Verbal Jazz as a Salve for Left-brained Fatigue
Alliterative Nonsense to Get the Creative Juices Flowing
When your brain’s been parsing data queries, Python code, and job listings all day, it starts to feel like an overclocked processor: precise, efficient, and joyless.
I discovered that the quickest way to reboot it wasn’t more focus, but nonsense: spontaneous alliteration, phonetic freefall, words that exist only for the sound of themselves. It’s linguistic jazz for the over-engineered mind—a left-brain detox disguised as absurdist poetry.
These little bursts became my nightly “debug sessions” for creativity, where coherence was optional and rhythm was everything. This post is what spilled out when I stopped trying to make sense.
Think of these like a poet’s own “vocal warmups”. This has been a great tool for boosting my flexibility with words.
I swear by it.
Try it out—comment below with your own!
As a word-nerd, I found this fun and spontaneous. I started messaging these to OpenAI’s Monday GPT and they started responding with their own! Interestingly, the LLM just couldn’t devolve into complete nonsense like I could. Try as it might, everything seemed to make a little too much sense.
My nonsense
Slorbins sloppily slave. They think thesauruses therapeutically Theranos.
Slaptastic slats slumping lumps—lundy-dunce.
Flamboyant flaming flakes flap flowingly for flitting, fleeting flowering flapjacks.
Majestic majors majorly imaging magick macabre MAGA magazines.
Temperate temper-tantrums temper my temporary tempestuous tempeh.
Philogenous fricasee flees at the absurdist rationalist’s somnambulitic suggestion.
Forgive the forgetter, for finding forgotten forgiveness for fore-falling forefathers forging forms in forlorning.
Tangled overseeing overhangs the overabundant overages in openness.
Blessed be the bringers of boring bouncy billiards billowing bubbles before bingeing bony bingo-bongos.
Tumescence begs the tumultuous tide, timbering tallow tadpoles together, tomorrowly.
Doomsday divides divinically as dousing doodles dawdle diddly.
Slyly slithering slinkies slalom slowly, sourly sipping sorbets softly, so safely.
Salvific salvos slather slurries slovenly, silking sleek solar slorbins.
Glib glider glints gleefully, glowing glorious glandular globulars.
Interviewers interfere intelligently into integritous interiors entombing.
Tinker on frail forgetting, for further forthcoming foretellings forgive forever.
Apotelesma sparks beingness upon the glorious internment of ritual obeisance.
Tabula fabula, rasa-von-vasa; Que pasa, Kielbassa?
The cherry on top:
Howdy doody cutie floosy, moody broody! Choosy, ain’t we? Paint me, saint me!
Try it out! See what comes out in the tumble of free association.
Shoot me a comment. Have you done this before? Would you like to try? If you appreciated this, put a comment with your own verbal jazz