I spent this last week as time permitted in doing Snippets. There is no substitute for having actual words to grab hold of and move into place. Here are a few results, first typed out and then their images below.
405.
No, no. Ten letters I was nine
There are eight fingers and Seven females,
the clue for six Around five o’clock
four hours that three drink orders and
A half breath
two rows behind one silver lining
407.
Yes
She was bowled over by that
outrageously expensive dry-cleaning
but what was money for?
410.
you say it’s me who is come
to an abrupt end cracked in two
upside down across the street?
418.
black coffee
and the deep blue city
and the guy who sold Violet the car.
420.
Those were Certainly
two of the oldest lips
in the music business.
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
These snippets are fun! I’m wondering about the first – is that drunk addition or something else altogether?
The first one just goes to show you what happens when you find one phrase (this time with a number in it) and then you use that to sort of keep the trend going…you never know what will come out!
These remind of the vines. The first one was delightful!
Thank you. Yes, they do resemble vines, coming to that point through a whole different process, but then, when I think about it, maybe not, it’s just that Snippets are clipped out from print and the Vines usually come from things I have overheard or noted down from TV or radio or whatever I might be listening to. Interesting to think about.
Ah right! Didn’t realise.
I think you make a great comparison here, I’m enjoying thinking about the different ways a sort of prompt (via sound or random words in print) can really get my mind going.
The print cut outs I think can be called erasure and/or found poetry. The snatches of conversations – the vines – can be called aleatory poetry, but equally something found.
I find that reusing or being inspired by the found is a theme in my life.
The ‘found’ indeed is inspiring. It also relates to the abstract photos you posted recently. Taking the ordinary out of context gives it extraordinary and new meaning.
Yes, it does, I think. I have wondered if my focus on detail is because of lifelong extreme nearsighted ness and other vision problems that mean I mostly focus on the close up, but…I also think I have always been a person to love detail and dig into things to the ultimate degree I can.
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