But for a different reason. Just how much time do they have on their hands. It's an outrage! i am tiredbut cannot go to sleep. That's the point you're trying to get across? GRAVITY IS EVIL! You haven't been paying attention have you? Let's see: 12345! They couldn't stop laughing. Maybe I should just give up. So he kept her out of the Matrix, and she saw the problem, and entered the Matrix to fix it. At least her's makes sensesort of. I see your EVIL plot now, Hypothetical Reader! they liked landing on me. BEWARE YOUR TOASTER OVEN! afterwardsthey turned off the lights. It'd probley be as popular as those game shows that no one's ever heard of. Today my frazzled-brain produced something that is decidedly Jenny (that's my more or less "real" name). Say it.
the longest text in pastebin - Pastebin.com The possibilities are literally endless. Wellbetter go before one of my two and half sane readers falls asleep:) Seeya! Why, that would be insane, wouldn't it? Maybe, some day far in the future (like next Thursday) I'll print a copy of this insane text. I think. I sure hope other zoos won't copy them. Good. The distance between the two extremes of how much I could have won is 1000np, making me feel like I've won much more than if I'd played a normal game. There's even a money back guarantee. Well, next time you buy your $3 FREAKIN' dollar bottle of water, consider this. Oh, well. Anyway, that's my rant on the new generation that contains my little sister. If so, I guess I won't be writing here for quite awhileseeya. I will show you an example with this completly true stuff that I experienced several years ago. ME: Yep. Then, when I win 500 additional np, I move to the 500np point. It was fairly fun. I'm back! Yes. Think about that old saying about "If you gave an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters, eventually they would reproduce the entire works of Shakespear". But the secret doesn't exist so they are stupid. But studying the way that Faulkner wrote when he turned to the subjects he knew best provides an object lesson on how powerful a literary resource intimacy can be. And most people don't even come here. What values, you say? Now you may be wondering what horrible beast is Moose's arch-enemy. Especially that duct tape. (Like alternate dimensions and stuff) So, there is a world where you are the creator of this Longest Text Ever. All along, my entire family has scoffed (nifty word, isn't it?) And I became inspired to talk about nothing. I've been a paranoid, conspiracy seeking mood lately and the newest threat to my sanity is: smoke detectors! But then, I'm meand you're you. The world of literature is full of examples of sprawling monologues and multi-line descriptions, but it was American writer William Faulkner who was featured in the 1983 Guinness Book of World Records for his lengthy passage from his 1936 book, Absalom, Absalom! I don't exactly have a good track record with virtual pets. There is a world where you are a slave to your TOASTER OVEN. Stock up now with our Valu-Pak to recieve 3-metric tons of Ketchup, all for the low, low price of your brain, since you're obviously not using it anyway. It's hard to type because of the bandaid on my finger. The whole meal thing was about the only interesting thing to happen during the week. I learned this from my calculator. Or perhaps not. Uhyou don't have to take the subliminal stuff seriously. I don't think I have any conspiracy theoriesexcept pop-ups/pop-unders. Though the record has been broken, Faulkner's legacy lives on. HA! Today we had a "family outing." Later that day, she decided we were NOT going north, we were going south to a beach resort. For all you know you could be staring at that freaky 3-D maze screen saver with a blank look on your face while you THINK you're reading an inhumanly long text. It means that WAL-MART TV IS EVIL! what I fear comes right after here not this life or the next will I ever be able to pass the test? ", or "Wow, I never knew that!" Despite its inclusion in the dictionary, it's generally considered superfluous, having been coined simply to claim the title of the longest English word. Only if I had multiple personalities. Even though air is light, that much air adds up. Subliminal messanging also explains the successes of certain fast-food resteraunts, and brand name items. Right now, I have another twenty minutes on the Internet before I'm gonna watch T.V. Unless you have a digital camera, which are a symbol of freedom from the old ways and willing enslavement to the new ways. Work. Well, at least she knows that slaves were involved in the war. Humor the crazy person, okay? I thought it was. *hides large ax behind back* Come here, topic! Wasn't that semi-entertaining? We KNEW how terrible it was, but we just didn't bother to change it. AwwwwwI'm touched! Today's rant is a panic rant. It feels unstoppable, and then it stops. In any caseit's awful. aSk anybody. So far two whole people (to my knowledge) have read the entire thing, and a few people have skimmed it. Then, when it's in German, or whatever, translate it back to English. Wellbetter goI need to plan this out moreI'm back. *blinks* Wowso I'm NOT paranoid. I've seen it. MOOSE! And now, back to our featured presentation. Did it make more sense that this text? Aren't you happy?
When William Faulkner Set the World Record for Writing the Longest I even impress myself. *drags reader back* See, I knew you'd stay! My calculator is nifty. Seeya. Plus, I am horrible at spelling. Hi, I'm back. Look how long this has gotten. It must have cost a fortune to feednot to mention the mess. Keep pressing it. Strange, huh? And hotand smoky. And absolutly NO air-pressure. We're not sure. These cookies will be stored in your browser only with your consent.
[Copy and paste OK! Example sentence] How to write a "Reply" email? are completly accidental and are not the fault/responsibility of the creators. That means I really can justify claiming to have two and a half readers! *sigh* *sniffle* *snort* *insert word that is a sound that begins with an "s" here* I don't have much time, so, I must be brief. I finnaly get some free time to rant and rave and all my topics just magically melted away. OkayI'm backI think that eventually half of this thing will consist of the word back over and over againthat's just weird. Neo is told that he has two choices. *sigh* There are no topics anywhere near me. Or, if I was weirder than I am, I could at least kill the monkey with the organ and eat it. You thought you'd gotten rid of me. Let's seewhat have I ranted about before, subliminal messages, vast breakfast cereal conspiracies, water, uhreality tv?
The Book-Length Sentence - Essay - The New York Times Or maybe not. **** MY NAVEL ITCHES!! One of these people (who shall remain nameless untill such time that I have explicit permission to use her name) turned out to be almost as weird as me. And then the quality will rise. And very concerned about this new, younger generation (all 10 year olds who were born in 1992) They are supposed to be the future. GRRR!! Every fantasy the human mind has concieved exist at some place in the universe. The following is an extremely weird poem-thingy that I wrote when I was in a relatively weird mood: never mind that noise my dear can anyone pass the cheese only if you say pretty please oh, boy do I have to sneeze. When I was at a TAB poetry thingy (TAB is good TAB is great We love TAB) I met some new people. If not, then some day, when the Internet is down and I'm really bored, I will construct a model OFCR and attempt to launch it. I'm finnaly back! That way I can just outlaw the need for gravity and air pressure! This category only includes cookies that ensures basic functionalities and security features of the website. Follow him at@jdmagness, by Josh Jones | Permalink | Comments (30) |. What if the smoke detectors have tiny litte cameras in them? Introduction In the business world, communication by e-mail is indispensable. I'm gonna start counting how many times I say back. I swear. That means I take four classes this semester and four different classes next year. TACO will eventually destroy him. When she came back, 'lo and behold, she had a tan. Does it even matter? I'm back. And more than slightly embarassed. Thank the powers that be for spell-check. CAT CHOW!!! Pythagoras Theorem is a + b = c. Anyway, seeya! Good-bye. Now I have a purpose in life! How do you PROVE something is not infinite? That was sort of a topic, even though it was sort of random. You expect far to much of the inanimate world. Gone would be the days when parents told children to play outside, it's a nice day. Number Seven: I could drive people crazy. I've done what I've set out to accomplish. And I've realized that I am a complete idiot. *sniffle* i do, too. But somewhere, it exists. That meant that my mother would be in the back, with me and my younger, eviler sister. Or maybe not. It's about the (supposedly) infinite nature of the universe. It's been practically proven that Ketchup transforms into a highly intoxicating (non-addictive) delicious substance upon returning from the 5th Dimension. Because I do. What if, eventually, Earth's gravity get's very very strong, and we all imploud from the squishyness? I'm allergic to parts of it, have irrational fears about others and I'm pretty sure it's against my Jenny religionalong with eating mashed potatoes, or potatoes of any kind. Someone could have super-disolving spit, or watery-spit. Wellnow that I think about itaccording to my theory, ALL conspiracies are real and mislabled "paranoid" people are really the only ones who see the truth. Then he preceeded to trash my room, scattering kleenex everywhere.
It makes me sad*sniffle* WellI feel better now. It was sad. OhI'm rambling again, aren't I? WE got it at Wal-mart. Couldn't you just stick some jelly in a piecrust and bake it? And I can't think of anything else to do. To support Open Cultures educational mission, please consider making a donation. Some of my pages have stuff written in to make search engines recognize me, but it doesn't seem to be working. But that is irrelevant. Of course, you also end life by sneezing, eating, sleeping, and watching T.V. She was upset, because she had accidently run over an armidillo. That's right, a sword! I rule theer*random Loyal Minion whispers in ear* That's right! You mean that I'm just randomly responding regardless of your reactions? AhhhI see your confusion! These people have obviously suffered major brain damage from their prolonged exposure to the sun. . Hits all right. Right now, while you are sitting in your "chair" and eating your "junk food", millions of almonds are commiting suicide. If I were to suddenly convert this entrie site into a *shudders* Backstreet Boys fan site or something, you wouldn't be any more suprised than I would be if my brother woke up one day and suddenly realized that he's shallow. I'll only say that it was the first game you could "talk" to and was the first (and only) N64 virtual pet. But people buy name brands. Maybe fact check before coming up with such blatant lies. There is always someone worse off and better off than you. It'd be cool. That teaches our youth that it's okay to agree to help someone, and then ruin their experiment. I rule the Internet! Moving on, I have nothing else to say, but don't feel like quitting just yet. Hmmmmmwhat is this world coming to? Unless someone does something, Neo, Morpheus and many others will die. What line of buisness, do you ask? Sometimes I just do this, you know? Immediatly, my mother started complaining. An enemy so terrifying that Moose cannot stop shaking. !STARE DEEP INTO THE STINKING ABYSS OF MY INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED SLICES!!! :) Seeya! With a shake, the future is revealed! But it's not. The previous sentence made absolutly no sense. Now I'm back again. RISE UP AND BARE YOUR BISCUIT FILTY FANGS AT THE LEASH WIELDING DEMON!! Sorry if I complained a lot. Although I tell you she can't possibly be normal, since she hangs out with me. Far away. It's annoying. Since there are many opportunities to communicate with customers and colleagues using e-mail, mastering how to write reply e-mails, subject line expressions, and how to use example sentences is one of the essential skills. Warning: this product is illegal in most states) Wasn't that entertaining? That must be it. Not that I know anything about medicineor cancer for that matter. You seewhen it's hot, you want something cold to eat. Yea, me! I admit it. I'm back. And I only took the quiz once, too. It only takes a little light to help those thingies, and smoke detectors provide more than a little. And do I ever have a topic today! But, my stupid internal alarm clock is starting to wake me up around six. Which would be boring. Isn't that like a slang term for an insult? I gots stuff to do! JOsh says it was only one piece of cake. All because YOU tried to convince me that I was crazy. You know the one. The actually think that their skin's efforts to protect them are ATTRACTIVE. So, fellow conspiracy nuts: Take down the evil governmental safety device and take it apart. The moon has one-sixth of Earth's gravity. Waitaren't I already doing that? This has been a weird day. Then you'll see these cute little "days-of-the-week" earrings at the mall, and you'll just have to get a few sets, just in case you lose some. There was a sample essay online. It sucked. Making me(The Patron Saint of Paperclips) the Ruler of the Laws of Nature! The 2.4 million words sentence is published in four volumes of Nigel Tomm's novel 'The Blah Story' (i.e., volumes 16, 17, 18 and 19). Unfortunalty, several of those reasons LEGITAMITLY apply to a certain activity I do every Tuesday, which WILL NOT BE NAMED HERE LEST I GIVE IT POWER OVER ME! Anyone just randomly typing letters will eventually accidently write a word, right? You say it didn't let you out? Perhaps my family is just so weird, we've lost all sense of perspective. I repeat, lock all you doors and windows, this is it. Not a member of Pastebin yet? Who am I kidding. from graduation. After standing around a lotthe ceremony started. No! GeeI sure hope it wasn't poisonous.
Longest math problem copy and paste | Math Theorems It gave me new insight into how weird I am. Sothe plan is going to fail. YES, I'M YELLING! Furthormore, is it considered accepted behavior to talk to these dead reptiles, in a cooey, baby talky kind of voice? I'm pretty sure that the "smelly yellow ball" that he started throwing was his own feces (poo). I salute those people. THAT IS ALL. Our "spray" kills over 99.9% of "faeries" (which are much to small to see) Our "spray" also kills most disease causing agents, like rats, or pigeons. there were lots of fireworks. Jonathan Coe's new novel - The Rotters' Club - contains a sentence of 13,955 words. To make up quotes from the non-existent Flaming Chicken Handbook, which Im sure you have a copy of. And any weirdness I could come up with would be normal compared to Noodle Boy, soI bid thee farewellseeya! I've spent the past three years of my life EXPECTING each semester to be like a mini-year. Two and a half hours of homework (total) to be precise. BRINGING $#$$# KIDS IN A BAR!? I'm going. Goodwhat? Because I have nothing else to do right now. That's why I like fast-food salt. Apparantly my standards of weird have gone up. Seeya! Seeyahmmm..I wonder if there's subliminal stuff in my computerI'm back. It's called Hit-Or-Miss, any topics, plot, etc. THey might havve been important, but we keep forgetting them. HOW, I ask you!? He then leaves them under his owners car.
2023 Long Paragraphs for Her Copy and Paste - Limitlesso The number of licks, I mean. That way, she can pass the test without actually learning anything. Sentences can be made arbitrarily long in various ways. we clapped. There is a world where you are a faerie. Some are answers to e-mails, the rest are just stuff I wrote. Did you understand that? Noone can do everything, so how can you expect a SIGN, with the I.Q. As you read this Historicly Accurate Anecdote, you must realize the parallel between it and the fable The Emperoro's New Clothes. We made a guild, and I wrote out the transcripts of the first ever Asparagus War in narrative form (mock epic, very cheesey) Since it's very, very long, I'll post it here to meet my imaginary word quota for the day! You could travel in a straight line at the speed of light for a million years and all you'd prove is that the universe is really, really big. I have very low expectations of my site. And John F. Kennedy (JFK) was an alien bent on global domination. How did you ever guess? I'm just as upset about this unfortunate lack of development in the pie division. Help me! OH, DON'T YOU SEE THE TOENAILS?!! Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook states that the Patron Saint of Paper Clips (thats me) is allowed to cause vague, pain like sensations while the offending person (or alien life form, dog, etc.) CHEESE!!! Shoot them down like the dogs they are! and Jones: Sho, Kernel; sho now and catching him as he fell and commandeering the first passing wagon to take him to the house and carry him up the front steps and through the paintless formal door beneath its fanlight imported pane by pane from Europe which Judith held open for him to enter with no change, no alteration in that calm frozen face which she had worn for four years now, and on up the stairs and into the bedroom and put him to bed like a baby and then lie down himself on the floor beside the bed though not to sleep since before dawn the man on the bed would stir and groan and Jones would say, flyer I am, Kernel. We eventually reached our destination after 16 hours of virtually non-stop driving. Try it. And then go door to door distributing it. I sincerely appologize if anyone is offended by my view of memorization. EVIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!!! If that's not a vast conspiracy, then nothing on this Earth is. Even though it gains pleasure from squishing my spine. Everyone, clap for "Meg".I gotta goseeya later! It's time to warn you, the viewererreaderabout the evils of various stuff. If you don't believe that all that air has weight, try going into space sometime. There was something else I had to tell you loyal *cricket chirps, someone coughs* fans. I'm back, and I had yet another Asparagus War with some people. Parents would buy their children computers, video games and other television neccesities. I'll will most likely still be adding to this on my death bed. I think. you will all suffer as i have suffered when and if you graduate. I hope not. When I'm older, I would like to have a fursuit, go to furry conventions, all that stuff. I can't remember what. I am writing to let you know that I have received an email from {name of recipient}. It's not fair! I don't want to play the stupid animal war card game 'cause the stupdi bear gets eaten by an eaagle.. goodbye ssslllee0yyyyslllllllleeeeeeeepppppppppppppyyyyyyyyyyy iiiiiiiiissssssssssssss gggggggggoooooooooooooddddddddddddd. As you can see, I was in a very interesting state of mind. Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realized at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who must have seen his situation as that of the show girl, the pony, who realizes that the principal tune she prances to comes not from horn and fiddle and drum but from a clock and calendar, must have seen himself as the old wornout cannon which realizes that it can deliver just one more fierce shot and crumble to dust in its own furious blast and recoil, who looked about upon the scene which was still within his scope and compass and saw son gone, vanished, more insuperable to him now than if the son were dead since now (if the son still lived) his name would be different and those to call him by it strangers and whatever dragons outcropping of Sutpen blood the son might sow on the body of whatever strange woman would therefore carry on the tradition, accomplish the hereditary evil and harm under another name and upon and among people who will never have heard the right one; daughter doomed to spinsterhood who had chosen spinsterhood already before there was anyone named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make him borrow to cut away the weeds from the door-and at last forced him to use though not to cut weeds, at least not vegetable weeds -would lean for two years) and wore still after the aunts indignation had swept her back to town to live on stolen garden truck and out o f anonymous baskets left on her front steps at night, the three of them, the two daughters negro and white and the aunt twelve miles away watching from her distance as the two daughters watched from theirs the old demon, the ancient varicose and despairing Faustus fling his final main now with the Creditors hand already on his shoulder, running his little country store now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter o f his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demons command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before 61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-bes wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying `Sho, Mister Tawm each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old mans state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, Kill them! Sure, certain members of my family do pay WAY to much attention to fasion, but that's just because of the expectations of society. Pastebin.com is the number one paste tool since 2002. If you expect nothing, and get nothing, you feel nothing. UnfortunantlyI must leavebefore the confusion spreads and I do something stupidlike revealing my one weakness before youTHAT'S IT! I know. There is exactly 500 units of distance between the two extremes of winning amounts (0 and 500) BUT! With the exact same words, motions and emotions. Woooo!
Longest math problem copy and paste - Math Index Because it is in those veyr colors that the Matrix is programmed! Now I'd better go and torture my Moose with it:) I am officially back. *scrunches eyes and makes funny sounds* Nope. Pastebin is a website where you can store text online for a set period of time. What's really fun is to translate an English saying, like out of sight, out of mind. Nor can I find it on any search engines. See? So if you're not most people, you've made it down this far without skipping, skimming or getting the spark notes version. Speaking of food, what's up with pie? Gambling is so much fun! As we all know, the world is going to end in about 380,695 days! Not that my mother is annoyingjust set in her ways. *giggling* It's very, very late at nite. 189,819 Letters Yes, that number is correct. This has been bothering me for a while. WellI DO have a special treat for you weirdos who apparantly like wasting time! I translated it from German to English and got "I am the Moved Taco!" You got me started. Although why you'd be here if you didn't want to read is beyond me. Of course, if everything is realthen the Universe is pretty contradictory. I think this is so cool that he spent this time on it but who would really read this all, omg i have to read this about a week and im done and i just want to say this have made my day, i have wrote a story which has 12083 words in it. But does anyone test "pure" water? dont you know that you only need be afraid of fear and never anything here and certainly not a post that acts like a ghost? If I told you, I'd have to kill you and all that stuff. Extract all sentences ''' <summary> ''' Extracts all sentences from a text block. I'm sorry that today's rant isn't random, insane or completely chaotic, but I must right my experience with The Matrix before I forget. I have readers. It's like this. Why am I writing? The title contains the longest word. It's pushing down on me, squishing my spine. Was it coherent? E-mail. I think. Unfortunatly, I once again am devoid of a topic. I should be asleep. They are the samething, with the same look, and almost same name.
The Longest Story in The World : African Folk Tales : Fable : Animals Receive our Weekly Newsletter. *g8ggles* bye. Yeah. Makes you think that the long held belief that Kodak conspired with the JFK assasin(s) is normal. Right now, I'm just typing so that no one can say that I've been slacking off. If you judged everything by what it doesn't acomplish, then the entire world is populated by pointless beings. I'm completly and totally addicted. The majority of readers would concur that it sometimes takes more than one reading to fully understand an extremely long sentence in a book.