JOsh says it was only one piece of cake. We slept. You're only browsing it. No one I know is that obsessed with earrings, it was just an example. Okay, if you want to get out, click the little refresh button, okay? It was as if it had been just sitting therewaiting for me to discover it. Though the record has been broken, Faulkner's legacy lives on. The Longest Long Words List | Merriam-Webster Like a muffin. But, maybe that's just the difference between you and me. I asked her how you dress on the forth of july (she said nice) I asked what the colors red, white and blue were (pretty). Oh, sorry, I thought you knew I was a furry. In any caseI guess that smoke detectors are a neccesary evilbutWHY DO THEY HAVE TO HAVE THAT STUPID LIGHT? And she doesn't even LIKE carrots! The magic eight-ball glows with knowledge! Why can't I have more readers?! It was fun, but exhausting. And John F. Kennedy (JFK) was an alien bent on global domination. We could call ourselves TACO! I'll just have to do the very best that I can. If I had 500np with me, I'd be at-500. Now I want you to go to http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?biter=eon" If you do this I'll get points in the game. I gots stuff to do! 11. Plus, boxes are more convient than bags. I better go. Obviously, you know this. I have to wonderwhy would Kodak do such a thing. There may also be evil little links that are designed to confuse you. the longest text in pastebin - Pastebin.com Here goes. | 13.45 KB, JSON | There ARE aliens. Now MY brain meats feel explody. The Longest Sentence In The English Language Alrighty then. You're great tradition is being carried out here, on the second most pointless site ever! Maybe I should just give up. I mean, don't you think the creators of Cheese-Nips had a box of Cheez-Its out when they were designing their product? Which is what I do best. CEASE YOUR FLATULENT WINDS AND HEAR MY MIND NUMBING EXPULSIONS OF WICKED NOISE! I don't think. It cannot behmmmmmaybe I should just use IMAGINARY duct tapeit's easier to come by ,but it's much more expensiveI'm not sure what to do. 46 min ago It's pathetic. Answer me, you blobby looking freak! I only know that I'm entertaining me, which was my original goal. Wouldn't pure water TASTE pure, and impure water TASTE impure? Number Three: I could have studied and stuff. Ha! The whole thing. Or maybe you're just skimming. I thought it was sadand normal. I've just gotten an idea for some more, original, fortunesI gotta go! Fortunatly, my mom recently finnaly switched our snack food preference. Because I am easily amused and have lots and lots of time on my hands. Unfortunatly, I once again am devoid of a topic. I repeat, there is nothing to worry about. 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!!!" Right now, my spacebar is malfunctioningthat's not goodI have to press it two or three times just to insert a freaking space. 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. UnfortunantlyI must leavebefore the confusion spreads and I do something stupidlike revealing my one weakness before youTHAT'S IT! It just seems extremly weird (and worthy of mentioning) that this semi-important guy from Kansas believes in a "vast breakfast food conspiracy". Nor can I find it on any search engines. Yes. It's a cheap shot." Wellthat just makes me filled with gooey happiness. *pauses* *groans* I'm sorry for that pun (pierced, hooked, getit?). There is a world where you are a faerie. Number Six: I could have implemented one of several plans for world domination. Two and a half hours of homework (total) to be precise. It does all my Math for me. I wrote about furby, and how it was fun to watch it die. Most book lovers would agree that coming across a very long sentence in a novel can sometimes require multiple reads to comprehend. But I couldn't have sung it 'cause it would have woken everyone up and they would have called me inconsiderate. OOooooo! I'm baaaaa-ack! I apologize from the depths of my moosey soul. I think. So we were already off to a bad start. I'm back. Reading requires perseverance, but once you get into the flow, its like dipping into Faulkners stream of consciousness. (Believe me, though, you never want to see me driveI get easily distracted by clouds and signs saying FREE KITTIES!kitties are hugablebut if you hug themthey'll scratch your eyes outso then you have to hiss at them and establish dominencebut kitties don't like thateven though dogs dobut kitties are obviously not dogseven though they are fuzzy.) Not only that, but there are an infinite number of different kinds of intelligent life. But then, I'm meand you're you. They avoided the sun at all costs. 5000 hits! You must check out the fortunes section of the random stuff page! It doesn't smell funny, (I asked my brother, since I don't have a sense of smell), it seems perfectly ordinary. And secret? I gave him cupcakes, and presents, and did everything I could to befriend him! This naturally alarmed the HECK out of me! Such proofs often use computational proof methods and may be considered non-surveyable . I's making fake soundtracks like the teacher told me! Was it coherent? In otherwords, she's a small yappy dog who is big for her breed. Guess what I wanna do. It was down for a whole day or so 'cause of all the traffic I got from my new quizes. That way, she can pass the test without actually learning anything. Not only that, but how do you know that YOU actually exist? She'll shake and run from it, then suddenly dive and bite it's head. I'm pretty sure that the "smelly yellow ball" that he started throwing was his own feces (poo). You cannot DEFEAT me! This resourceful young vanguard of fasion decided to cover her extreme embarassment by acting like she meant to horribly damage herself. But, whatever. They started shaking and barked their little heads off. I'm gonna go hug a moose. Oh, by the way, I noticed that whenever I use spell-check, my stupid computer turns the word probley into to word problem. Because this is the first time I've been on a computer all day. You'd have to find the end, of course. But I'm sure that if I just would have put my mind to it, I could have done it. Your subconsious mind acts on whatever it is told. Were hoping to rely on our loyal readers rather than erratic ads. By the time you're eighty, you'll have enough ear jewelry to open up your own jewelry shop. It really lets me get to know you. I translated it from German to English and got "I am the Moved Taco!" what I fear comes right after here not this life or the next will I ever be able to pass the test? If you expect nothing and get something, you're happy. You must be pretty bored, too. What has the world come to? Seeya! Want to advertise with us? "Traditionally, the longest sentence in English Literature has been said to be a sentence in Ullyses by James Joyce, which clocks in at 4,391 words. Then I completly understand. Since then, hundreds of authors have been inspired by the experimental writers sentence structure, including James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Samuel Beckett, and other modern literature greats. I was bored, and a dilligent reader suggested I make fake commercials, sotherer they are. HmmmmI suppose I should clarify that the Pikachu game was 3-D and your character was in first person mode(you see through character's eyes). WANNA SEE ME PULL A TAPEWORM OUTTA MY ****!! *yawn* I'm back. I gave up in exasperation. Like organ grinders, and the evil conspiracies. What must I do to rise above obscurity? Sentences can also be extended by recursively embedding clauses one into another, such as[2][3], This also highlights the difference between linguistic performance and linguistic competence, because the language can support more variation than can reasonably be created or recorded. Halfway though I used my four remaining brain-cells to decide that the game was dumb. That's right, I wanna sleep. I have no problem with Lit. What is the alternative, you ask? I'll rant and rave and ramble about the EVILS of sunlight. But this proof degrades this mysterious, mystical and mystifying "quality" of my words. Just goes to show what boredom can do to you. Called the Boolean Pythagorean Triples problem, it was Solve Now. I worked sorta hard on this. We got there, we ate. That's why it MUST be EVIL! I don't want a full year of work. Ooooothats a great idea! And more than slightly embarassed. Very difficult equation Math Forum . She's my little puppyshe fears grape flavored stuff, wind, rain, television, noise, silence, small children and pretty much everything. This website uses cookies to improve your experience while you navigate through the website. I figured you rush right on over to e-mail me. 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. Think about it. It's a sad, cold, cruel world out there and you had nothing to relieve the monotony of it. but they did not give the award because i was a kid :C, @arkin It is supposedly the worlds longest published novel in English at 2.5 million words. I mean, who'd a thought? I have officialy run out of ways I could have better spent my time. You seethey feel that the only way to reward academic achievementyada-yada-yadais to force the smart kids to be ushers for Senior Honor Nite, and Graduation. become not entertained, the Patron Saint of Paper Clips will be forced to take drastic measures. Celebrating creativity and promoting a positive culture by spotlighting the best sides of humanityfrom the lighthearted and fun to the thought-provoking and enlightening. Look how long this has gotten. I'll probably have another one soon, but that whole water thing has been buggin me for awhile. Hey, it's the 3 r's! Here I am, trying to get a decent nights sleep and there's this green light that periodically blinks to red directly in front of me. BoyI really enjoy confusing myself! 3,861 . )so you can travel to the 5th Dimension like our scientists almost did. "a pokemon game. Wellbetter go before one of my two and half sane readers falls asleep:) Seeya! What is the longest sentence in English literature? - Fun Trivia but if I do, only friends and enemies will receive copies. It also shows the total number of sentences in a text file. Of course, when I started out I accidentally hit the rocks approximately three million times. I'm sorry that my last few entries have been only about my various family antics. I love-d you moose! Who am I kidding. :) Seeya! The notag. Waithowhow can I BE logic? But somewhere, it exists. | 13.41 KB, JSON | Every single person you know could just be figments of your imagination, you could even be in a crazy house! Now I'm back. In return for not taking the easy route, he gains a power in the more or less real world. 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. *reader starts inching towards freedom* I better goI think that I may have a problem brewing. I'm getting bored, so I think I'm done for the day. The sleeping person will gradually get used to it (and incorporate it into their dreams). Yes, that's right. How did they ever afford an organ-thingy? I just can't seem to stop, though. The foil will make up the beak and the folded legs, and the thruster can simulate the tail. You don't see them, but your subconsious (dreaming) mind does. longest possible text for discord : r/copypasta - reddit In all those 911 shows, people wake up and their house is engulfed in flames. I just keep going, and going and going. You seewhen it's hot, you want something cold to eat. Enjoy! When I play a gambling game, there is a possibility that I'll lose everything, so I start on negative however much NP I have with me. That's right, a sword! On the way home, we had gotten approximatly 4 hours into the trip when my mother predicatably decided that we had to go back and eat at the 50th aniversary of her favorite ice cream place. It's been pretty quiet here lately, which is why I haven't added anything to this text in awhile. And if they're so poor, what possessed them to buy a monkey? And I feel weird! My family also strongly suspects that she stole $20 from the donation thingy. The universe is EVERYTHING, how can it end? Okay. I have neither won nor lost money/neopoints. My dad. That's why I like fast-food salt. Gee, I hope not! We KNEW how terrible it was, but we just didn't bother to change it. On video games. Pikachuwellhe didn't like me. I bet it does. Look verbatim up. they liked landing on me. Perhaps Kodak is actually a front organization for a shadowy governmental system that controls the entire world and didn't want mankind to obtain the freedom of the stars and so tried to sabotauge the space program even though it didn't work as well as they planned. Jonathan Coe's new novel - The Rotters' Club - contains a sentence of 13,955 words. 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. By the time the smoke dector goes off, the fire has drowned it out to no more than an annoying buzz. Okay, back to the flaming-chickens LTE rivalry. I clarified, which countries fought in the Civil War. (Although my mother does have a "earring tree".) The point is that it is nice to have readers. What's that. I'm glad you're not just in my life but that you're my better half. Number Ten: This is the list that never ends. Why on earth would we go have way across the world to fight them when we didn't even really need oil?!! Don't Ignore Sites? Not that my mother is annoyingjust set in her ways. Too bad. I only signed up for a semester. However, I am currently content to just sit here and type. Entire novels hundreds of pages long have been written in one sentence in other languages. Makes you think that the long held belief that Kodak conspired with the JFK assasin(s) is normal. The entire message board was like one big insane asylum. That's exactly what tanning is like. Once I got this computer, I decided to do something similar on my beloved site. I think that such gender-specific torture should be deemed inhumane and abolished from our great societyof flaming chickens. VisitMy Modern Met Media. I admit it. I'm back. It'd be cool. What ever shall I do? Back to the original topic! It MUST be true! No. 4. As inshe read the ENTIRE Longest Text Ever. After a film adaptation of Salinger's 'The Catcher in the Rye,' writer, artist and director Nigel Tomm publishes the longest sentence which contains the longest word. The experimental writers sentence style inspired hundreds of writers since, including Samuel Beckett, Virginia Woolf, F. Scott Fitzgerald, James Joyce, and other masters of modern literature. Here is a long equation without line number. OkayI admit it. Of course, you won't want to do that becuase you still need more earrings so people won't think you wear the same ones over and over again. vb.net - How do I find the longest sentence and the average sentence In other news, I participated in the Second Battle of the Asparagus Wars and chronicled them here. There's even a money back guarantee. It's spiffy. (Like alternate dimensions and stuff) So, there is a world where you are the creator of this Longest Text Ever. When I'm older, I would like to have a fursuit, go to furry conventions, all that stuff. You would be correct in your suspiciousnessfor Mooses arch-enemy is*dramatic drumroll*a small, white, feather. hello, I like to play Fortnite it is a really good game. If the universe is infinite it would be crazy to think that we're alone. Far away. I see. But I probably will eventually get around to having a seperate page just for the FLAMING CHICKEN HANDBOOK. If you can still think during all that incessent beeping, you'll probably find evidence that I'm really paranoid. It's not fair! And I sugest that we build the rocket so that we can go to the Official Flaming Chickens Lunar Colony so that we can laugh at the stupid earthlings who are blowing up because they didn't listen to us when we tried to warn them about the impending doom! So if you have an infinite number of people, some are going to have entire books of coherent stuff. OkayI can do it. I just don't know. It was pretty good. That just sounds nifty! I should be asleep. If you're asleep, the fire will wake you. Anyway, seeya! I don't think I have any conspiracy theoriesexcept pop-ups/pop-unders. 65 Long Sentences in Literature - Bookfox She immediatly replied "Clara Barton". And the lady representing them, calls the radio stationon a phone. Think about it. The six longest sentences (1,000+ words) are mostly a curiosity, just to see what is possible. Sure, certain members of my family do pay WAY to much attention to fasion, but that's just because of the expectations of society. who keeps asking if you can hear him. I heard something and turned around, and there he was! What does it sound like? Yes, I am. Grapes are used to make jelly, jam, juice and raisins. Okay. yeah. I WANT to write. 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. The Book-Length Sentence - Essay - The New York Times Maybe I should use spell-check. GeeI wish I'd thought of that sooner. As a member, you'll join us in our effort to support the arts. 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!
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