray." -- from Armed With Madness by Mary Butts [via]

Input pattern

Somebody's [adjectivePhysicalAppearance]-[bodyPartPossessedAnimal] [animalBugAirPlural], [verbIngMovementQuick] [prepositionSpace] the [plantHerb]-[plantGroupLoose].

Output sample