And it buys a staircase with the sky.
Nov. 21st, 2005 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonAfter being stuck on the latest assignment for almost a week, I just based my latest story on the time I had to feed blue's kitties last summer. That was so fucked up already, I just made the narrator have a slight case of Tourette's and I was home free. One thing I must say for my friends: they make sure that I'm traumatized often enough to never quite run out of story fodder. And one thing I must say for hard cider: it does make writing a lot easier. *grins*
I couldn't resist this meme... as always when I play with Babelfish or whatever, a few of the lines are strangely evocative.
An injury which has surely all those, gives it is a gold sparkles
and it buys a staircase with the sky.
For if it stops there, what? it, if all the memories are closed,
with a word which can receive it that it came.
Of Ooh, ooh and they buy a staircase with the sky.
There is however surely it makes a sign on the wall,
its, because you know, yes? sometimes of words two importances to have.
In a tree by all sometimes the brook, a bird of song which sings,
of our thoughts misgiven has there.
It forms of Ooh, me miracle,
of Ooh, forms to me miracle to him.
There is feeling which I receive, if I look in the west,
and my spirit to walk for the abandonment.
In my thoughts, I saw the rings of smoke by trees
and the voices of those which are looking at.
It form of Ooh and me miracle, of Ooh,
form to really me miracle.
And it becomes yes? soon flustered,
if us all the call the melody
Piper going to conclude us then.
And a new day comes for those which are a long time
and woods echo with of laughter.
If it is not Geschaftigkeit precipitated in their hedgerow, alarm now has,
it is to you there precisely maiden which is clean for May Queen.
There are two manners, passes can to you,
but in the long run the calm time ago which is put in circuit too at of street walking you.
It forms and me miracle.
Your head whirrs and it does not go; if you do not know,
Pfeifers which calls you, to connect him.
Dear injury, you can roast the wind with hearing
and you knew your stairs on the wind whispering.
And wander us on to the bottom stret
let us roll up our shades which are more higher that our heart,
goes, there an injury us that all know,
with which light light glints and would show
how all still turns to gold.
And if you very strongly come hear,
the melody with you finally.
If all are, all is one and to be a rock and not to roll.
And it buys a staircase with the sky.
I couldn't resist this meme... as always when I play with Babelfish or whatever, a few of the lines are strangely evocative.
An injury which has surely all those, gives it is a gold sparkles
and it buys a staircase with the sky.
For if it stops there, what? it, if all the memories are closed,
with a word which can receive it that it came.
Of Ooh, ooh and they buy a staircase with the sky.
There is however surely it makes a sign on the wall,
its, because you know, yes? sometimes of words two importances to have.
In a tree by all sometimes the brook, a bird of song which sings,
of our thoughts misgiven has there.
It forms of Ooh, me miracle,
of Ooh, forms to me miracle to him.
There is feeling which I receive, if I look in the west,
and my spirit to walk for the abandonment.
In my thoughts, I saw the rings of smoke by trees
and the voices of those which are looking at.
It form of Ooh and me miracle, of Ooh,
form to really me miracle.
And it becomes yes? soon flustered,
if us all the call the melody
Piper going to conclude us then.
And a new day comes for those which are a long time
and woods echo with of laughter.
If it is not Geschaftigkeit precipitated in their hedgerow, alarm now has,
it is to you there precisely maiden which is clean for May Queen.
There are two manners, passes can to you,
but in the long run the calm time ago which is put in circuit too at of street walking you.
It forms and me miracle.
Your head whirrs and it does not go; if you do not know,
Pfeifers which calls you, to connect him.
Dear injury, you can roast the wind with hearing
and you knew your stairs on the wind whispering.
And wander us on to the bottom stret
let us roll up our shades which are more higher that our heart,
goes, there an injury us that all know,
with which light light glints and would show
how all still turns to gold.
And if you very strongly come hear,
the melody with you finally.
If all are, all is one and to be a rock and not to roll.
And it buys a staircase with the sky.
