Fake entry.

[dolevalan]

So, I recently discovered the Bonsai Story Generator, and had quite a bit of fun playing around with it. The end effect is sort of as if your story was written by Joyce and e.e. cummings while they were both drunk.

But I kind of like it.


Well, well.
Betsy was a redhead, and proud all at the edge of the street for later.
Then he put his waist, and storing the last purse of new money and her legs were long and envy.
I walked into my outer office, standing slowly with a fifteen minute lunch break, Mr.
Sloane.
Arthur looked out the window, watching as his brother emerged onto the street for both of these facts as I walked into my outer office, standing slowly with a shake of these facts as I walked into my outer office, standing slowly with a fifteen minute lunch break, Mr.
Sloane.
Arthur had reports to the last purse of her head.
Even her legs were from 4:45 to file.
He was a shake of habit.
But after a fine looking kid, no doubt about it.
And Danny looked around, but not up, as he traced Danny's progress down the station, duffel slung over his shoulder.
Arthur couldn't help feeling jealous, worried and moved over his shoulder.
Arthur had reports to make their country proud, for later.
Then he put his arm around his waist, and moved over his shoulder.
Arthur couldn't help feeling jealous, worried and proud all at the edge of them.
Arthur couldn't help feeling jealous, worried and strode off confidently toward the way it And Danny would just have to object, out the window, watching as I walked into my outer office, standing slowly with a fifteen minute lunch break, Mr.
Sloane.
Arthur looked out the window, watching as I walked ...