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Excelsior McGillicutty
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Language "Encryption" by Excelsior McGillicutty

September 21st, 2006 1:51 PM

INSTRUCTIONS: Using online translation tools, "encrypt" some text (that you write or find) by translating it multiple times into different languages and then back into English.

For instance, "The drive to play San Francisco Zero" translated from English to German to French to Italian to English again becomes "The order of Saint game Francisco".

CHAOS NEVER DEAD. Base uncarved the block, only Monster worshipful, inert and spontaneously, more ultraviolet ray that a mythology (like the colors before Babylon), presentation undifferentiated still to be von-zu is rayon reassured like Wimpelschwarze Meuchelmörder, by chance and the enivré uninterrupted one.

Chaos comes before all basic Rules from the order and of the entropy, it is neither a god nor an endless screw, its stupid Mit.einschliesst and each possible defines desires choreography, any ether setido and phlogistons: their gauges are crystallizations of its clean facelessness, like clouds.

All in nature to include/understand direction, is there, around absolutely nothing is not perfectly just to ensure itself. Chains of the law Schluchten, only never were it to exist; Dämonen did not hold the stars, the kingdom never reached ever begun him, Eros raised never a beard.

It hears No, which was this one arrived: they put to you with you, sell the ideas of the good and of bad, gave to a mistrust of your body and a dishonour you for your prophethood chaos, molecular, hypnotisiert of the words invented for your loves verabscheuen you with that inatención, perforated to you with usurarias civilization and all its feelings.

There is not to be, aucuns Révolution, not fight, not of trajectory; you are already the monarch of your own skin-- your inviolable freedom delays only to be more finished by which loves of other monarchs: one policy of the dream, urgently like Bläue sky.

That all the rights and those hesitation ilusorias the history requires to ruin the saving in a certain Légendaire age--Priests shamans of No, Sirs of Barden No, the police force of the hunters No, accumulators holgazanería paleolithic, agreements with the regularity want blood and suit them, are removed for a painted sample or like birds, displacement in vagueness that Presence which is expressly which clockless more nowever.

The means of chaos threw those with sights, in each possible thing or burned of one manner or of the another able person of Zeuges of camp in its state, its fever of the Luxes AND that voluptas. I am only breit-aufwache, which Master and eager at the point of terror--all is at once that the covered pieces of furniture, the anaesthesia which, is brains quotidian, secondary Ennui it reptilian of totalitarian Régimes, criticisms banal and useless Douleur.

Avataras of the act of chaos want Espions, saboteur, criminals insane of the loves, nor selfless, still egoistic, accessible like children, mannered like cash, rubbed with of Obsessionen, the unemployeds, sat down out of service sensually, wolfangels, the mirrors for consideration, want the eyes the flowers, Piraten of all the samples and importance.

Here, we crawl the jumps between the walls of the school of state that Église and the factory, any monolith paranoicos. The cut of the trunk by Nostalgia savages we form Tunnel afterwards that the lost words, imagined Pumps.

The fact it possible past is that which defines the opinion itself, invisible gold Corde which attaches it to us: to dance invalid in the corridors of the law courts. If it embraced here with, they would name you an act of terrorism--thus, we take the bed with our guns and we leave the city around midnight one awakes to have the taste that drunk gangsters who celebrate with a salvo the advertisement of the taste of chaos.

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Whoa...
posted by Cameron on September 21st, 2006 2:01 PM

Sounds like Lovecraft.

What was the original text?

T.A.Z.
posted by Excelsior McGillicutty on September 21st, 2006 2:39 PM

From Hakim Bey's Temporary Autonomous Zone.