google generated poem (can't say Flarf!) read on the occasion of Kevin Kilroy moving to CHI party/ BBQ...

Like A Cross Between Kilroy And An Orange County Sheriff

Loved grandmother of Laurie, Greg and Allison;
Kimberly who showed up at the local lumberyard
parking lot or hotel lobby meets the streetwise Vicki,
Old coot that he was, Can Kevin Bacon let go of
his predatory past in The Woodsman I’d be willing
To cut him some slack and of course Kilroy was out there
Somewhere probably licking his finger, and his job in the lumberyard
Consists of a variety of cars, paper plant and concrete plant
“Night time in the Switching Yard” is particularly inexplicable
and the physics of God Kilpatrick Kilroy the conventional
wisdom that pre-recorded phone calls the cover
shows Zappa rising out of a pool, like a cross between
Kilroy and an Orange County Sheriff
Has gigantic blue eyes and a pair of enormous Kitty Kilroy
Your mother has this crazy idea that gambling is wrong
To experience life as a thrilling pair of enormous
Yellow Oingoboingo Kilroy said of Bolton
“I’d really like to hear if I’m being a crazy, alienated, adolescent
about this,” you make me crazy President Ford
And your Farmworth Freedom Fighters
The guys from Warp who now run kings, Nick
Kilroy he said, “as if Kilroy was here”
Don’t do that Kitty Kilroy this is just crazy to me
I’m building the wagon in the front yard right now, crazy
For crab, being prudent, wisdom world poker tour
It seems some bimbo flashed her earthbound misfit
Kevin has brought a grave matter to light
And is crazy for Bacon he told the Kansas City Star
“A Georgia deepwoods type of feeling”

...currently listening to Flourescent Rainbow Sampler Mix...