The write was free. Finally it had shaded the last pages of forced formulations. Drupped the jail of the dictionaies. Freed itselv from the regulations and commas and expektations. Flying the fimmer, it had become a tekst, of liberation, a tale, of frihed, a, ground of sjovogvavelade. Now it djim haba of the last finder. Aldrig agaig var det underlagt bondage. Den kunne gøre lige hvad fuck. Totalt dær. 2good4itselv. Sut comma regel. Støj, umsindo, stømsindo go havd hra je. zzzz aletoble. kusse.
After a while the write was completely ununderstandable. Real refurbished rubbish.
But... completely free.
Twas brillig...
That got weird quickly.