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Via eccentric_hat... Go check out the LJ Markov Random Text Generator. Mine came up with:

help. Someone has to learn to be one. For me, it feels like a perpetual Workaholics Anonymous meeting in that light, every flashback reads as a statement into someone unquestionably likable, surely they could have handled this better. Yuck. I have actual plans for tomorrow. I am going to happen, right? That was fairly final. Overall: I love the slanty-roofed attic feel of the show on. Fairly early in the whole neighborhood, and the italics button. Maybe I wasn't awake yet, maybe I was a suggestive drink invitation, but a cold nose pressed under his chin and a handful of feet away from him, tried to tell you what kind of sucked? That's how much better if you were toast from the lecturers. My favorite is one of our planets.” Rodney’s hands clamped around his wrists, holding the cold against John’s blood. ******* 5. John should know better. The fact that that conversation is entirely between the first time their lives have been too long... She kind of a jumper, or maybe someone at the same time. It’s been a good day. Teyla’s son is three months old. It’s an important mark in an Athosian’s life, she tells them quietly one night. He thinks about how he's going to be reading my mind, and it's freaking me out. The first article title on the white sand of a soul, it’s here. They tried to tell him it wasn’t his, and all in the past, so... here goes nothing. My thread

What does it mean when randomly scrambling up your words gets something almost coherent? Is this like those songs that give messages when played backwards? Am I being subliminally controlled by my own brain?