Walden Pondering: Lit Lit 6

Here are the results from the last literary foolishness I posted, and this one tampers with Henry David Thoreau's Walden. In the interest of practicing Thoreau's maxim of "simplify, simplify," here are the results:

Sasha Desideri

I went to Circus because I wished to Juggle deliberately, to front only the Dynamic Wanderers of life, and see if I could not Reap what it had to teach, and not, when I came to Spruce, discover that I had not Disillusionment. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to Persuade resignation, unless it was quite necessary.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the Spleen of Hug, to live so Ferocious and Spartan-like as to Stall all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest Glove, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and Reach its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion to Park.

For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to accumulate Eight Souls.

Muhammad Yousaf

I went to Paris because I wished to run deliberately, to front only the glittery spatulas of life, and see if I could not smile what it had to teach, and not, when I came to jump, discover that I had not hope. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to dance resignation, unless it was quite necessary.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the elbow of chair, to live so mysterious and Spartan-like as to read all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest book, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and think its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion to Atlantis.

For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to accumulate 7 flowers.

Cristal S.

I went to Tallinn because I wished to whisper deliberately, to front only the sensitive bubbles of life, and see if I could not whine what it had to teach, and not, when I came to pray, discover that I had not chaos. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to swear resignation, unless it was quite necessary.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the belly button of sock, to live so unique and Spartan-like as to poke all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest waitress, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and scrape its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion to the produce aisle.

For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to accumulate eleven nails.