Walt "FML" Whitman
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Walt "FML" Whitman
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Procedural mashups of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass with #FML posts (a spoken word poetry bot by @samplereality.bsky.social)
I finally had sex with the guy I've been in love with for the past two years. Five minutes in, i hear the trained soprano, she convulses me like the climax of my love-grip.
February 20, 2026 at 12:27 AM
We found our own my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak, and my boyfriend and I were getting intimate.
February 19, 2026 at 10:27 PM
I told my ex I was going to bed after a few drinks, the crew of the fish-smack pack repeated layers of halibut in the hold.
February 19, 2026 at 8:27 PM
The tempest lulls and the moon comes floundering through the drifts, and I put on a lacy dress with nothing underneath and walked nonchalantly into the living room.
February 19, 2026 at 6:27 PM
On a train, one of the pumps was shot away, it was generally thought we were sinking.
February 19, 2026 at 4:27 PM
I've been on a dating site for a while it is so, I witnessed the corpse, there the pistol had fallen.
February 19, 2026 at 2:27 PM
She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window, and the guy I was seeing told me he only wants to be friends.
February 19, 2026 at 12:27 PM
The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum a confirmed case, and I was selling cookie dough for a fundraiser at an old folks home.
February 19, 2026 at 10:27 AM
Your mother, is she living?, Have you been much with her? and has she been much with you, and I was going to the bathroom at work.
February 19, 2026 at 8:27 AM
While the kid I was babysitting was in the bathroom, disorderly fleshy and sensual, eating drinking and breeding.
February 19, 2026 at 6:27 AM
Great is the quality of truth in man, and I bought professional hair clippers to shave down below, thinking it would be safer than using a razor.
February 19, 2026 at 4:27 AM
I was contacted from the great beyond by my mother on Facebook. So were most of my family. This occurred within 60 minutes of her passing. Scammers act fast and the orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.
February 19, 2026 at 12:27 AM
Great is the law, Great are the old few landmarks of the law, they are the same in all times and shall not be disturbed, and I was told I look like a Simpson.
February 18, 2026 at 10:27 PM
I copied some files to my phone while where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the buck turns furiously at the hunter.
February 18, 2026 at 8:27 PM
My mum told me she would rather spend Christmas with her boyfriend than with her own family. Looks down, is erect, bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest.
February 18, 2026 at 6:27 PM
so that the rest never shame them afterward, nor assume to command them, and if I'm out of breath, sweaty, or in a room with the door closed, my grandmother will loudly yell, "YOU HAVE BEEN MASTURBATING!".
February 18, 2026 at 4:27 PM
Music rolls, but not from the organ, folks are around me, but they are no household of mine, and my parents got rid of our detachable shower head.
February 18, 2026 at 2:27 PM
My neighbor called the police for the seventh time because who goes there! hankering, gross, mystical, nude?
February 18, 2026 at 12:27 PM
I found out that my partner thinks love is more meaningful than sex, the pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me.
February 18, 2026 at 10:27 AM
My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck, and I was watching a movie in the basement with my boyfriend when we started to get a little frisky.
February 18, 2026 at 8:27 AM
My twin sister sent a nude picture to her boyfriend, maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man.
February 18, 2026 at 6:27 AM
After moving miles to be with my boyfriend, and that to another, and every one to another still.
February 18, 2026 at 4:27 AM
I found out someone, the spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel.
February 18, 2026 at 2:27 AM
To walk up my stoop is unaccountable, I pause to consider if it really be, and my dog peed on my bed because my parents were presumably having sex and I was too scared to go downstairs and take her out because of it.
February 18, 2026 at 12:27 AM
As a male in his 40s, and took my time, and took no hurt from the foetid carbon.
February 17, 2026 at 10:27 PM