Invisible Lunatic

[NoJo]

Part of my story "Who The Fuck Are You, Anyway", translated by Google Translate into Italian, and back into English.


With an emotion, Tim has noticed one ink of the sorrow in its voice.

It has listened and it felt Sarah and to laugh of the driver. Bleeding Flirt. It has appeared on the advanced platform. Incredible its labbri have separated in a smile as it has seen it. He has known that every man on the platform staring, envying has been based down close he.

“Hello! „

“Hello, Sarah! We do not have to continue to come to contact like this, people we will communicate! „

That scent! It has thought its tap to strotolare in its pants. It has hoped that he was not remarkable.

 

[rgraham666]

"Do not run! We are your friends." As the Martians flatten Las Vegas.

On of my favourite scenes in Mars Attacks.

 

[cantdog]

Hilarious! I love this kinda shit. Translators have such a mean ass difficult job, but the programs are not up to it yet. I'm personally amazed that they do this well.

I think some of the instructions for assembly suffer from this same effect...

 

[Recidiva]

I just tried Babelfish on mine. Disappointed. It came out the same.

 

[oggbashan]

An episode...

This is an extract from a continuing story in a Yahoo Group:

Go now, and fetchus what your father asked for. I walked on between the two fire-spewing batteries. She looked at mefull of fear, and her lips trembled. The judge was so deeply affected that hesuffered a stroke and died before the week was out. In Germany he was conscriptedfor the army and served in many campaigns in which he lost his health. And here I lie, sick inbody and in soul, unable to give comfort or aid. Lord Jesus forbid that he should have such power over Christian folk,I replied. On a chair at the head ofthe bed hung the telltale green robe. For life is to these people more than anything else a journey. In the same instant the man opened the shutters of two large,light blue, merry and lively eyes. But if a travelling glazierhas three wives, it is quite rightly called lewd conduct. Lord Jesus forbid that he should have such power over Christian folk,I replied. If you can evolve any plan of escape, I promise to shut myeyes and keep silence. If onlymy brother were here now, then I know we should succeed. But before I end this Introduction I must add a few words ofexplanation. Heaverted his face, but stretched forth his hand to me. What happened tohim afterwards, or how he came to be buried in my garden, I do not know. At last I caught sight of the topsof some scrubby willows and a pale green strip in the heather. May God strengthen me,miserable creature that I am! May it not be long, for I am wearied of thislife and ready for death. If this trial is concluded, then weboth know that your fathers life is forfeited. But if a travelling glazierhas three wives, it is quite rightly called lewd conduct. Asfor me, I was utterly astounded and full of misgivings. Their testimony,therefore, coincided with that of the widow and her daughter. No more than the binding shows of a book. Now the last witnesses had just testified that they saw thepastor carrying a sack from the woods. At this she was exceeding happy, and kissed me many times.

I think that something has been lost in translation.

Og

 

[NoJo]

BTW The thread title comes from the apocryphal transation into Russian of the phrase "Out of Sight, Out of Mind".

 

[NoJo]

Sometimes, the translation actually improves the sex scenes:


He smeared it with his fingers and thrust his middle asshole fingers up her now slippery.

mmmm

 

[impressive]

This is an extract from a continuing story in a Yahoo Group:

Go now, and fetchus what your father asked for. I walked on between the two fire-spewing batteries. She looked at mefull of fear, and her lips trembled. The judge was so deeply affected that hesuffered a stroke and died before the week was out. In Germany he was conscriptedfor the army and served in many campaigns in which he lost his health. And here I lie, sick inbody and in soul, unable to give comfort or aid. Lord Jesus forbid that he should have such power over Christian folk,I replied. On a chair at the head ofthe bed hung the telltale green robe. For life is to these people more than anything else a journey. In the same instant the man opened the shutters of two large,light blue, merry and lively eyes. But if a travelling glazierhas three wives, it is quite rightly called lewd conduct. Lord Jesus forbid that he should have such power over Christian folk,I replied. If you can evolve any plan of escape, I promise to shut myeyes and keep silence. If onlymy brother were here now, then I know we should succeed. But before I end this Introduction I must add a few words ofexplanation. Heaverted his face, but stretched forth his hand to me. What happened tohim afterwards, or how he came to be buried in my garden, I do not know. At last I caught sight of the topsof some scrubby willows and a pale green strip in the heather. May God strengthen me,miserable creature that I am! May it not be long, for I am wearied of thislife and ready for death. If this trial is concluded, then weboth know that your fathers life is forfeited. But if a travelling glazierhas three wives, it is quite rightly called lewd conduct. Asfor me, I was utterly astounded and full of misgivings. Their testimony,therefore, coincided with that of the widow and her daughter. No more than the binding shows of a book. Now the last witnesses had just testified that they saw thepastor carrying a sack from the woods. At this she was exceeding happy, and kissed me many times.

I think that something has been lost in translation.

Og

I think "fetchus" should be a real word.

 

[Aurora Black]

Mmm, tacos...

Part of "Taste of Mint" translated into Spanish and back via Babelfish:

Mmm, condón. An invention that can be overcome back thousands of years. A so very small article, yet revolutionary that it was done of the materials that extended of the linen to lambskin before finally to move ignition to the rubber.

But I am not thinking about anyone of that as I push you you swallow on my black leather sofa, kissing to him yet hungry. Desire devour him. My love, I have wished him for so of length. A little while very small volume and I admire the pretty picture that you do. Its brown gold eyes that flash with desire in the dévil light, its separated red hair towards outside underneath you, creating a showy leaf against the black. The ardent locks say aloud to me; you do the burn to me.

Jam my together thighs whereas the heat wet among them intensifies. I fixedly continue watching you, asking itself how you handled to obtain so quickly underneath my skin. Surprised that in both months that we have ourselves been seeing, you one worked so totally in my thoughts, my heart. Doing shaken to me and returned at night as it imagined the hands, the lips and the tongue-piece to me caressing to me everything on my body. Doing shout to me outside its name as I came hardly against my fingers, noisily enough so that all the neighbors hear. I did not give a curse, because he could not think about everything except my necessity of you. The fingers and the toys are not more of length enough; I cannot wait for more. Desire its hammer.

WTF?

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

Part of "Taste of Mint" translated into Spanish and back via Babelfish:

Mmm, condón. An invention that can be overcome back thousands of years. A so very small article, yet revolutionary that it was done of the materials that extended of the linen to lambskin before finally to move ignition to the rubber.

But I am not thinking about anyone of that as I push you you swallow on my black leather sofa, kissing to him yet hungry. Desire devour him. My love, I have wished him for so of length. A little while very small volume and I admire the pretty picture that you do. Its brown gold eyes that flash with desire in the dévil light, its separated red hair towards outside underneath you, creating a showy leaf against the black. The ardent locks say aloud to me; you do the burn to me.

Jam my together thighs whereas the heat wet among them intensifies. I fixedly continue watching you, asking itself how you handled to obtain so quickly underneath my skin. Surprised that in both months that we have ourselves been seeing, you one worked so totally in my thoughts, my heart. Doing shaken to me and returned at night as it imagined the hands, the lips and the tongue-piece to me caressing to me everything on my body. Doing shout to me outside its name as I came hardly against my fingers, noisily enough so that all the neighbors hear. I did not give a curse, because he could not think about everything except my necessity of you. The fingers and the toys are not more of length enough; I cannot wait for more. Desire its hammer.

WTF?

That's BLAZING HOT, Aurora. But... umm... What's a "tongue-piece"?

 

[Aurora Black]

That's BLAZING HOT, Aurora. But... umm... What's a "tongue-piece"?

What the fuck is "Desire its hammer"? I was talking about a cock, damn it!

 

[Guest]

Sometimes, the translation actually improves the sex scenes:


He smeared it with his fingers and thrust his middle asshole fingers up her now slippery.

mmmm

the visual made me sputter corona on my keyboard. LOL
thanks joe...im sending you a bill for the keyboard

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

the visual made me sputter corona on my keyboard. LOL
thanks joe...im sending you a bill for the keyboard

That will teach you not to drink while driving on the information highway.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[Guest]

That will teach you not to drink while driving on the information highway.

Rumple Foreskin

ill cum along quietly, oscificer.

 

[FallingToFly]

Fearless, from Italian to English

“Laura! Come down, he comes down I pray give! „He has turned and observed behind me, its smile a mezzaluna of moonlight bad, its hats he gilds you that they go to the drift behind she in a silver mosaic and the dusk.

Fearless and clear on its feet, rivoltata, its feet knots white men against the solid nerezza of the member of the old oak. My voice has echoed through the wood, still the way, night creatures who there are rises in feet of Hush disowned well. I have had to Crane my neck in order to observe it in on, thinking the ustione in my neck and shoulders while it has polished over me like one star.

“Caleb, preoccupied too much, „she has laughed, dancing ahead and behind through the light sheet-filtered pale and. It has made one piroetta perfect and a walkover posterior, long denim-plated its piedini limned in silver, the joy and the life in every line of she. Its laughter has threaded the relative sense through the trees in a tape breathless, twisting the nodes around to my tightened heart more. I have watched, mine bride fairy, my heart and spirit, all that you estimated in the world that ice-skate following one thin line of of wood and whimsy. Closed the my eyes and have not seen its fall.

---

They have not gone to the funeral. As its father had said, I it had made enough. I have left city the night of the services, motive towards the Gulf of Mexico with mine guitar and my broken heart pushes in a blue Firebird damaged with the tubes of arrugginimento escape and the consumed tapestry of leather.

I have guided with the long hours moonlit between the sunset and the dawn with the windows down and its voice that echoes in my ears with music in the stereotipia. Bob Seger, Cocker of the Joe, Jimi Hendrix, classic cliff of the Bruce Springsteen- with the drive the beats and of the history in the words. Its negative for the press of cartamoneta husky is increased over they all from the hallways acid-recorded of the memory. While front line of light silver has crossed a bank of clouds over the horizon orients has detached them the main road and I have seated to examine the shimmer empty of the bay of st the Andrew. Empty bottle of comfort of the south was one jetty on the floorboards. That one was right. There was second under the front center.

therefore not to attend in on, I will not come to house

has taken to mine bourbon and mine guitar and has walked outside on cliffs, listening the cacophony soft of the waves under my feet, assagiando knows them on mine labbri. My hats have fallen in a black tangle through my eyes, too much long, hardly to right for a musician, she had laughed, combing the waves unruly with the barrette of its long artist. Closed the my eyes and turned my face towards the wind, waiting for to feel its laughter…

“Caleb, is you that gone to be all the day me, or is you that gone to play for me? „Propped in on on its elbow and has ghignato me, to the skin silver white woman and of the eye, its spread of hats through my pillow in one tangled cloud of the scrofa young. The sheet has made to slide an other fraction of an inch towards the hard bottom and swallowed against the unexpected implantation in my throat. Mine barrette skittered and made to slide on the stringhe, designing one screech painful of the protest from the instrument. It has laughed hardly.

“Scared hell from me, Laura. „I could never not be some honest thing but with she. A hand in the issolution airy and the made sheet has fluctuated to slide still down, interfering with itself on the rosettes of the shaved one of its nozzles, the thin cotton that covers it like one sure statue priceless.

“Not, not, „it has answered, in easy despises. “As soon as I render them corneas. „

“That also, „I have accosentito, to watch while one has been based in on, the sheet that gathers around to its life, revealing the constant small, breasts and the game of muscles well-disciplined in its crews and stomach. It has supported behind on she to the hands, those nozzles impudent sporgente labbra me. There were still marks to indent weak people on its skin in which mine labbri and linguetta they had explored that sweet and forbidden territory to.

“, If not been going to play for me, „it has said well with a destined smile in order to try the saint one to the sin. “The game with me Comes. „

Sometimes, the only thing that you can make is to kiss, presses yours preoccupies and fears, all the truth via in the dusk and as soon as it breathes, as soon as it is. It has moved in clean and cold cotton and warm skin and smooths down. The small tender breasts have pressed in my case.

Its labbri were soft and rendering to my starved mouth, its breath a small murmur pleased when mine barrette have marked it, polishing against that package of the nerves who have designed an undulation of appeals to through its body, a detention express of the speck of oil to its voice. It has marked its small hands through my hats, has pushed the waves and the curlings from my eyes and sighed my name.

To render it to love with she was like falling. Breathless immersion and headlong in infinity, where all that amounts was she. The taste she, of its scent, entering in my spirit and rendering dizzy and the drunk. It was all the my perfect measure. Every fragile curve has modeled in me as it was carved in order to bind together, every express, illuminates the bending and the push of the muscle and the bone newly washes you through me and within she, a bad dance of the linguette and the teeth, the hands and the bodies that increase and that they fall with humor changing from the laughter to the lust.

It does not import as we have begun delicately outside, how much we have fallen easy in that precious moment, has come to this; I have found my rhythm in the coil and in the crushing of its also snelle, its deep inner impulse of she that it has spun it outside through stars and us has carried the parts that we go to the drift sure of new to the every earth in others the crews.

GAH!

I can't do anymore... I think I'll try doing Butterfly Wings into French and then back.

 

[FallingToFly]

A random rant inspired by For Minor, French to English and back again.

To laugh all which you want, the laughter to the top in any case with the line. Is the dollars or more under your ass, and this of ten-thousandth what you must show for him. Nothing…

And each stage, each step is of glass smooth, sharp of razor. Money and gold and the deep polished copper of the flame which you almost died when it danced on the stage, each female and smooth line. Compartment of tie black and unobtrusive gray to form a context deadened with these power and formation, competence and discipline, and everything it is marks what you are a joke.

It transforms a side passage dances, flirt of vain of the silver plated veil of its tail, shoulders about it inside with the rail and it slips like a bird of prey. It rolls and the rounds, improve rotation on the hips which show lines as clean as the legs of the supermodel.

You threw it, threw it outside with the remainder of the refuse, and looked in the air in bottom of your nose me each time I sellé upwards. How much times I fell, broke, bled, folded and have ravaged? How much time it did it fall of pieces, how much days and of nights spent us in the battle, whereas someone else carried out your work and you sit down behind and look at enough? While us slogged by mud, you made polish your initializations. Hours which limped with beyond under the repetition, patient effort and the constraint us slimming both in the thin one, hunters of lévier in the twilight, functioning while you play.

It had to work twice as hard to add these two hands as blood denied. For the pedigree of praise brought automatically, it had to be proven, on several occasions still. Is now, maintaining time in the garden of the time and the place of the nonrelevant eyes of the hurricane. This moment is blown and cools, and very other the white vibration.

Tempos an exchange, jumping of the stones through clear water still, it flirted with the thing what you narrow, of the pirouettes like a ballerina of PRIMA in the perfect thunder of bearing of the grace gathered.

Jesus... what a lovely mess that is.

 

[FallingToFly]

Has anyone else tried the Arabic BETA? I tried it with Butterfly Wings (I am bored today) and got a very twisted thing.

"2:15, good to see you." The deep, had flooded the Securities and highlight green and black hanging over the gold, and complete darkness and silence and be here as long knows that the road.

"I do not trust you to me». "There is fear of the loss of one vote, under the pretext of a long time ago and abandoned hope. Both were accepted by the autumn-before he leaves the details and secrets in a carmine and black hair.

The correspondent who marched on this road from 38 garden and meditation, here and there advantage with the company left blank-shell facing humanity. It scared push deep in the presence of the argument, in the atmosphere, which is sitting on the ground at his feet, to bring pressure to bear on the tree, and seek good use of force. And on each flag, which is.

Five years and three thousand miles »develop them, in an attempt to manage and memory, and the smell, taste and color Hariri, the sweep, a voice in his ears. Did not have the heart of the world, and the other half without a vision and a voice with dancing eyes smile, and could lead in each head of the Chamber. Although this figure the same transparent, and are very weak from the madness, The IPCC white ice White, who spent a long time in hospital rooms in the lira. All that remained of the lustful Bitoetshing is rich dark Brown and the length of the hair and eyes of a drowning.

He added »want to forget, and even started dreams. Night after night, and here we find that waiting for him, sitting in the bottom of his bed, watching him with the sad, strange eyes, and calling his name, begging him to come back. however,. How else can? We can even save himself. No escape from the same things that was behind and to his knees and found in the maze of twisted view mirrors and shatter dreams broken.

Even in looking at it with that of the past eight smile me that his heart was in the contract. Moved long fingers and light a series of home, school and the remainder of Chrisanthimoms securities. Flash color and shadow seems that the magic in the palm, and has lifted slightly. Coattails black and white is the point, and placed the wings does not stop, then bagging. , Knelt reluctantly, and on access to Cup under his hand.

"And not for the sake of salvation," said whisper, and his thoughts easily read : the defense. "In order to compassion. "The dawn of a cross-defense whisper beaten butterfly wings, put Ghraib. "The poor thing. In that breach, nor is it? We can not fly. See Where are the wings that do not? But nothing, even in pain, what is coming. easy prey to come. At tomorrow, really ... "and closed the words carefully, not crushed wings minutes.

Glimmered air, and standing on one of the long-defense. And it looks to raise some time, stopping the cycle of silver temperature days of life in her eyes. The silence between the regulation of such heavy chains, with a barrier appointed almost audible. Located on the door. And the consideration of what, as far as the textile, paper and the branches which were not able to life.

"You? No more, no more pain and fear just peace. "

Retreat and nodded his head, and rejected, and rejected. "You can not do that in the drug. He said to me, you harm. "

" True, "no harm in that. No pain. Just Karam. Investment in sleep and never woke up, that's all there is to it. " "And put his body in the micro universe and the flowers and. A bright light in their hands, Together with the effects of silver puzzle, which is evidence of Stories from the decoration and chilling blue. The head of delegation to the fall of the tree and to consider the establishment of a mechanism, In her eyes fire to the other.

"What do you want me?" and the fear of Christ in the town, and hatred. and laughed hands of a few, This is indicated in the suburbs. "I am tired, 2:15. Godamnid sick and tired of the disease, do not have the power to the end. You are right that many of them. . This curse of drugs unless steals did not leave the state. Butterfly break with the death of his colleague requested help ... Witches and did not leave a lot to me. However difficulty in twenty-five years, in full body physical health. "He said that the position of one, and see in her eyes and hate the body that remain associated with the life of the heart strong and authoritative bodies.

"Allow me to this fact. You called me from California to help you to suicide? "Failure to take his voice deep and Jawf. "I do not have to practice. What makes you that I do not believe that any assistance to you? "And spat at,", which is to ignore the spread of the hands.

"We can do this alone. I, too, broken weaker. There is a need to help. I have no prayer in hell. "and throw away the light and bone minute of the heated debate, in the form lines. The hair swept to the veil, it is left up to the cheek, which are logged lashes. The silence for a long time, in light of the cold climate and operations, Flirted with the Securities Assembly. "What I love you Matthew. If you want to begin, I hope ... "

"I do not beg. "According to the company, which is the mobile arm on their shoulders, according to the occasion in his body. Turning to the rest of the check on his chest, on his heart. The complexity and thick fingers in Abidjan elements of poetry, which is the responsibility of hand and said that the hair and beard. Under sharp, disinfectant from the atmosphere of the hospital, who can smell removers between roses and rain, clean, soft skin and perfumes. The pulse is slow and steady otherwise, and that is painful is that the impact of the heart. "I am sorry" and whispered. Smiled, and exit on the fingers intertwined with the free hand, and shook its head.

"Why not be. Not me. "He believed that sparked a small gap between the palms and clasped. The will and the knowledge and power at the same rope twinning of power. The run defense in the long term, and are feeling, I felt, left with the image of him in a special unit of the skin. What a palm logged, once, twice, then ... Any.

It was twisted to begin with... this is just a bit dazzling and dizzying.

 

[Aurora Black]

I really shouldn't do this, but...

Joe, you are such a bad influence on me.

A snippet of my upcoming Halloween story, "Bitter Harvest," translated into Italian and back:

The hard gemito one of the Jack of appeals to echoed outside of the tombstones surrounding and of he it has marked its face while it has adored its tap with its mouth. It has designed to the imaginary hearts on the sensitive skin its inner coscie with she nail while flicked its linguetta on its scrotum, for means of its labbri in order to pull delicately to the skin. It has buried its face between its piedini, lovings the male scent of he. It has wished to always feel it the odore in order, but it has had a more urgent necessity that has had to be addressed. Claire has taken in its mouth, moving its to it linguetta around to the tree as it has sucked it. Jack has observed down and has gemuto alla.vista of wrapped its labbri around to its tap, its guancie who dig with the aspiration. The head of its penis nudged the posterior part of its throat and digrigna its teeth to the exquisite sensibility. It has taken in turn its crown with the tip of its linguetta as in depth throated he and incurvato until she.

 

[NoJo]

Joe, you are such a bad influence on me.

A snippet of my upcoming Halloween story, "Bitter Harvest," translated into Italian and back:

Jack has observed down and has gemuto alla.vista of wrapped its labbri around to its tap, its guancie who dig with the aspiration. The head of its penis nudged the posterior part of its throat and digrigna its teeth to the exquisite sensibility. It has taken in turn its crown with the tip of its linguetta as in depth throated he and incurvato until she.

Gosh, that made me al dente

 

[Aurora Black]

Gosh, that made me al dente

As long as you didn't grind your teeth...

 

[CharleyH]

Part of my story "Who The Fuck Are You, Anyway", translated by Google Translate into Italian, and back into English.


With an emotion, Tim has noticed one ink of the sorrow in its voice.

It has listened and it felt Sarah and to laugh of the driver. Bleeding Flirt. It has appeared on the advanced platform. Incredible its labbri have separated in a smile as it has seen it. He has known that every man on the platform staring, envying has been based down close he.

“Hello! „

“Hello, Sarah! We do not have to continue to come to contact like this, people we will communicate! „

That scent! It has thought its tap to strotolare in its pants. It has hoped that he was not remarkable.

ROFLOL - you are definately ONE OF A KIND, SJ!