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WAIDAMINIT!! OkayI can do it. And really angry, and confused. Wait till you see her in angry mob form!" I'm backand it's several hours later. I mean, I don't think I could afford a monkey, and I'm not exactly on the streets. You cannot deny the logic of my thinking! My groupwellwe either went hysterical or crazy, I can't decide which. And #5: You can give each of your pets several weird names such as: Ringling-Raison-Bailey-Suzana-Midnight-Schultz, Squirell, Moose, Moose-Moose, Moosey-Moose, Linzey-Moose, Muffin, Squirell-Muffin, Yabby-Doodle, Abby Normal, Wiggle-Baby, Wiggle-Muffin, Witle-Baby, Cheese-Monkey, Muffin-With-Squirell-Juice, Squirell-With-Muffin Juice, Moosey-Juice, Squirell-Monkey, etc. Why, you ask? I then copied and pasted the German and put it in the text box. You thought you'd gotten rid of me. I'm gonna start counting how many times I say back. Was it coherent? The majority of readers would concur that it sometimes takes more than one reading to fully understand an extremely long sentence in a book. CEASE YOUR FLATULENT WINDS AND HEAR MY MIND NUMBING EXPULSIONS OF WICKED NOISE! Now, some of you are probably thinking "Gee, Really? We got there, we ate. I don't want to be in this messI'm going to bed. I gives you imaginary IOU'shereyours. Now no one can ever say that I don't take care of my viewers. You expect far to much of the inanimate world. Oooo..I'm a poet, and don't I know it? This seemed slightly unpracticle, so we ended up not taking that 337 mile detour. Not only that, Dum-B-Gon: stimulates weight loss, cures "any" illness, does simple houshold chores, never leaves the toilet seat up and is the perfect gentle companion for your kids. Next semester will be almost exactly like this one. Why do I have to work year round? Happy? Naturally when it was announced that we'd be eating dinner in this place, I could hardly contain my excitment(I glared at my mother and asked why we couldn't go to Pizza Hut) When we arrived, we were promptly served (after thirty minutes) In the meantime, we played a family game of pool(my parents played while my brother and sister and I watched) After two rousing rounds, our food came. I was inspired by the various other "longest texts ever" on the internet, and I wanted to make my own. maybe the longest text ever. *yet another highly dramatic, time-consuming sigh* I need a topic. I think. Oh, sorry, I thought you knew I was a furry. The possibilities are literally endless. Thank-you for your time. I better go. Wasn't it super? I've heard of poems and stuff written by people who were high, insane or paranoid. Some of the pages of this site contain a link encouging the two and a half people to e-mail the Patron Saint of Paper Clips. All this information and more is yours for the low, low price of 5 payments of $29.99! Anyway, sorry for the lack of relative weirdness, conspiracy theories and doughnuts (my Moose ate them all). Yeah, this doesn't mean anything to you. TWO MILES? As long as the bear blends in, you know? Right now, my spacebar is malfunctioningthat's not goodI have to press it two or three times just to insert a freaking space. I'm gonna quit for now. I'm completly and totally addicted. I fought with vegitables, covered myself in bubble wrap, groveled before the Great Banana and dodge skittles and flying doughnuts and rubber chikens. Especially since I don't have viewers. And lots of you are probably gloating 'cause you don't have to get up 'till 8:30. A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J,K! She HATES and FEARS it. Sure, certain members of my family do pay WAY to much attention to fasion, but that's just because of the expectations of society. YeahI knowpathetic. Math is so picky. Kodak, as you may know, is a film developing company. I can even see the shadow of my hand on the wall from the light those things shed. You don't know either? This is chaos. I hope not. Speaking of virtual pets, I'm revamping the ones on this site. Oh, yeah! And I feel weird! The previous sentence made absolutly no sense. I have a guest rant/fake commercial written by "Meg" (who is once again banned from accessing the almighty Internet). Hmmmmmmm. Now think of 100 people typing randomly. They are not great neccesarily because of the content, (although that helps some) they are great because of their sheer length. You're shocked at my selfish, bad, memory. He tried to kill me! And not so cheesed off about the whole tootsie roll pop thing. I suppose that is the bane of all authors. Doesn't that just make you proud to be weird? I'd rather drink the "impure" tap water where at least I KNOW that someone, somewhere tested it. (may the moose be with you) And now I am back. 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! My dad. For all you know, you could be halucinating my entire site! Founder @ World's Best Story amplifier of creativity & fun! That's right! And secret? For that theory to work, I'd have to be psychicor in possesion of a freaky time-traveling computer. These cookies will be stored in your browser only with your consent. The longest word entered in most standard English dictionaries is Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis with 45 letters. It's a time honored tradition. OhI'm rambling again, aren't I? Speaking of animals, there's a cat in California who is a kleptomaniac (likes to steal stuff). Yes, it goes on and on my friend. Lots of gooey talent. She didn't think it was weird, either. Or not. Confusing, huh? | 0.47 KB, Python | It really lets me get to know you. I feel like I'm playing questions only on whose line is it anway. Then I realized that the buldozer already HAD been invented. Chomp" And he bites it. I should be asleep. All because YOU tried to convince me that I was crazy. What ever shall I do? My school system is stuck in the pastand formal attire meansa dressa white dress(for those you who never bothered to find outI am indeed female). Hits all right. I don't care if I have to ride the bus home if I stop work. I think I hear a monkeyOkaynow I'm back. Okay. The workers would then be able to afford more entertainment items and the upward spiral would continue, as opposed to the evil downward spiral of my writing. Either way, Kodak is undeniably evil. This has been bothering me for a while. *there's that darn cricket again* And I have a genuine question to ask all of my loyal readers *cough-cough* Okay, here it is: Is it normal for a non-gender specific sibling to carry around various dead reptiles (snakes, turtles, lizards etc.) You don't see them, but your subconsious (dreaming) mind does. We slept. All rights reserved. Awwwwisn't he cute? If you want neat, go to some other site(though, as mentioned in Flaming Chickens Code:472 there is no such thing as a site better than this one). I have no problem with Lit. How do you PROVE something is not infinite? Whereas I'm more into the whole ranting and raving stage right now. But now I realize that I am considerably more normal than the rest of my family. You remember my Moose's arch-enemy, don't you? Now, you must realize that I have described only one aspect of this movie of all movies. All contents of this site were designed for entertainment purposes only. Which is why it's not even 10:00 and here I am, typing. Let's see: 12345! You people sicken me. The vendors even play whimsical music which I strongly suspect contains subliminal messages to make you hungry for ice cream. We'd probably go crazier. Doesn't that make you feel better? Or maybe not. This is actually my third attempt at doing this. It'd probley be as popular as those game shows that no one's ever heard of. Sodoesn't that make you want to take Kansas' side (I sincerly appologize if you are from Kansas). Why are you afraid of little ol' me? Josh wants his thought back. Especially since I'm bothering to write all this. This is just way too much of a change at once. www.flaming-chickens.com! Okay, I'm done with that litte commercial. Even though air is light, that much air adds up. I needs the duct tape! Please allow 6-8 weeks for delivery. The end is not here. Of course, you also end life by sneezing, eating, sleeping, and watching T.V. Goodbyeoh, and the fresh chicken wings might be to blame. And the plan would have failed and Neo might have died, along with a large portion of the city (the building was set to blow if there was any intruders) SoNeo's choice to attempt to save Trinity triggered the sequence of events that led to her death. While you wait for yesterday's tomorrow, lunge back and remember that day. As you read this Historicly Accurate Anecdote, you must realize the parallel between it and the fable The Emperoro's New Clothes. Hello, everyone! I'm leaving. "lower the quality"? Each Friday, I wait (all tingly with anticipation) for the weekend so that I can stay up 'till the wee hours of the morning and sleep past noon. Which is exactly what it gets. I was alerted to this growing problem in our world community by (Kat, the ruler of all that is almondy)and it greatly concerns me. The winner not only gets the million-dollar prize, they get the chance to produce the show they created. I would be. Longest Word in English (189,819 Letters) a guest . While studying at Johns Hopkins University, Barth found himself writing about his native Eastern Shore Maryland in a pastiche style of middle Faulkner and late Joyce. He may have won some praise from a visiting young William Styron, but the finished opus didnt flyfor one thing, because Faulkner intimately knewhis Snopses and Compsons and Sartorises, as I did not know my made-up denizens of the Maryland marsh. The advice to write only what you know may not be worth much as a universal commandment. Not that I exactly have a word quota for the day. I have heard some feedback suggesting that I make someway for people to remember where they stopped reading. Or, if I was weirder than I am, I could at least kill the monkey with the organ and eat it. No one has even bothered to e-mail them to me*sniffle*. Don't worry, I'll go to bed soon. And they pushed my toes together. Oh, well. You give to me? OH, SO SPLENDID!! No matter how unlikely something is, if the universe is infinite, it's happening an infinite number of times. Had this been an actual emergency, we would have bought up all the can openers and charged 3 cows and a pig for each one. You say it didn't let you out? Oh, well. Either way, I'm here. It is the extraordinary sensory quality of his prose that enabled Faulkner to get away with writing the longest sentence in literature, at least according to the 1983 Guinness Book of World Records, a passage from Absalom, Absalom! It means that WAL-MART TV IS EVIL! 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.) Or suffer my blindingly moronic nail messages. responsible for any faulty wiring or lack thereof in your computer. I tend to make those tiny mistakes, and get bad grades, even if I understand the concepts. Anyway, I promise to go back to my usual routine the next time I rant here. These cookies do not store any personal information. The huge run-on sentence consists of 1,288 words and countless clauses. I thought of a topic on the way home, but forgot it. And, if you call within the next ten minutes you get a free eight ball with the one you buy! Today, in my (Honors) English class, we did group work. And that's just what I can list from memory. Did you know, that Kodak was part of the conspiracy to assasinate John F. Kennedy. This is because she memorizes the questions. Last night I was super-charged with lots of sugar and not a lot of sleep. Wellthat just makes me filled with gooey happiness. Keep pressing it. She didn't know. ONly not really. She is a heavy-set Yorkshire Terrior (12 lbs.) Random people will think they've gone crazy, after a seemingly innocent visit to the zoo. I, being weird, am pretty much immune to such expectations. Just "imagine" I have more!? I don't exactly know where it isoh, well. Called the Boolean Pythagorean Triples problem, it was Solve Now. And now, a word from our non-existant sponsor. Okay, the whole braves thing is made up. Anyway, I just finished rereading my longest text ever. and even if they could it wouldn't do them any good because it would scare them instead of the aformentioned individual. Said order will in no way be held responsible for any damages, injuries, loss of life, limb, head, or organs. It's so completly garbled, it's funny. Conviently, ice cream trucks come around during the hottest part of the year (it must be a conspiracy). [9] [10] [11] See also [ edit] Longest word in English Longest words References [ edit] ^ a b Stephen Crain; Diane Lillo-Martin (1999). "Yep, Bill, time to dump the arsnic in so it tastes pure!" I can't remember what I was gonna rant about. It's true, and all, but I have no proof about wal-mart, or certain fast food resteraunts. theni got to go stand while people said a lot of stuff. In any case, I hope you enjoyed our patheticness. Immediatly, my mother started complaining. Come on, think about it! Get the best cultural and educational resources on the web curated for you in a daily email. But never senile. The fake blood seeped into the open wound. "Meg" wrote it for a school assignment. Seeya. By the time the smoke dector goes off, the fire has drowned it out to no more than an annoying buzz. And not so pissed at my weird family. Well, I dont want to organize this page, in any manner. It was one of my friends. I'll add a link to the main page when I get around to it. A profound statement, if I ever heard one. 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. I said "The Union fought" With a crack, snaple and pop, some random synapses in her brain connected in the right order and she said "CONFEDERACY!!!" I'd probley come here, but that isn't much of a surprise. That's the rant of the week, month, year, whatever. But somewhere, it exists. thats iti so tiredbye-bye. Why can't I have more readers?! Then everyone would cut and scrape themselves to be covered in scabs. *cheesy super-hero voice* Well, fear not, random citizen, for I, PSOPC am here! If you can sleep through a raging fire, close enough to set off the smoke detector, then you are definitly going to sleep through the smoke detector. Unless we spray-painted the snow purple, too. Follow him at@jdmagness, by Josh Jones | Permalink | Comments (30) |. It was as if it had been just sitting therewaiting for me to discover it. MOstly donut cake. It deludes all of American's sweet, innocent, candy-loving children into thinking that a cartoon owl is smarter than they are! After a horrific chain of events (is it coincidence, or fate) the people who will deactivate the secondary power source of the building Neo is infiltrating, die. Now I'm back again. See? *Squirell wanders off in search of electrical sockets to sniff* What's that, Hypothetical Reader? Or maybe you're just skimming. It's creepy. Still later that day, she got offended at some trivial thing and decided that we weren't going anywhere at all. (Like alternate dimensions and stuff) So, there is a world where you are the creator of this Longest Text Ever. So if you have an infinite number of people, some are going to have entire books of coherent stuff. Space is notorious for not having air. If you you don't have time to waste, what are you doing here?!!! After all, I've been to the Really Really Big Button That Doesn't Do Anything website over 50 times. No? It'd be like when you go to the bottom of the ocean, only with gravity instead of pressure*shudders* Pressure is evil, too. Most book lovers would agree that coming across a very long sentence in a novel can sometimes require multiple reads to comprehend. Those TACO buttons don't make themselves, you know. When I related this story to my friends (including "Meg") they thought it was hilarious. This website uses cookies to improve your experience while you navigate through the website. You want me to stay. Now, a long time ago, people were sort of smarter. That way, she can pass the test without actually learning anything.