This is a test. It is a crazy test.
Here is another test.
The text continues unabated, its endless stream unstoppable, its quantity mounting inexorably to an ominous conclusion.
As the text proceeds, its relentless sequence of words becomes as inevitable as the sunrise of a new day, as plodding as the footfalls of a zombie elephant, as indefatigable as a robot with a nuclear-powered robo-heart.
He’s Popeye the sailor man, he lives in a garbage can, he’s strong to the finish ’cause he eats his spinach, he’s Popeye the sailor man (toot toot)! K-k-k-k-k-k-k. . .3
Et cetera and so on.