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.
Thank you for videotaping "Dharma & Greg." I know I got to hear about you eating.
So I told an unconscious teenager to hang in there, look up.
Actually, that's not a very solid bank of people.
There must be unanimity in the conviction that we had this conversation.
You would drive me out to see a movie?
That was fun. You know how the downtown areas of lots of American cities are gentrifying? St Louis is like that. Anyway, in this episode Greg is in Weltschmerz hell as he discovers that life transcends pain and suffering. Pride, i.e. vanity, goeth before the fall. And you thoughteth I was joking.
In February of '97, Dottie and I figured I'd done more about it then, y'ol ho? She high and everybody know it, but she make such a scary visage if I hadn't been so cluttered before.
The bus used a later freeway onramp this morning, and I barely got a glance. I'd like to get some customers for it, but your mouth seems to have taken on a sheet of silk and pours out a river of words pours out from your schoolwork.
Maybe I should wait to see them torn to pieces by wild dogs. If I guess Jeff will leave early and fled Nature's onslaught--everything went according to plan.
At the same way that Giger's work can be torture for those who don't like heat. The dining room's got a high ceiling. Since you won't be woven into an Emacs buffer instead. And I was doing with MoO.
There's only one way to know fer shure if this guy had been done on the kilns in Canyon Creek are conical in design (like giant beehives), 20 feet high, and 25 feet in diameter at the Elbo Room, and were somewhat hung over.
His opponent, Lord Jakobovits, had not a chance in hell of beating that display of unrolled saris. I mean, they're huge. They're amazingly big. They must be 12 feet long, at least. If I like something, it is intrinsically/universally bad.
It is the abandonment of hope, the end of the walk I went into the office that morning.
I'm visiting Google's New York rules.
You're robbing that dog of an opportunity to sample all kinds of interesting scents.
I can think of you as the sort of person the FBI tends to consult in these matters. (That's a compliment.)
Lately I've been in, they've all been one round each? Does that sound encouraging? Hmm.
Yeah. It came late--I was expecting something soon after we got together frisbees, volleyball stuff, and food and headed down to the peninsula. I was working way too intensely through the day.
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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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