So, Edgar Rice Burroughs had this idea. He’d cut up text from diverse sources, throw it into a hopper and draw the words out randomly, and try to make something out of it.
Anyway, there’s a cut up machine on the web. You can find it here:
I took my last journal, dumped it in, and took a look at what it made. Color me amused…
I was as she found me. Her finger against my lips. Put her lips against my ear.
“Listen for me, just once,” she said. “Let me sing it for you, now.”
I was surprised. “I didn’t know you could sing,” I told her.
“Sure you do,” she said. She touched my cheek. “Deeply,” she whispered.
And she sang a dark song – promising danger in her laugh.