The first 10 phrases...

...to come into my head will be a poem. Entitled "20 Minutes Until I Leave Work, April 26th, 2005"

portals are opening one at a time
the light shines out and breathes in water
drowning is sometimes the right thing to do -
sometimes not, and when you say it I know
the small boat could have carried us all that way
but then I didn't trust it
lighthouses gleam in rhythm
the sea is dancing as the rain comes down
diving below and springing back to air
now I must go to State Street and buy crancheddar

Haha. 2 minutes, 12 seconds elapsed. Mmmmm, it's slightly alarming that something that would seem quasi-deep (in a shallow kind of way) to the unsuspecting reader can be spewed forth at such a rate. Well, except for that last line. I had to throw that in there because A) it's true, and B) that poem needed a bitch slap.