Wow!
Welcome to something even weirder than google.
Seems like it anyway.
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From: "Maria L" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: "talk2" <[email protected]>
Sent: Friday, July 14, 2006 2:52 PM
Subject: The Talk2 List More translations
By request, I've dropped this nice little text into my personal favorite,
Free Translation, but used the other languages it has just for fun.
Too bad it can't do secondary language combos, IE English to Language A to
Language B and back, that could be potentially fun.
But here, have this.
Original Text
braille needles that go up and down and as your hands go sideways, the
needles are so sharp they stab you time and time again, and all you can do
about it
is wish, just wish they would stop. The pain of the poison from the tips
of each individual group of 8 dots is beginning to take it's toal on your
system,
and all you want to do is just shut down.
Shut down and feel nothing more. Ever again. Nothing...
And the world reclaims you like it should, the way it did before you were
even thought of, and you are powerless to stop it, and you still continue
to try
and read the passage of the book, over and over again like a stuck record,
because you know nothing else. You've always known this is how it would
end.
Death by dots, death by you're own hand, literally.
Each time you skim the line with your fingers more of the poison seaps
into you and you get weaker and weaker still and yet you read until the
last.
Then, finally, you are gone. Death or what you think is death, has
reclaimed you, but it really isn't that at all.
This is the same dream or rather, nightmare you have been having for
months now, and you've no idea where it came from or why it continues to
haunt you
night after night, but it does, and what are you going to do about it?
English to Dutch and Back
Braillenaalden that to above and under in and go as your hands sideways
go, are the needles so sharpen they stab you town defense and you all go
of that is wish, wish only that they would stop. The pain of the poison
of the tips of each individual group of 8 points begins is toal him on
your system and you all want to do to take only has been closed. Closes
and feel nothing more. Ever again. Nothing... And the world claim you
loves back of which it will, the way that it did for you even were thought
and you are powerlessly him to stop and you verdergaa with try still and
round the passage of the book, each time again again as a stuck records to
read, because you nothing else knowledge. You have always conscience that
this is how it end will. The dead through points, dead through you is own
hand, literally. Each turn you create off the line with your fingers more
of the poison seaps in you and you become weaker and more faintly still
and yet you read till the last one. Then, finally you are gone. The
death or what you think is deathly, have you teruggevorderd, but it is
really not that at everybody. This is the same dream or rather, nightmare
you have for months now had and you have no idea which the of or why it
came verdergaat with sphere ghost you night after night, but it does, and
what gaa you of that do?
English to Portuguese and Back
The needles of braille that subeobem and below and as his hands go
lateral, the needles are so sharp stab in the an and again, and everybody
that you can do about is desire, fair desire that they would stop. The
pain of the poison of the tips of each individual group of 8 points begins
it take is toal in his system, and all that you want to do is fair date.
It files and feel-itself nothing more. Never again. The nothing... And
the world requires like to must, the meiele before of you even were
thought of, and healthy impotent equal him, and you still continues it try
and it read the passage of the book, thousands of times as a bonds record,
because knows nothing more. You always knew that this is like would
finish. The death by points, death by you yourselves own hands,
literally. Each time you skim the line with your fingers more of the
seaps of poison in yourself and you stayed weaker and weaker still and but
reads to that the last one. Then, finally, healthy they gone. The death
or what do you think is death, required him, but really is not that
absolutely. This is the even I dream or before, nightmare that you have
had during months now, and you do not have no idea where came of or by
that continues astonish-him night afterwards at night, but does, and what
you will do about him?
English to Russian and Back
Needles of font Брайля which go upwards and downwards and as your hands,
go sideways, needles are so sharp, they strike a blow to you to time and
time again, and everything, that you can do(make) with it
Is desire, only to wish, that they would stop. The pain of poison from
helps (tip) of each individual group of 8 points starts to take, it - toal
on your system,
And everything, that you want to make, only are closed.
Closed and feeling anything is more. Ever again. Anything...
And the world corrects (will claim), you love it, the way which it has
made should, before of you even thought, and you are powerless to stop it,
and all of you still continue to try
Also read pass of the book, many times similarly to the attached report
(record) because you do not know anything other. You always knew, that
it - how it would end.
The death points, death you - own hand, is literally.
Each time you slide a line with your fingers of more poison seaps in you,
and you become weaker and weaker still, and still you read up to the last.
Then, at last, you have left. Death or that you think - death, has
corrected (has claimed) for you, but it is valid - not it in general.
It - the same dream or more likely, a nightmare which you had within many
months now, and you have no concept, whence it has arrived or why it
continues to visit(attend) you frequently
Night after night, but does(makes) it, and what you are going to do(make)
with it?
