I tell people I know about this site, but they either ignore this page, or don't even bother coming to the site in the first place. It's strange. (may the moose be with you) And now I am back. And I promise not to force you to live when you would rather die. I think mine involved a jaunty song to sing. But you'd never prove it was infinite. When I was at a TAB poetry thingy (TAB is good TAB is great We love TAB) I met some new people. Look verbatim up. OR something. Now I want all you loyal fans*cricket chirps* to go to the link to see what I'm like. 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. Speaking of publishing, I do plan on somehow, someday publishing this as the first rambling narrative that makes no sense, and is about as interesting as rereading the almanac. Hits all right. Who would have thought I have this much free time? If (and this is a big if) the world DOES survive, we can beg them for food, oxygen and other supplies. *nods* Well, yeahI KNOW I'm actually typing instead of talking. Needless to say, we ignored her. Maybe I should put quotation marks around themnah, too much work. That must be it. As inshe read the ENTIRE Longest Text Ever. As long as the bear blends in, you know? While you wait for yesterday's tomorrow, lunge back and remember that day. My character is actually dodging the stupid rocks better now then when I controlled him. If you can still think during all that incessent beeping, you'll probably find evidence that I'm really paranoid. How could I forget the stupid Tootsie Roll Pop Commercials? TWEET. That's talent. The first use of "had had" is a modifier, and the second instance serves as the main verb of the sentence. CAT CHOW!!! There is a world where you are a faerie. RISE UP AND BARE YOUR BISCUIT FILTY FANGS AT THE LEASH WIELDING DEMON!! JOsh says it was only one piece of cake. Anyway, moving on! ", and translated it to German. To support Open Cultures educational mission, please consider, When William Faulkner Set the World Record for Writing the Longest Sentence in Literature: Read the 1,288-Word Sentence from, 100+ Online Degree & Mini-Degree Programs. *waits for readers to become insanely jealous* Yep, that's right, a bar with a pool table! I believe that she was just listing countries she knows America has fought against. Okay, the whole braves thing is made up. Now who's the crazy one? But, if you expect something and get something you feel nothing. Can a senile person write? Here is a long equation without line number. It's yours for only 3 bi-monthly payments of $3.95 ($3,95,000 on days ending in "y")Don't forget, Dum-B-Gon is practically guaranteed! I may NEVER shut up. E-mail. It says that in black ander lime green! The following is everything I wrote during that sugar-coated time period. I'm not exactly sure who they are, but: thanks! I am so buying this movie when it comes out on DVD. 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. I HAVE POWERS PINTO BEANS CAN ONLY DREAM OF! 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. It deludes all of American's sweet, innocent, candy-loving children into thinking that a cartoon owl is smarter than they are! It sucked. Such proofs often use computational proof methods and may be considered non-surveyable . After all, isn't that basicly what the best teachers do? I've been obsessed with various webcomics, creating the stupidly long new Phobia Quiz and being maniacly hysterical about my site always being down due to bandwith issues. I hope not. This is a list of unusually long mathematical proofs. By clicking Accept, you consent to the use of ALL the cookies. It's true, and all, but I have no proof about wal-mart, or certain fast food resteraunts. In school, back before I even owned a computer, I'd type random words for long periods of time, 'cause I had nothing better to do. My family has always bought Cheez-Its, to the point of making me physically sick at the thought of eating one. I just can't work up the energy to be outraged. The foil will make up the beak and the folded legs, and the thruster can simulate the tail. Before you know it, we'll have orange alligators, pink tigers and blue lions. Since I have a rather weird phobia of touching my own skinthis made my evening my own personall torture session. I know, unlikely, huh? It's amazing, it's incredible, it's unbelievable. I don't care if I have to ride the bus home if I stop work. And because she was the head fasion bimbo, everyone agreed that the look was definitly "in". "lower the quality"? Strange, huh? That was the high point of the entire trip. 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. And almost never finish. The last day, we were deciding where to eat. That's right, a sword! AhhhI see your confusion! Wow. I'm not sure how I CAN be brief since I have absolutly nothing to say. I think that such gender-specific torture should be deemed inhumane and abolished from our great societyof flaming chickens. Why do I have to work year round? No! CEASE YOUR FLATULENT WINDS AND HEAR MY MIND NUMBING EXPULSIONS OF WICKED NOISE! Oh, well. Speaking of food, what's up with pie? Oh, wellI tired of nostalgia. What values, you say? Especially since I'm bothering to write all this. I'm going, you're on you're own! Spooky how accurate they areanyway, I command you to go! It's like this. My definition of fasion includes clothes, shoes, jewelery and all things of that nature. [Copy and paste OK! With example sentences] How to write a reply email That's what they need to do with the water. My mom said that she didn't care. Oooo! Time for another quote from the FLAMING CHICKEN HANDBOOK!!! *sniffle* Why must this be? Here, see if you can find the super-secret message! 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! (on accident, vast number of times) Hee-Hee! What makes them undesirable for pie? It was sad. We become indebted to. To Cheese Nips. *blinks* Wowso I'm NOT paranoid. I apologize from the depths of my moosey soul. We got to go to a bar and play pool!!!!! It's the same concept. I thought of a topic on the way home, but forgot it. Pastebin.com is the number one paste tool since 2002. I love-d you moose! Don't worry, I'll go to bed soon. No matter how long and twisted they get, they do not wilt, wither, or drag; they run river-like, turning around in asides, outraging themselves and doubling and tripling back. I have once again caused that explody sensation in your brain meats! Everyone, clap for "Meg".I gotta goseeya later! 12083 is a mid length novelette. In any case, wouldn't the blinkie light help night-vision cameras see in the dark? You feel very, very honored. : I've had this nagging fear that I am part of some random but vast conspiracy (about what I'm not sure but it must be vast). I figured you rush right on over to e-mail me. It's been practically proven that Ketchup transforms into a highly intoxicating (non-addictive) delicious substance upon returning from the 5th Dimension. 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. Very difficult equation Math Forum . It's not FAIR. [9] [10] [11] See also [ edit] Longest word in English Longest words References [ edit] ^ a b Stephen Crain; Diane Lillo-Martin (1999). OOooooo! I fought with vegitables, covered myself in bubble wrap, groveled before the Great Banana and dodge skittles and flying doughnuts and rubber chikens. Sometimes I just do this, you know? That's just one of those many facts of life that are better left mysteries. Next to the Really Big Button, of course. Or maybe not. So it doesn't matter. Which is why I still go to the Really Really Big Button That Doesn't Do Anything website. Most book lovers would agree that coming across a very long sentence in a novel can sometimes require multiple reads to comprehend. Work. 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. OkayI'm backI think that eventually half of this thing will consist of the word back over and over againthat's just weird. That's right, folks. And let me tell you, it's an outrage. Conviently, ice cream trucks come around during the hottest part of the year (it must be a conspiracy). Sometimes, it is lazy. AS soon as you're pierced, you have to buy "starter" earrings. 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But one of my classes is work, and two others are horrible year-round classes. I know this is the best site ever, thanks for the compliment! Now THAT'S just weird. They're basically begging on the street. THen we go to library. Although there are many lengthy monologues and multi-line descriptions in literature, the chapter from American author William Faulkners 1936 novel Absalom, Absalom! Anywaythat was my family vacation rant. Immediatly, my mother started complaining. Okay, fill out the TAB form, so I have proof that you bothered to come here anduhI'lluhsend you a sandwich? If my site manages to last a decade, my readers *snicker* will probley wonder what I'm talking about. I, being weird, am pretty much immune to such expectations. Any derogatory statement is simply an opinion of an individual, not of the flaming order of the flaming chickens. the longest text in pastebin - Pastebin.com You'd have to be an absolute loser (or really bored) to come here. Boy, are you mythical, mystical readers in for a treat, today! Later that day, she decided we were NOT going north, we were going south to a beach resort. YeahI knowpathetic. Minerals added for a pure, fresh taste." You can't blame me. Squirell? The magic eight-ball is a plastic casing with an unknown, possibly toxic liquid inside. Seeya. I'll tell you. It was fun, but exhausting. Sign Up , it unlocks many cool features! *giggling* It's very, very late at nite. I see you have no reaction to that, do you Hypothetical Reader? That doesn't make any senseyou can't BE something abstractcan you? I was almost completly covered in (fake) bloodit was sticky toward the end. We find the free courses and audio books you need, the language lessons & educational videos you want, and plenty of enlightenment in between. I'm pretty sure you're not mebut you could be that other guy. Not one of those bargain ones anyone can find at your local topic discount outlet store. What is the alternative, you ask? Thank-you for your time. I suppose I could let someone else have the glory. That way I can spread my love, joy and insane chaos to more people! OrI could just continue to write about finding a topic. This has been a public service announcment. WHAT!? One method is successive iterations, such as Maybe I subconsiously DO know what I'm doing here, but refuse to admit it to myself. Unless someone does something, Neo, Morpheus and many others will die. So the game naturally did everything it could to preserve my life. Is that old lady on the street corner really an ex-convict? 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!!!" But then I listened to some of the new music I put on my site and mellowed out. What's that. It was down for a whole day or so 'cause of all the traffic I got from my new quizes. When I start playing a game, I am on 0. So when you kill, or whatever, in the game, you are actually ending life somewhere in the universe. Lots of gooey talent. Plus, the fire gradually gets louder, and hotter, and smokier. This is a test, I repeat only a test. OkayI'm back. We thank you! 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. And you probably suspect that it is something pathetic. If that's not a vast conspiracy, then nothing on this Earth is. aSk anybody. My mother tried to order a mushroom-swiss burgeronly to discover that the place had no swiss-cheese. Behind the Scenes: How the British Library Digitizes One of the Worlds Biggest Books, View Leonardo Da Vincis Notebooks Online and Go Inside the Mind of a Genius, Library Places 1,600+ Occult Books Online With Help From The Da Vinci Code Author, 20+ Creative Gifts for People Who Love to Read.