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Infinite Monkey Theorem

The infinite monkey theorem states that a monkey hitting keys at random on a typewriter keyboard for an infinite amount of time will almost surely type any given text, including the complete works of William Shakespeare. In fact, the monkey would almost surely type every possible finite text an infinite number of times. The theorem can be generalized to state that any sequence of events which has a non-zero probability of happening will almost certainly eventually occur, given unlimited time. In this context, "almost surely" is a mathematical term meaning the event happens with probability 1, and the "monkey" is not an actual monkey, but a metaphor for an abstract device that produces an endless random sequence of letters and symbols. Variants of the theorem … more »

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Well I'm waiting for the summer
Waiting for some action
Waiting for some good news
Well I'm lookin' for my brother
Lookin' for some trouble
Still lookin' for something to use
Well I'm hoping for some loving
Hoping for some feeling
Hoping for something to do
Well I found my lover waiting
Lost her two weeks later
Still looking for some good news
High expectations mixed with poor explanations
Make you sick to your stomach but
How do I say this?
I'm just a man
No wedding band on my hand
Ain't no peaches and cream, but baby
That's where I stand, so
Leave your worries in the back
Of that car I sure don't have
Pack of cards up in my hands
And we can try to follow plan
Your sense of fun ain't been the best
Let go and I'll do the rest
Maybe we should slow it down
Shoulders open, lay your head
Craving some chases so I'm leaving my traces
Of my time on their faces
'Bout time that we change this
Oh my words are too cheap
A buck fifty or free
And that's why nobody believes
And they're too focused to breathe, so
Hang your clothes up in the back
Of that home we'll never have
Wings are growing do your best
To pin me down, but you're a mess
Apologies don't mean a thing
All this talkin' leaves me dead
But you know that you're ahead
Don't you worry 'bout a tad
Make it easy for you to
Make believe in something you
Know is fleeting, but you
Love me still
Make it simple, baby don't
Overcomplicate
Things you worry 'bout, won't
Keep your story straight
Say you're out of town, won't
Be back for awhile
Knowing damn well that you're
Lying through your smile
Takin' steps to make sure
I don't bring you down
Baby I've been changing
Know your time is now
Well I'm waiting for the summer
Waiting for some action
Waiting for some good news
Well I'm lookin' for my brother
Lookin' for some trouble
Still lookin' for something to use
Well I'm hoping for some loving
Hoping for some feeling
Hoping for something to do
Well I found my lover waiting
Lost her two weeks later
Still looking for some good news

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