poking through old files is fun, and meaningless
To the best of my recollection, this was some sort of Oulipo experiment where, during Naropa's Summer Writing Program in 2000 or 2001, either for a course on the rhetoric of madness with Brian Evenson or a course on experimental poetry mashup techniques with Laura Mullen, I intentionally wrote a somewhat bad / clichéd cyberpunky paragraph, then ran it through translation software into French and then back into English.
Here's what came back out:
We finish the reverse of passion, every day. My love for your perverse interior fluidity is the same love that I carry, caustic and enshrouded, for mountains, dogs of the tofu, sheets of silk, and the plug that put therefore to level in my longata of the medulla I can stop dreaming of life and to dream, instead, of androids! Metal twisted clear brightness! I am annulled while pumping it bionic, the metronomic and curlings of the autonimic, the rock of metal that girds on my heart and soul...be you replicant or mess up, unpleasant robot - you are the love that I carry in my cleft nerves and arteries coagulated.
I remember how Brian discussed how he'd gone through a period where he intentionally tried to write in a way that it felt like his material had come from a different language. (He's an accomplished translator and I think he meant that he was trying to write like books from the Dalkey Archive even though he was both starting and ending in English.) Laura Mullen, despite how I was heading back toward more traditional shapes and forms and she sort of blew my mind or at least stuck my head in a blender, was very into para-citing texts by using strange or evocative texts to launch into cut-ups and the like.
Regardless of which class it was for, I bet both were in my mind, a decade ago, when I had a hand in creating this horrible gibberish that I am now deleting from my hard drive and leaving to float in the ethers. I presume both William S. Burroughs and Philip K. Dick, maybe even Kathy Acker, were rattling through my head when I wrote whatever the original pre-translated version was and I'm glad to see that I was obsessed with tofu even back then. Even if the future's not shiny, I bet we'll have genetically-modified paste made from soybeans.