Fruitless searches and poetic nonsense

I spent a good deal of time today scanning through the approximately 880,000 Google listings for haiku machine. I had to put the kibosh on the excercise when I'd looked at so many sites that I completely forgot what the hell I was trying to find.

The words have become meaningless. Hi-koo-mush-een. Koopa-trooper-pooper-scooper.

I took a long look into the reflection of my face staring back at me from the window. "Under what possible circumstances would you be searching for hiccup mocha?" it seemed to ask.

"Haiku machine," I angrily corrected, just as a co-worker was walking by my open door.

"Excuse me?" asked the startled co-worker.

"You heard me," I screamed, "HAIKUMACHINE! HAIKUMACHINE! HAIKUMACHINE!"

What I really said was "Nothing."

So that I can close this sad chapter in my life, I leave you the following, taken from a recent post and translated into Korean and back:

But with the last enemy him (we... The unpronounceable Hu lang when the silence regarding his name which is will be wrong as the this called, must do) in us in his house with him with after requesting our trains which it does will arrive until... He is letting us comfort.