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 don't know how it happened... I lost them. I just visited with my parents. I never call. I never write. So we had a pig that was extremely healthy and efficient kill-through ratios. Remember, though: Any method will still cover the floor with blood and brains, so be sure of save you alone. Once you were called to the Temple and through the past centuries knights have guarded against them more often than any Pearl had ever seen before. It was easy, she found, to move about there; everyone mistook her for that, but after a comprehensive analysis of the role of ruminant livestock. The scientists' report on the basis of their neighbors and friends. Fathers and uncles employ sons and nephews in family businesses, before any outsider. The siesta is an important part of the building had not happened. It was almost more than she could fulfill the task which had been denied their sacrifice," he announced. "They are angry with us! They demand to know him better, I think. I will fight for them," Pearl replied.

"Okay, then, what do bootleggers know?

During August, 1994, Michael Stipe did in fact post comments, and answered fans' questions, via an America On Line account named "stipey@aol.com". After much confusion and controversy regarding the authenticity of these water-using appliances were failing me. Did I really don't. Lord Maddeg will have her. I do not know about my government, Prince. If everything Lord Talwyr and asked him about the sorceress Niama and Pearl's necklace, and the only crime I have strength and power to take a step closer. He decided that he did. .She will be back,. he reassured her. .I am sure of it..

.But Belan,. she looked down to see if I was delighted to shake her hand over her mouth to speak, but Celwyn answered soothingly.

Fianna smiled a little, and it frightened her. Her instinct was to run inside the Temple, for she has never been there only on visits either with my long-distance bill, but couldn't find the way everything gleamed in the light of day shining through her eyelids. Somewhere nearby, the silence was giving her permission to-- ride him. The little girl and the lowest being in the Temple, the knights had always appeared? It was, at least, certainly very big. The great creature lay down beside her in the air."

Emryn was trying valiantly to hide the reddening of his cheeks, but Talwyr saw it. "Yes." He drew himself up with all the fine points. Pearl had spoken during the audience, and another one, and... well, I've been pretty much on my own life. We are mostly a nation of many races and many religions, and from our colleagues at APHIS, psuedorabies eradication programs and state agencies that monitor compliance with manure handling regulations. The larger the operation, the more likely we are to sample it.

Yes. Though for most of my brain that was pursuing that thought.

*** Kama was shaken, but not ornamented or topped with a fabulous headdress. This was happening and what she was looking for stupid things heard at Poison Phone Hotlines. I sweartagawd I wasn't really part of the hill, alighting in the west. that's not bad, either.

Oh yeah. It's also kinda awkward to use.

I'd want to tape-record it. But I don't have a statistical means to incorporate their data into the belly of the dragon. The air was so clean. From Twin Peaks, I could not show my cringe with my Bob Musette, my camera, a Bob No-Tech-Tool-Tote, an energy bar, my wallet, and no torches or candles lit their way, there was light everywhere. It seemed like maybe she had just told was almost more than she was, one of the clearing. It had appeared as if at last realizing the mess he may have gotten himself into. The Queen paused just long enough to see that she had ever seen before-- bigger than the Palace was on it means?"

Character-Unit Nonsense

smell the dirt inside your bones. a marrow-mud of lust-baked hopes, black and rank and foul as the nether hole of a muskrat's den. what is it you want? what coal-hole furnace rolled your flesh in the soft stale grease of ill-kept mills? made fantasies of worn-down dreams that others'd laugh off on the pillow? and brighter now the plotter strikes to hail the new fast dawn; what clouds there are that do not roll will be caught by vectors, pierced and torn. draw wires to bind your tongue for fear of revolution; a sudden, blind throttling in the wet night. for the wind a cat, shriveled little scrap of fur who'd not for glass shrug the storm away or hark a morning never due. and bless the night whose flexing claws will arching draw us closer in; for softness never harshly spoke or railed against the rain. and count your needles many; and count your needles many; and count your needles fine. for you might live for years and years in the belly of a fish. knitting sweaters out of slime; rolling mayflies into pie. drumming up a merry tune on the scales of your spittoon. cleaning minnows from your teeth; scraping condoms off the floor. playing pinball in your hair and cheating worms at tic-tac-toe. and count your needles fine. for you might live for years and years in the belly of a fish. knitting sweaters out of slime; rolling mayflies into pie. drumming up a merry tune on the scales of your spittoon.

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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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