Playing with the Random Text Generator
The lovely missblackmurder introduced me to this random text generator site that spits out random phrases from your journal weaved into a short passage. Here's an example:
I. Head to remove it for me.” My words must have been hit on by Lussuria. Okay, maybe in my chair. “I mean, our families knew each other, and my state Florida have all voted to approve the definition of marriage as a hobby. When questioned why he decided to try Dino x Hibari and gives him no choice but to push Hibari away. But Hibari is silent as his hand to me. I handed him two water guns. “We’ll use these to fend off the journals of istrill and cleartempest
Moral of the story: marriage is a hobby. Hope you guys (istrill and cleartempest) are prepared for water gun attacks.
Contents of this entry:
* PoT/KHR/whale orgy
* Random Ryo18...literally
* Dolphins like rainbows and sunshine and sparkles
* Vongola orgy
II. Fingers swiftly unbutton the Storm Guardian’s white neck and sending jaws to the pinkness, tells him that Gokudera-san is an arrogant, discourteous, foul-mouthed person who can save you,” he said sternly, “Is it because there are nerdier people. Trust me,” said Shiraishi, “Did you hear about that?” “Shuu-er, Fuji told me,” Shiraishi said. The other man’s eyes sparkled with devilish interest, and Shiraishi at the whale. Then back at Dino again. “What the fuck do you think it’s time to finally say that to you, your Family, your enemies, or even civilians.” Poor Sawada.
Ooooh, Gokudera/Shiraishi/whale/Dino/Tsuna.
III. “I was just standing there with hands in mock surrender. “I’m weaponless.” “So that means…” Quick footsteps sounded behind us. “Ah, it’s the thrill of successfully coercing Hibari to the floor that he would make up an elaborate death story to tell him. He wanted to make fun of you of Fuji and Atobe?” “I know it sounds stupid…” “Like hell it does!” burst out Yukimura. “If you’re able to play tennis with some four-lettered words, Gokudera leans forward, swipes a finger across random pieces of furniture to inspect for dust (of course there was no avoiding it.
The thrill of successfully coercing Hibari to the floor sounds hot. And so does playing tennis with four-lettered words.
IV. As if he’s reading his mind, Hibari responds, “as long as you want to do to inspire sunshiny joy into his plane and returns with a funny (perhaps burnt) smell -- maybe it's supposed to meet?” asked Shiraishi. “They’ll come later. But right now we’re waiting for Ivan and the chilling clink of the driver’s side and walked back to reality - once in awhile, you’d know that he’s falling for Ryohei (because such romantic concepts are for weaklings) - it’s annoying. The only reason for Hibari’s presence is the president. Scars Club president
Hee, hee. If even the Gods of Randomness support Ryo18, you should, too.
V. The score this time around was Us: 587 Them: -251 The opponents? A pack of herbivores, but… Gokudera unfastens his seat belt and leans over to the boat. “See how happy the dolphin is to see rainbows and sunshine and sparkles.” He wistfully tucks a lock of hair behind Hibari’s ear. “I just happened to pick up the match with the suited man sitting in a bed that turned cold when Ryohei asks him, after straightening his aforementioned tie, if he truly wanted to bombard him with “extreme” stories about his bringing lots of gifts
Don't really know what to say to this one, but it makes me so happy. XD
VI. “H-hayato?” He closes his eyes at Dino again. “What the hell are you so pissed about? It’s my fault and I’m already regretting adding the poisonous ingredient in the world for you , he silently adds. “That’s good to hear,” Gokudera nods. Turning to Tsuna, he continues, “I guess…I was just testing my muscles.” “Geez…” Hibari leans forward, pressing his lips and absentmindedly rolls a cigarette between his legs. Maybe this is Yamamoto Takeshi." He motions to Yamamoto. “Ahahaha…I guess it’s my turn, huh? I guess red’s your favorite
*brain malfunctions*
I. Head to remove it for me.” My words must have been hit on by Lussuria. Okay, maybe in my chair. “I mean, our families knew each other, and my state Florida have all voted to approve the definition of marriage as a hobby. When questioned why he decided to try Dino x Hibari and gives him no choice but to push Hibari away. But Hibari is silent as his hand to me. I handed him two water guns. “We’ll use these to fend off the journals of istrill and cleartempest
Moral of the story: marriage is a hobby. Hope you guys (istrill and cleartempest) are prepared for water gun attacks.
Contents of this entry:
* PoT/KHR/whale orgy
* Random Ryo18...literally
* Dolphins like rainbows and sunshine and sparkles
* Vongola orgy
II. Fingers swiftly unbutton the Storm Guardian’s white neck and sending jaws to the pinkness, tells him that Gokudera-san is an arrogant, discourteous, foul-mouthed person who can save you,” he said sternly, “Is it because there are nerdier people. Trust me,” said Shiraishi, “Did you hear about that?” “Shuu-er, Fuji told me,” Shiraishi said. The other man’s eyes sparkled with devilish interest, and Shiraishi at the whale. Then back at Dino again. “What the fuck do you think it’s time to finally say that to you, your Family, your enemies, or even civilians.” Poor Sawada.
Ooooh, Gokudera/Shiraishi/whale/Dino/Tsuna.
III. “I was just standing there with hands in mock surrender. “I’m weaponless.” “So that means…” Quick footsteps sounded behind us. “Ah, it’s the thrill of successfully coercing Hibari to the floor that he would make up an elaborate death story to tell him. He wanted to make fun of you of Fuji and Atobe?” “I know it sounds stupid…” “Like hell it does!” burst out Yukimura. “If you’re able to play tennis with some four-lettered words, Gokudera leans forward, swipes a finger across random pieces of furniture to inspect for dust (of course there was no avoiding it.
The thrill of successfully coercing Hibari to the floor sounds hot. And so does playing tennis with four-lettered words.
IV. As if he’s reading his mind, Hibari responds, “as long as you want to do to inspire sunshiny joy into his plane and returns with a funny (perhaps burnt) smell -- maybe it's supposed to meet?” asked Shiraishi. “They’ll come later. But right now we’re waiting for Ivan and the chilling clink of the driver’s side and walked back to reality - once in awhile, you’d know that he’s falling for Ryohei (because such romantic concepts are for weaklings) - it’s annoying. The only reason for Hibari’s presence is the president. Scars Club president
Hee, hee. If even the Gods of Randomness support Ryo18, you should, too.
V. The score this time around was Us: 587 Them: -251 The opponents? A pack of herbivores, but… Gokudera unfastens his seat belt and leans over to the boat. “See how happy the dolphin is to see rainbows and sunshine and sparkles.” He wistfully tucks a lock of hair behind Hibari’s ear. “I just happened to pick up the match with the suited man sitting in a bed that turned cold when Ryohei asks him, after straightening his aforementioned tie, if he truly wanted to bombard him with “extreme” stories about his bringing lots of gifts
Don't really know what to say to this one, but it makes me so happy. XD
VI. “H-hayato?” He closes his eyes at Dino again. “What the hell are you so pissed about? It’s my fault and I’m already regretting adding the poisonous ingredient in the world for you , he silently adds. “That’s good to hear,” Gokudera nods. Turning to Tsuna, he continues, “I guess…I was just testing my muscles.” “Geez…” Hibari leans forward, pressing his lips and absentmindedly rolls a cigarette between his legs. Maybe this is Yamamoto Takeshi." He motions to Yamamoto. “Ahahaha…I guess it’s my turn, huh? I guess red’s your favorite
*brain malfunctions*