Songs of the outbreak.
June 11, 2008, 10:05 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: babelfish, cop-outs, songs of the outbreak, translation
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: babelfish, cop-outs, songs of the outbreak, translation
So, this is kind of a cop-out post, but poorly translated text is so endlessly amusing. Here’s my previous post after it was run through Babelfish twice, English to Spanish, then back to English:
Why we thought that the songs of the outbreak are superficial? Why we thought that they do not obtain in exactly what we thought that they must obtain in? We wrote them, after all. We wrote them. WE WROTE THEM. We wrote them. We are average scared to realise what this envelope. He means that we are more ingenuous than we thought, more idealistic than we thought. Sadder and happier than we thought. More in harmony with the other people, million the other people that we thought we are different from, but that is really exactly like us. We are not special. We are the opposite of the special – we are normal. And cójalo, I am going to say the imaginable cheesiest thing – we are special only in a macroeconomic, biological sense: we are special because we shared our very small sensations with others, not because we are aside from others. We are special only as group – because the individuals we are desperate cliched. Since group we only do we shone, if only like certain strange class of experiment in groupthink. Or what. Basically, which I am the proverb is this one: preachiness to a side, we are only possible like unique individuals because alguÌ individual n at random next to us thinks that we are. If it did not exist, we would be just as banal as we thought secretly that we are. It so thanks for its man. Especially if you live in NY, because that man seated probably the thigh-to-thigh with you in the subterranean this morning. Although he could hardly have closed the legs a little. Hybrid.
NEGATION: I can or I cannot have been drunk/that listens to the “man in the mirror” with rasgones which they flow underneath my face/which they accidentally fall a wine glass in the head of Ryan when I wrote this. Apparently when I am in that condition I sound like the individual of of hi-fi.
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