Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Project 3...part 3

Story written with cut up spell check then translated through 4 languages:

She believes a good set of the same day she went in demoralizing way. The birds were alive with joy, and she was ashamed of feeling as bad as they did. Sunday at the time and was feeling bad now, just how to throw her a pity party. It was good that they want to feel better. Half of her self-disgust and display life Santayana only thread that I forgot to look dangerous rabbits were on the horizon. Secondly, that the time Come spaying attention in the yeses and bit her brain. She did not die because they threw him out of it and run, but it went on the road, they came inches in the middle of his escape from the forest, hips, and in the body. Finally they found a cave, where they fled in two escaped heavy rain, which began shattered open wounds. Unfortunately, or fortunately for the cave was finally abandoned. This Anteater waited for their friends to join the tea party, proteins and genotype. As these interesting creatures in the forest. She was impressed at first, but then fell to freeze its damage from rabbits. In the Anteater was brazened because it is so in love tea parties, and he does not want anything to slow. Because he was pushing then have been adapted for other animals to go with his friends arrived and persuaded him against it. She refused to help her because they also pestered on rabbits exile who lives in the forest. They decided to name the mother owl, who lived nearby, and they came. At first glance, a girl who saw it as isocyanate's, since most people. In order to ensure that they are still alive at raccoon said it hit in the head, legs and stomach, that if he moved. He did it and there was no movement, so that all negotiations officer died, and it would be good fertilizer for their crops, it is that summer soon. In proteins rubbed his hands together just thinking about all those beautiful flowers rotting flesh will do. When she awoke from the beginning and corporatism tea against the protein perspective of the cave. In the Anteater angry and threw his arms attaints pubescent animals, and ultimately she was dead. End.

1 comment:

Sandy Baldwin said...

Was was the start of this? Was it a story you wrote? Either way, there's a kind of wonderful mythic and mysterious quality to this. "This Anteater waited for their friends to join the tea party, proteins and genotype." I'm interested to hear what relation you see to the original. Also, how do you read this? Is it readable as a story, do you think?