This is a test. It is a crazy test.

Here is another test.

Blah blah blah testity test test and so on ((Watch out!)). Four score and seven years ago our fathers gave us our first bicycle. What a gas! Then some sample text was put onto a website. It seems like only yesterday. Next thing you know it’s web 2.0 and everybody’s using JavaScript. There’s more to looking credible in 2003 than slapping some jpegs into the text window. ((Or so they say!))

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. . . ((This is popeye laughing.))

Et cetera and so on.