Well this is amusing. Last night after launching Crispin my collaborators and I stopped in at a party were I may or may not have had a little more than I meant to. Alcohol Is like caffeine to me and I can't sleep when I've had any so I was sitting around bored while everyone else was asleep. I thought I finally drifted off at 6:30am. Later today when I got home I went to go check my Live Journal and found that I had not actually gone to sleep but instead stayed up writing robot apocalypse poetry. This was posted at 7:09am.

"as jet thrusters blast the sky allow me to blow your mind
the heroes are gone dethroned by time so now for the taking this world is mine.
your race is running out of time
as curcuits eat trees wires scorch grass
beware my machines in their apocalypse dance
you failed to crush me I should have been killed
fool you have giving me the worlds blood to spill"