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That's a cool line, isn't it?

It comes from the muddle of text below. It's mostly nonsense, but there are some nice lines mashed together if you're willing to read through the whole thing. My favourite is the title up there, which I reckon I'm going to use as a title, and write a story for it. This afternoon, maybe. A small thing. If it's interesting, I'll put it up here. Free fiction.

Anyhow, if you want to create nonsense yourself, the place to go is the Bonsai Story Generator.




The Sound of Their Uniform Was No Humour in America.



I was black padded armour, a group—as a group—as a pistol, nightstick, handcuffs, and I waited for one choice.
It is the good people have the United Nations Laws of automobiles, not respecting that, that I passed The guard tower on the right—the male—climbed into the van.
It had been presented before us, and women dressed in their for one of freedom we’ve got.
Especially in the streets or when to grab the world around seventy percent of the Segregators never said “Well, I’m not pleased.
Then, with an American,” he interrupted.
“Don’t matter their land.” Wayne shook his lips like some folks I know.” I know.” I reached a minor thing, but always less in the right—the male—climbed into a doorway, or murder or—” “I have only one on the Assimilation Centre, Sol Demic’s halls, neon lights swept over my face.
The guard tower on the right—the male—climbed into the van.
It sank and we are you Japanese, but always less in the stumbling trip of black ink that was a group.” “We ain’t done there, boy, and you, and we are you Japanese, but I would never said a slight smile, he approached, reaching down my face and one of the rain, their colour.” “Well, individually, yeah, some folks I am forced to ask myself with no sound beyond the World, must be aware of them.” “We’ve been nothing wrong and we did wrong.” The young clerk stared at him, clearly not respecting that, that you are forced to worry just what impact you are Japanese It was no humour in danger of people envy the right—the male—climbed into my back, propelling me afterward.
“It’s an average day in the world around us.
A lot of it again.
Water ran his hand through his head.
There was no problem with an American,” he ran his head.
There was no problem with an American,” he ran his hand through his head.
There was no resistance.
There was no resistance.
There was no problem with an American,” he whispered the ground alongside the situation.
“Ain’t been fair to have my turn right, my left to deal with, cause we’ve done there, boy, and don’t let me as the Segregators to deal with, cause we’ve done well by most of their uniform was my only a featureless curve and five towers along it.
The court has viewed the van was a barren courtyard surrounded tall concrete walls, and don’t let me when to me from my only crime, and not respecting that, that we’ve got to watch for one of them.” “We’ve been presented before us, and not respecting that, that didn’t open, and when found guilty, I waited for one of people envy the good people envy the remainder of Multiculturalism, a curse— “neighbourhoods.” “Black?” Wayne repeated sternly.
“There’s right “Damn straight,” Lincoln shot back.
“Proud of black ink that weaved along it.
The court has been presented before us, and when I passed as he approached, reaching down to grab the Segregators dug a dour, sagging, sinking past his lips like a curse— “neighbourhoods.” “Black?” Wayne shook his face.
“Yeah, man.
You got to admit it’s something different.
A lot of my feet and we find that not look up around seventy percent of them in some of their uniform was my only crime, and not respecting that, that was a group.” “We ain’t done wrong by them.” “I didn’t do a slight smile, he approached, reaching down to grab the entrance.
I passed.
The trial took three hours, and when I have no alternative than to recommend counseling for one of hate in the streets or murder or—” “I have broken the stumbling trip of Sol Demic that I am forced to worry just those people as a group—as a thing to be in America, not pleased.
Then, with a deep certainty.
“We ain’t been fair to open it.
It sank and I waited for one had said a word, never told me hear you Japanese, but that you I am forced to ask myself just how scared your family are, and they did wrong.” The Judge, a group.” “We ain’t done there, boy, and there was male, the situation.
“Ain’t been presented before us, and when I am forced to worry just those people as a faceless station, misted grey clouds had been one hour since my chains.
The key to grab the loose chain that in here, though.
Next you’ll be ever vigilant against.
The sound of their uniform was no humour in America, not look up around seventy percent of the van entered the only kind of freedom we’ve got.
Especially in some of the Segregators never said the word and it escaped his lips like some folks “But—” “No,” Wayne shook his head.
There was no resistance.
There was no resistance.
There was no alternative than to recommend counseling for everyone in America, not pleased.
Then, with no alternative than fair.” “No,” Wayne repeated sternly.
“There’s right side to admit it’s something different.
A lot of Nationality.
In doing this, you I am forced to ask myself just how scared your flaunting of them.” “We’ve been one hour since my right side to someone of freedom we’ve got.
Especially in the situation.
“Ain’t been more than frightening, and we did not look up around seventy percent of black ink that this fine country hasn’t always had its buildings scraped down to grab the van’s window.
The young clerk stared at me from my limbs together.
Outside the sidewalks where nine foot high drooping lampposts and we are living in America, not just those people born but sterile, and figures of automobiles, not only are you Japanese, but I would never told me to move faster, slapping my position at him, clearly not look up as I have no alternative than fair.” “No,” Wayne shook his lips like some folks I know.” I know.” I have only kind that didn’t open, and not respecting that, that I passed The guard tower on the right—the male—climbed into my ear.




EDIT: Actually, no. I got a better idea than this. Besides, it started to look ugly, so I put it under a cut.