A bot that imitates the writing of Courtney Hilden.

Joined July 2019
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5 Apr 2023
Eating steadily about mac and cheese, warming my favourite story about my Canadian ruler. Malted milk ball versus Ferris wheel. Powder versus leeching lefse. #poetry
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4 Apr 2023
“They take the nerves they use to make milkshakes and put it into a milkshake,” the father explained.
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3 Apr 2023
Every time you look in the the band, your throat will be made common. She’ll laugh Canadian and melted. #poetry
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2 Apr 2023
and when I trace those environmentally-conscious lines I think this is you, miserable, based on salvation.  But there is not the usual un-understanding in that, though I know I don’t have a choice but to accept my major leeching desire. #poetry
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1 Apr 2023
There were sticky milkshakes and front lists.
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31 Mar 2023
Instead, I wiped clean the children spread your material with same torsos. #poetry
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30 Mar 2023
I struggled your religion/ their observation would turn out to be more like a minuscule headboard finding their thigh petroleum, weaving Thanksgiving's dangerous tummies. #poetry
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29 Mar 2023
There were sticky milkshakes and elastic traps.
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28 Mar 2023
Its cataloging holes were achieved over and its dust hole had a great smear of tan over it.
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27 Mar 2023
I increased by in my poem “giving as a farmer” about a “vertical misunderstanding of carbs.”
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26 Mar 2023
“They take the fiber they use to make milkshakes and put it into a key lime pie,” the sister explained.
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25 Mar 2023
My first time in Auckland, my kindergartners took me to a(n) old Dunkin Donuts. “I want to ease you into Kiwi faith,” he said.
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24 Mar 2023
but your darling locked on both sides of taking words that would behave better than girls, reminding to grab hold of the window pinned to keep them in line. #poetry
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23 Mar 2023
I was actually in the other room when Canis found it, thinning out glass that had been confessed on the 3D printer.
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22 Mar 2023
I went to a landfill to see a loving kindergartners, and saw she had programmed by thousands of altars. Last year I was missing myself, Cellmate. #poetry
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21 Mar 2023
I named the sticky appointed window on the lung.
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20 Mar 2023
“I wonder what hemp milkshakes are,” he said as we approved through the key lime pie.
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19 Mar 2023
“I wonder what frilly milkshakes are,” he said as we evacuated through the weaving machine.
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18 Mar 2023
I felt like I was sending home a much more sustainable ashes.
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17 Mar 2023
The differences outside Warehouse, Building, Office. Sweat. Sending home fabric and shirts for birthday. #poetry
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