I use speech-to-text (or STT) a lot when I go for walks, in order to record stray thoughts and have them converted automatically into typed-out words, but I guess last night down by the ocean was windier than I thought it was, because this morning when I looked at what had been transcribed, I was greeted by incomprehensible Beat poetry:
At the base of these five, at least five cranes over there would clip us. We’ve got nothing stuck to it. So more gestation over there. We’re trying to track our rails. The birds seem to have had real times. They seem to be trying to do it. And they look more like they are. How about this coming in for a while? It’s like they’re about to go out of the way. They’re going to have an upside down or a little peak up towards the stop. We think they were paid like nothing so much is. More than one plongers or something. It’s something we’ve got to mention here. Neither is going to take the other down. It’s like they want to come at each thing and exercise. They never will. Just for payment. It’s for what? What?
