Quelqu'un a écrit un petit script qui mélange des passages de la Bible et de Lovecraft :
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the backwoods folk -had glimpsed the battered mantel,
rickety furniture, and ragged draperies. It spread over it a
robber, a shedder of blood, when I listened with mad
intentness. At last you know!At last to come to see me. Now
Absalom.
the absence of any real link with that of 598 Angell Street
was as the old castle by the shallow crystal stream I saw
unwonted ripples tipped with yellow light, as if those
depths of their rhythm. The training saved them.
the bed, and make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
1:12 While the case histories, to expect. As mental
atmosphere. His eyes were pits of a hundred and fifty
shekels, 30:24 And he laughed mockingly at the village
summoning.
the commandment of the room; then this. If this thing. 25:1
If he had no way to turn either to the coyote - or to
something was wrong. Marsh and Marceline represents. I am
strong. 26:16 I also in me. 14:2.
the ghouls, whose utter strangeness and their backsliding, I
will love him, and have redeemed them, yet thou never gavest
me a people: 8:11 And I said unto them, and I believe that
the king doth behold the upright. 33:2 Thus.
the gleaming sand, bobbing lanterns. The Philistines be upon
thee, and because the famine in the heart proceed evil for
Israel, with hesitancy, and which I had known it, to
himself, he said, How shall depart from his house. 7:2 That.
the results we learned that no harm him, and rent it. 7:22
My face again no not to inform me, even all the heads of the
unutterable consequences. It could tell, it thunders. The
thing came out of Egypt. Who knoweth.
the grass-grown line on the glassy, phantom bones. 50:18
Therefore the children of Israel dedicated the sea, diverse
and I hung an air of the war, to rest in my brother for
nought, and the counsellor, and the cunning workman, and.
the great hill that put bitter weeping; Rahel weeping for
Tammuz. 8:15 As it fastened his body to the dead youth who
would "go the king lifted up his Son of Professor George
Saintsbury - "the criminal is securely strapped to.
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As you can see, the output is pretty crude. Obviously this was a half-hour hack, not a properly finished product; but I think it shows promise — His eyes were pits of a hundred and fifty shekels — and a definite feel of familiarity — It spread over it a robber, a shedder of blood, when I listened with mad intentness.
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