There is always a slight hiss of background static in my mind, perhaps yours as well. I decided to transcribe what came to mind, while ignoring echoes (things that immediately come to mind that are directly related to the preceding phrase). The exceptions to this are the first two lines, which were the seeds of a poem I was thinking up earlier.

Perhaps it is a form of poetry:

sun in your eyes
wide open skies

I’ve got a pepper farm in my mind
so long and thanks for all the fish
brett favre
jungle japes
grave error
dankmoor
chiseled features of his mottled brown maw
crablegs
go-to guy for household
sharp things
tidal waves
somnambulistic
graveyard
dillar a dollar a midnight scholar
chang’d
veritas
fluorine
davy crockett
diggsby
fealty
döner
shell game
trophy wife
delta
standard
carpulate
the gist of the navy, the many
frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn
churlish weasels
the sandlot
tympanic membrane
aldous huxley
sad man
a dirge for your night of scholaring
it makes pancakes
you always knew of the apostrophe
jacob’s disappointment
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