import random def birthdayMatched(members): numYearDa ys = 365 # Number of days s = range(numYearDays) matched = False membersList=[None] * members for i in range(members): membersList[i] = random.choice(s) if len(set(membersList)) < members : matched = True return matched def sim_birthdayMatched(numTrials): numMatches = 0 numPeopleInParty = 23 for i in range(numTrials): if birthdayMatched(numPeopleInParty): numMatches += 1 return numMatches/numTrials Call: The function takes the number of people as an input sim_birthdayMatched(10000) Output: 0.5077

Galavanting 2

What's the big deal, she's such a lonely bitch
so what if I

It's the weakness I have the power I crave
that makes me dive 'twixt her thighs to hide in her cave

Like the sun, my promises cower behind a cloud of lies
but it's a real pain when the truth is revealed by those fucking spies.

Don't they have anything better to do
than to criticise me and you
after all I just consume what else is there do

So is there really a greater good that each of could see if
only I were able to let go and be free

Free from fair use the new form of abuse
free from the air free from the trees

and yes free from that sun that shines so effin brightly

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If you look at the worst around, you look back in time
and wherefore you think the future holds, it's just a state of mind.

You bring little to the table but coloured disappointment
a small problem for the host to see what ails thee today
for tomorrow you will bring ever greater failures.

Once you have dispensed your burden a blessing to you
as next time you may bring the holy ghost.

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If An Angel

If an angel exits it may be imaginary, well so I would imagine
as irrationality exists them why not thee

In this cacophony of imagination there be
peach on earth, with all that's worth
salvatory intervention if you could bride the evil to good
so why not an angel to carry thee across the infinite chasm

woe betide the angel that speaks of anything within it's realm
but know then as the angel exists I know I have a choice
to stay and delay or die and fly
it matters not to this closed world of time, well not for very long
that it matters still to me then is why I sing this song
for god demands that angels sit on high whilst I sit low
and ponder why, I sit 5 metres above the raging sea is higher than I would like to be
but much to my dying shame I scrounge form this earth

and it will not be the rising tide that comes to my aid
but the passing of time and just old age

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Only Now
Only now is the sky beginning to clear for me
and show that you and I were not meant to be

and only now I may be starting to understand you
when I left you with a child or two

my excuse is I didn't think I was good enough for
after all it wasn't a friend and father you wanted but the children I could give you

So I wandered in search of ships that could take me to a warmer shore.

Yet here I am abandoned by my self on some ancient soil
to wonder how to stop the pain I cause

That you slept with John last night is not a painful thought it just highlights that I was not here for you.

And when I arrived home to see Paul ready to take the baby for a walk I knew it wasn't my child at all but yours.

I told you I loved you but that wasn't what you wanted, you wanted more

So again I turned towards the door hardly a tear in my mind though there was a frozen waterfall

I wander not, I watch, I wait. there's just a little string upon the gate. Enter you are welcome to this ancient glacier and know you are not the only one that dies with the warming tide yet there is no place to hide.

The suffering will not end and I fear I cannot make thee mend for I am cold and I am heat and never can metoo meet.

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Ish Mah Rah Jah Bah
Ishrah n Ishmah bi Aba

Ishjah n Ishjav

Ishjah : Knock and the door shall open
Ishjav : Welcome ~ enter

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Ivan's War

I’m struck that when you talk to strangers now the conversation flows as if between two people who’ve met many times before. There is no awkwardness, no suspicion towards each other, no excessive politeness.

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They really don't have a clue, like animals in a zoo
They suck they eat they screw, just like me and you
And in that den of depravity is an order of inequity
not the the dreams I've come to see.

I hate to point the finger at thee as my hand is the tool of cruelty
But hey! I sing not to my ears alone for you chose to be in this space
So let me make it clear to you I make no excuse for my disgrace
Listen up and clean your ears and hear this face to face

To be in control you demand or ask for this and that from all you meet
No wonder some dumb creatures get taken for their meat,
That pink warm flesh, that mother's breast
All for their good I hear you jest.

Without the assets you so desperately crave would you even bother with them
And when their flesh drops low, to pastures new you shall go, again
For grace is not a thing you want, not earth, nor water, wind nor sun
For looking around you see not the night but stars that ever tease with light.

You have no right to offend but the power, for which you need not defend.
So take your plight to other shores where you may find a band of whores
Gather the flesh with all your might until it's mine it's not my fight
Though I've little attachment to my kin, I'm rather partial to my skin.

So come my friend, if you would be, and turn your gaze to eternity
Where grace abounds beyond your windswept dreams and fain
But 'tis your choice it's not your fate,
Though your freedom may be forever late.
like rain it may yet fall again.

I'm travelling on a starship, I've no idea how this came to be.
With no apparent destination, well! as far as I can see
Yet with great expectations I fly high to see my destiny
but keep bumping into mountains and crashing to the sea

Like my tears that have fallen I'm really coming down
from my dreams of stars in heaven and the friends I thought I'd found
but I'm grounded to this planet well this little raft of blue and green
and though I've travelled some hills and valleys I've found no company.

dah de dah
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So elon if you musk, gather all the friends you trust
and fly with them to mars after all it's not that far
And when there you see the mountains are bereft of flowing streams
maybe then you'll see that travelling ain't all it's cut out to be.

Like water from the mountain my thoughts are streaming by
but none say to leave this planet, though sometimes dream I can fly
but not in some little rocket that won't get me very far
just to another little outpost spinning around this star

So I'm tending to this planet this little place of green and blue
as my soul is in the balance and I can't be leaving that to you
so if you want for nothing you maybe better off than me
then go to sleep my baby there's nothing else to see

I'm just travelling on starship with no apparent destiny
but the future is becoming clearer, well at least it is to me

Lyrics for yet another song

* Can you keep it until I'm in the area next (from an unreliable person)
Sure I can drink it while I wait, I can sell it, I can throw it away, I can charge a storage fee ??

* Will you keep it for me for a week
Ok but it's going to cost you

* I would like you to keep it a while
Oh! would you? and why is that?

* Would you like to keep it for a while for me.
Not really, do you think I want to see you again?

There's nothing wrong with evil it's nature of consumption. As an animal I consume that which is weaker than me and within reach, that seems pretty evil to me, but that's me the body. It's not a bad thing as thought have a soul is a good thing.

Recognising the benefits of a soul is the first step in moving from the evil which undoubtedly is something to consider before death. After all, do I want to be another body consummate? ~ no I don't.

So I try and give the mind some rest, not from working, but from this fest.

A large part of this is challenging the fear of being cold and hungry so I form alliances with others that have similar fears to better able the exploitation of greater resources.

So the first thing I can do is reduce my dependence upon others and make better use of the air, water and earth that is all around me, well at least here. In the desert it would be much the same but their would be a focus on water.

However without heat the body will not survive, that it may be produced by food and the sun shows the difficulties. However, again, the greater difficulties is dependence upon others. This not only requires setting my mind to exploiting others but is a habit that may interfere with the will to leave evil behind at death.

Else it's more of the same, much much more.