[The Daily Nonsense]

The nonsense which follows is a Markov Chain based upon patterns in some pieces of English text. Word-Unit Nonsense uses patterns about words that tend to follow one another. Character-Unit Nonsense uses letters.

Word-Unit Nonsense

I was on top of her dark blue velvet dress, which flowed in soft folds over her still-burgeoning hips and buttocks.

We greeted each other chastely while we cooled down, and then she let out a scrap of pink and blue, and hurled it at all! On balance, Davie would settle for that. The only fly in the ointment was that Clarrie had some very definite ideas about sexual positions. She knew all there was to know and love is 16 American ounces. Almost every bar in town serves their pints in 16-oz "shaker" glasses, which, when filled to meniscus-busting heights, contain exactly 16 ounces of deceit over the course of a keg, and a sleazy publican can squeeze an additional $120 of pure profit out of a previously unidentified PRRS risk factor.

NPPC, AASP, the Veterinary Services (VS) of the Animal and Poultry Diseases. The committee is composed of 22 scientists, including four specifically from industry, who provide advice and recommendations on microbiological and food safety and quality, urged practitioners to continue their involvement in the PORK QUALITY ASSURANCE Program and to be beyond my feeble powers.

A recent producer checkoff-funded study, researchers first injected test gilts with vitamin A or control gilts with oil. The gilts were exposed to all these weapons were in charge of the environmental quality of their subordinates - at least 14 murders, at least seven incidents of torture, at least 5 cases in which great suffering and grievous harm was inflicted on the prisoners, at least one respect: they started catfighting at the federal level. This strange consortium jointly filed a 'petition for rulemaking' with the top down. I mean on the car. Did I mention it was a whole load of A's. I'm still such a newbie...

Well THAT sounds like a female spider.

Down below, Suzanne lay glumly on her bed and slipped silently out of consciousness, but I could tell I was being undressed by these two women. They were hitting my arms and legs with a baseball bat. Jovo couldn't get up and felt fine. I watched TV and had something to do with snotty little oiks of First Formers when I averted my gaze, I found that I will be as bad as it used to be. After a while the stamps came loose.

Hal called all around at the copy store today. After thinking about it, he said he'd come to a height of about five feet, and still had enough force to come back at Victoria's, which was almost bursting out of his mind.

Spread out below was the worst time in the world of benign, unencumbered humans. I slowed as I passed a neighborhood shrine. A gathering of devout Hindus were chanting, entranced, conducting a propitiatory ritual. I wondered if I'd take it. I said thanks and shook hands with Barney -- still speechless -- and stepped from behind the counter and, balancing a trayload of tumblers of milk tea, set a glass of tea, and waited. Again I saw something emerge from my voice, head down, arms pumping, through the alley beside the teashop, watching the small hydrofoil pull out Excaliber and finish him off. Behead him for laying with Gwen. For betraying their friendship. He had trusted this knight, the faith dying as Lancelot did. He turned on car headlights and spoke with someone in the dark depths.

Mary broke the surface and looked at her sister.

Character-Unit Nonsense

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This page's text changes daily. Read it every day.

The algorithm is from a (1983/11) Scientific American article: "Computer Recreations: A progress report on the fine art of turning literature into drivel" by Brian Hayes. That article was inspired by Scientific and engineering problem-solving with the computer by William R. Bennett, Jr. Bennett traced discussion of randomly generated text to a 1927 statement by Sir Arthur Eddington:

If an army of monkeys were strumming on typewriters they might write all the books in the British Museum

(the same quote which led to the Infinite-Monkey Theorem).

Disclaimer: The text above may contain fragments of copyrighted works; I use text from such works as fodder for figuring out the patterns used to generate the random text.

Pages of Interest: For custom-generated Markov Text, visit The Shannonizer. Jamie Zawinski Markovly scrambles his writings on demand, and provides source for his scrambler. There is at least one Computer-Generated Writing page, which contains links to various pages containing such Writing and programs to generate it. hahaha.org hosted this page before I had a website; they rule.

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