And then, a meme: The Singing Babelfish
Through AltaVista. Can you guess the song?
(It took some iterations to achieve
A piece of poetry that pleased my ear.
This, simply, went to Japanese and back.)
Comments are public; read them as you wish.
Image of your eye of the coffeehouse and it is blue, the empty, it comes in the distance due to the sort of morning of the silent sunrise. But the night is the cathedral where we verified sign. We others mutual now are associated as a portion of the entire design. Well, me the way I who permit the fact that it does not fall asleep, in you it hears me, and with heat do not do the cirque and the baby you grasp. The water and its earring it possesses the hand of the thing where the rain falls with your ear. Intelligence of your surface denies the number of your years. The finger of the potter and you being strange, the disordered idiot of simple rule, the story which アレンジャー is laughed.
(It took some iterations to achieve
A piece of poetry that pleased my ear.
This, simply, went to Japanese and back.)
Comments are public; read them as you wish.
Image of your eye of the coffeehouse and it is blue, the empty, it comes in the distance due to the sort of morning of the silent sunrise. But the night is the cathedral where we verified sign. We others mutual now are associated as a portion of the entire design. Well, me the way I who permit the fact that it does not fall asleep, in you it hears me, and with heat do not do the cirque and the baby you grasp. The water and its earring it possesses the hand of the thing where the rain falls with your ear. Intelligence of your surface denies the number of your years. The finger of the potter and you being strange, the disordered idiot of simple rule, the story which アレンジャー is laughed.