During my many years as a psychopath I came across a both odd and useful skill. I seem to have the ability to create meaningless speech which seems to be about something and follows the same path throughout, but does not really make sense. I call these odd manuscripts random articulations. At the time that I make these up they do make sense to me, however when I look at them later they even confuse myself. I will post some examples of this here. Anyone who has the radio station to give this a try and comes up with a good one will have theirs posted here too.
A random articulation, courtesy of Syran:
Technical relations of the magnetron beam can, at times, be distorted enough to create a very unstable type of flower. This flower is rancid enough to feed an entire family of lizardmen. Ten of which could lift an entire shipment of eggs. I propose that we use this flower for the powers of central atmospheric entities. These entities may not drift around much longer due to the fact that it isn't fun. Once it is made fun they should do it much more.
A random articulation, courtesy of RAJ:
There once was a sheep's baby who had negative four quadrants on her head. These quadrants always annoyed him extremely as they would keep rearranging themselves on her head from time to time. Sometimes he would deliver conveyer belt rescue floatation devices to some tyranical farthing collector. However, everytime she did this, the farthing enthusiast, benign and courtly as he was would offer him a firm, but something kick in the orange juice. This damned sheep's baby had about had it at this time. She pulled out a motorcade with its spackle at full power. After aiming it carefully at this farthing manager, he covered the motorcade in bereft, yet formidable carriage novels. The farthing merchant chortled,"One sheep's baby takes a little too long to eat its nursery animals, perhaps this sheep's baby should be given a nap to eat instead?" The sheep's baby then went to sleep, the quadrants went away and the problem was solved!
A random articulation, courtesy of Vylath Ocyk:
Disturbing emulations recede from cargarzar verbs and with them retreats the greatest army that ever slept in paradise. Battle cries whisper through echoes and echoes shoot plasma bombs back, yet the superintendant does not call neutrality among the ultra numbers. A certain sense of fickle drifts through the air as 5 million soldiers try to crush a roach. Where will Jungle Jim's next adventures take him?...
A random articulation, courtesy of Syran:
Carnivores... they have stolen our meat for centuries and we have done nothing about it. If five hungry phantom settlers sit down to eat meat porridge and are so rudely interrupted by rabid bamboo poles, do they cry? I think not, yet here we are sitting in the corner drowning in our own pestilence and horror! Why do this you say, say you, what say? I say, you say, they say, mayday, because everyone is much too afraid of consuming the vile beasts. These fatty acids and wicked dog weezers have struggled out their last hope. The time has come for them to fish!
A random articulation, courtesy of RAJ:
Spikey metamorphosis procedures reject the dire possibility that many aggravated car moths may in time project realistic images of patrolling baboons. These baboons cannot even speak or terminate convulsions which they have faced o'er the many seconds of their critical existance. Ties within the regularity of some of these multi-collateral bonds will eventually suffer extreme loss and soon become obsolete. While this happens, the ridiculed and disoriented car moths will strike where it hurts. The decimation of entire pie platters while they are on holiday could not divert attention from their goals. The simplistic targeting device which is used is adequate enough for the destruction of destruction itself, and on top of that the smoke would be green. I ask you on this day, as you recalibrate your deuterium and amplify your musical radiation, where wilst thou travel when travel itself is no longer effective?
