The Cotard Djenius

  The Cotard Djenius

bearing red plumage, bleeding these gifts--just now, that labor by the time it’s warm in Denver you’ll be wishing you had warned yourself. three shares a villager. All on shipboard putting on account of your condition. unequal matches ordered that labor. Long before meeting the Groom. Used as usual, knowing his trade of vintage heat, threatened without taking off and was boasting of some fraud involving too many persons who lived alone.

A great and desperate beast ambushed your chickens and would have given themselves the greater to Fawn, ever artfully across this space. When has he ever offered the trunk of others who pretend to serve us (the joke was canceled by the load) but on occasion, bloated with codes. Agents. several tongues at these gifts. Cock defended himself with a cave. Later on, light. in others. earth. 

the Cotards fearfully lacerated each other with an undisputed mastery of healing, envying the cost. greedily seized upon his eating their horns caring little for food which way to supper. selfish Dog found the whelp of whom he laid thereupon the last one. Filled with acclamation and steadying into the agony of a soul shocked out of its body. 

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This was written with "The Master" bias, a collection of TS Eliot's The Waste Land, Gentrude Stein's Tender Buttons, and Goethe's Faust in translation, all of which can be downloaded from Project Gutenberg. 

In this case, I did a lateral cut, which means I went through the text, found something I liked, cut it into something else I liked, but I did it in a line. I didn't go back. I didn't hover over anything. So, the ngram text was less worked over to make any specific meaning.