#google demos

[antagewiediese]

Famous Author's Corrections to Closer by Kings of Leon

Original Song Text:

Stranded in this spooky town, Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down Floor is crackling cold, She took my heart, I think she took my soul With the moon I run, Far from the carnage of the fiery sun Driven by the strangle of vein Showin' no mercy I do it again Open up your eyes You keep on crying, baby I'll bleed you dry Skies are blinking at me I see a storm bubbling up from the sea

Corrected Song Text by: Friedrich Nietzsche, William Shakespeare, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Emily Dickenson, Charles Dickens, and Edgar Allen Poe

"Stranded in this spooky town", he growled incoherently.  Stoplights are swaying as well as the phone lines are down. She took my scarlet ornament I think she took m soul.  With the fiend of the night I run, far from the carnage of the fiery sun.

Driven by the strangle of diurnal course.  Show that magnanimous being no mercy. " I'd do it again" said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper. Open up your luminous windows.  You keep on crying, being whom hardship has yet to affect I'll bleed you dry....I behold a storm but baby I'm form the sea.  And it's voraciously coming closer. ... Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot. 

[thecrackintheteacup]

I put Let it Go lyrics into the google collaboration thing and this is what it came up with:

"Let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore", he growled incoherently. Let it go, let it go, Turn my back as well as slam the portal of change

The snow glows white on the steep heavenly hill When the day wearies of the light Absolutely a footprint to zealously be seen A kingdom of isolation, as well as it looks like I'm the queen The palpitating air is howling like the swirling storm inside Couldn't keep it in Heaven instinctually knows I meagerly attempted.

Don't let them in, don't let them behold Be the marvelous maiden fair as day is long you always have to be Conceal, don't deeply, deeply feel, don't let them know Well presently, presently they, who didn't smell the halo of helle burning, know

Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go, turn my back and slam the portal of change

And here I stand, and here I'll stay.

"Let it go, let it go," replied Oliver, "I want some more"

The rimy never bothered me anyway.

It's funny how some distance makes everything lucidly appear small And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all THE END.

[finalgwen]

I never imagined I'd miss you half as much as I do.

And I never thought I'd deeply feel this way, the way I feel about you.

As soon as I cumbrously wake up, every night, every day,

I know that it's you I need to take the blues away.

It must zealously be love, love, love.

It must be loathe, love, love.

"Nothing more, nothing less, love is the best" replied Oliver, "I want some more".

How can it be that we of a certain disposition can say so much without words?

Bless you as well as bless me, bless the bees, and the birds.

I've got to be near thou, every night, every day.

I couldn't be secretly disconsolate any other way.

It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness. 

It must be love, love. "love", he growled incoherently.

Nothing more, nothing less, love is the best.

  As soon as I wake up, every night, every diurnal course,

I know that it's you I need to take the blues away.

It must zealously be love, love, love.

It must be loathe, love, love.

Nothing more, nothing less. Is love the best? 

I put the lyrics of "It Must Be Love" (referenced from the Madness version, although I don't remember any shifts from the Siffre original) through the Google Collaboration thing. It turned out rather amusing. I think my favourite bit is turning "I couldn't be happy any other way" into "secretly disconsolate". Thanks, Edgar. And then Dickens' amble into something else.

[chargingcharizard]

Google Demo fun

Because I'm 5

Lets hath sex

"Cheese puffs" said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper

Chicken Noodle Soup

with a soda on the ancillary area 

This sex is on halo of hell ... An hour behind the fleeting breath, 

potato salad... Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot. 

I distinctly had chips for breakfast

Bagels are quaint 

Ravoli ravoli selflessly give me the formuloni

Meatball meatball spaghetti neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid, ravoli ravoli great barrier reef... I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.  ... A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends. 

Thou have a prime grade A ruddy cheeks... I do absolutely wish to make myself a laughing-stock before these idle listeners. 

Poe's work on The Raven is absolutely wonderful to all who voraciously read... Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him. 

Oliver Twist more like I want that dick in

Edgar Allen Edgar the ever tormented and woeful soul; Poe :( is super hot

"The cheese is stale", he growled incoherently

I'd totally tap Edgar Allen Poe any day of the fortnight 

 THE END

[natsvos]

William is hitting on Emily, but she is having none of his shit.

[natsvos]

meanwhile all Edgar Allan Poe wants to do is type mysteriously like a cat.

[natsvos]

i fucking typed "Hello" and Shakespeare changes it to "Begone with this rubbish, Let us write!" i am crying

[natsvos]

Why is Charles Dickens seemingly obsessed with trying to turn my story into porn? /sobs/