My favorite stuffJTHMI have my libraries copy of JTHMI shall quote Noodle Boy for you:) (Full copyright/credit to Jonhnen Vasquez for writin' the stuff, I'm just sharing the spleeny goodness with you). And I don't really have a topic today. Hmmmmtime for #3You can obsessive over ANYTHING, and people will think nothing of it. I think it's pretty funny. They expand your mind, making you think about all the things they could do. But, for a time, Faulkner took the run-on as far as it could go. Finnaly, is it expected for said sibling's non-gender specific parent to encourage such behavior, citing "I was just like that as a child" as an excuse? I've just gotten an idea for some more, original, fortunesI gotta go! Hits all right. does not, has never, and will absolutly NOT admit to having any weaknessbesides the aformention indivduals own skin, which isn't even a weakness anyway since no representative of the Dark, Fluffier Side can BE the Patron Saint of Paperclips (Guess, whononoTHAT'S IT!) See? we had to get there one hour and fifteen minutes early because there was traffic. There is a world where you are a slave to your TOASTER OVEN. When William Faulkner Set the World Record for Writing the Longest Okay, if you want to get out, click the little refresh button, okay? this is not a long paragraph it is multiple, I am just not as pretty as my friend Haylee she is fab so give me a chance for this job. She claimed that my little sister always did it to her, and she was getting pay-back. Typical. I know, unlikely, huh? I'm back. If (and this is a big if) the world DOES survive, we can beg them for food, oxygen and other supplies. Ooooothats a great idea! So, I've decided that Moose works for some secret government organization, and that the feather is the key to the destruction of the world, and I am just blithely letting it enter our home, so that it may furthur its evil plans to destroy the universe. You remember my Moose's arch-enemy, don't you? I love my calculator, though. Her first guess was enslaved africans. Answer me, you blobby looking freak! I'll will most likely still be adding to this on my death bed. I should be asleep. The huge run-on sentence consists of 1,288 words and countless clauses. Too bad. If you make a purchase, My Modern Met may earn an affiliate commission. Whole families would gather around their front door, in breathless anticipation while they attempted to barracade me out. America? She likes sniffing potentially dangerous stuff, like electrical sockets. Or maybe it's everybody else that's weird. I have more stuff to write, but I gotta go right now. When someone of her generation runs for president, I'm gonna do a complete background check. In other news, I participated in the Second Battle of the Asparagus Wars and chronicled them here. Come on all you non-existing people! HOW ARE YOU DOING? It hurt. After all, I'm not in this line of buisness for the fame, fortune and power. I think. Even the air is conspiring to squish me! Now I have a purpose in life! Today my frazzled-brain produced something that is decidedly Jenny (that's my more or less "real" name). Past editions of The Guinness Book of World Records have listed this record. They are the samething, with the same look, and almost same name. It's a small light, but it's sooooooo annoying. vb.net - How do I find the longest sentence and the average sentence In any case, I hope you enjoyed our patheticness. Do you know I never even had a computer untill just a few months ago (that's why I'm obsessivly writing here) So I won't pity you if you're computer dies for unexpected reasons. Yep that's right. I bet you couldn't tell. Just like everyone else in my family. While you wait for yesterday's tomorrow, lunge back and remember that day. I'm so special. In anycase, this was particularly funny because Tonileigh is one of my "normaler" friends. *gagged reader glares* What's that? This is because she memorizes the questions. I get home from work at 5:30p.m. But I HATE spending three hours of every day in a "class" when everyone else's class is only an hour and a half. It was fun. The movie ends with him in a coma. I also would like such persons to immediatly leave my site. 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! I gives you imaginary IOU'shereyours. I would have sold the monkey and the organ and been able to eat for at least a year. As long as I'm happy, right. Try it. I thought you were gonna stay here and keep me company?! He even tried to hide the sword behind his back! Anyway, gotta go! There is exactly 500 units of distance between the two extremes of winning amounts (0 and 500) BUT! These links send stuff to someone named johnjones333@hotmail.com The Patron Saint of Paper Clips does not know who this individual is, but sincerly wishes that you send all your hate mail to him. I don't think. Today I had the misfortune of playing a Treasure Planet game on neopets.com It was terrible. When I tried to talk to him, he tossed it away nonchalantly and pretended he hadn't heard me. Want to advertise with us? Today, I was checking out some weird news. 1,288 words and many clauses make up the lengthy run-on phrase. **** MY NAVEL ITCHES!! It sucked. Could the pop-up blocker people have chosen a better means to advertise their product? I found at that yet another one of my friends is reading this. If the facts beg to differ, than the facts are wrong. Before you know it you'll realize that you need Christmas earrings, Halloween earrings, Valentine's Day earrings, St. Patrick's Day earrings, for crying out loud! Oooo..I'm a poet, and don't I know it? You know the one. Because there are an infinite number of people on either side of the spectrum. It was inspired, in part, by my sheer and utter boredom. Okay, back to the flaming-chickens LTE rivalry. You cannot DEFEAT me! All the other internet writers have nothing on me, except they're better at advertising, having a central theme/plot and basically more talented. Maybe we're just really, really tired and had sugar. And, once again, I have proof that someone actually took the time (two hours) to read this entire Longest Text Ever! There is a world where you are a slave to your TOASTER OVEN. I'm an evil villain, kitty and a freakazoid so far. No one is really coming here, anyway. I have to wonderwhy would Kodak do such a thing. I'd tell it to my little brother as a bed time story. Because what you're saying is that I'm talking to people in the future. And I can't think of anything else to do. Okay, fill out the TAB form, so I have proof that you bothered to come here anduhI'lluhsend you a sandwich? Those few who actually could think and avoided the sun were considered to be outcasts. The events of Neo's dream unfold. You KNOW I ran out of imaginary money last week when I bought that imaginary country. Especially since I don't have viewers. After all, you're a responsible, intelligent person who apparently has a lot of time on your hands. Then, some fasion bimbo went on a fasionable safarii to get some fasionable furs, or whatever. If my sisteruhMrs. X were ever asked a question on the Civil War on a quiz show, she'd come up with nothing. To prevent this, I did nothing. Why on earth did they keep the monkey? I mean, after all, I made this site. E-mail. I dunnoI guess I'm just kinda freaked out. Noone can do everything, so how can you expect a SIGN, with the I.Q. That was sort of a topic, even though it was sort of random. My family also strongly suspects that she stole $20 from the donation thingy. I'm just basically typing nothing. Especially that duct tape. I ended up writing things during the time of night when EVERYTHING is hilarious, including the word sheep. Or, as an alternative, I could have ruined several plans for world domination that other people made. Or perhaps not. Honestly, the more time I waste playing the game, the less time I'll work on this site and the less stuff you gotta read. *sniffle* i do, too. Ooooooo! Maybe the evil little faeries with the sharp little teeth have put their evil faerie dust on my computer. Someday, I'm gonna snap and just delete this entire thing. How did you do that. These people have obviously suffered major brain damage from their prolonged exposure to the sun. OkayI'm backI think that eventually half of this thing will consist of the word back over and over againthat's just weird. Advertisement. If you judged everything by what it doesn't acomplish, then the entire world is populated by pointless beings. It deludes all of American's sweet, innocent, candy-loving children into thinking that a cartoon owl is smarter than they are! We can only hope that the digital camera manufacturers are kinder masters than the evil Kodak Lords. Well, next time you buy your $3 FREAKIN' dollar bottle of water, consider this. In some far off world, there are pokemonthere are an evil race of muffin like creatures, there is a world with ABSOLUTLY NO COMMERCIALS DURING TELEVISION! That meant only one corse of action for them. 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. It's like grand-theft auto 3's talk show, you know, the one where there are Citizens Raging Against Phones? I mean, come on! Dum-B-Gon stimulates brain activity, making you up to 10 times smarter! In conclusion, Ladies and Gentlemenif you implement my idea, there will be peace and prosperity for all. Free Longest Essays and Papers | 123 Help Me Or whatever. I tend to make those tiny mistakes, and get bad grades, even if I understand the concepts. Now you may be wondering what horrible beast is Moose's arch-enemy. EryeahI'm back. Did you know that I now possess a DOMAIN NAME? I had some conspriacy or another to rant about. So it doesn't matter. If this was quality work, I'd publish it and make a fortune. ", and translated it to German. And I wonder where my little sister gets her annoyingness. Confusing, huh? I SEE YOUR GAME! 3,861 . Girls began wearing skimpier, and skimpier bathing suits. in Books, Literature, Writing | March 14th, 2019 30 Comments. I'm back. OR, maybe it's the writing. *sigh* I can't think of anything to write. Why are you afraid of little ol' me? i like sugar. Hmmmmintersting. Perhaps their just trying to be nice. Oh, sorry, I thought you knew I was a furry. My answer is simple. I have neither won nor lost money/neopoints. Why, you ask? Remember that rant I did on how there could be a secret camera in the smoke detector? But then I listened to some of the new music I put on my site and mellowed out. consisting of 1,288 words and who knows how many different kinds of clauses. Entire novels hundreds of pages long have been written in one sentence in other languages. the longest thing that I have ever wrote was a 600 word paragraph and I just wrote that. 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. Okay. They couldn't stop laughing. What an eccentric idea! Wow. *yet another highly dramatic, time-consuming sigh* I need a topic. She goes crazy if someone holds it, 'cause it's getting attention and not her. By continuing to use Pastebin, you agree to our use of cookies as described in the. They're listening for a secrretno it's cause of a secret. These so-called "pointless" signs are doing just what they were meant to do: entertain you! Boy, are you mythical, mystical readers in for a treat, today! The entire message board was like one big insane asylum. In Math, one teeny, tiny little mistake will make you get the entire thing wrong. Sometimes I just do this, you know? I'm leavin', for now. It's not fair, ya know? I have three very hard academic classes. The possibilities are literally endless. Food industires would be buying cars, gas and music. that was recognised in the 1983 Guinness Book of World Records was the longest ever written. !STARE DEEP INTO THE STINKING ABYSS OF MY INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED SLICES!!! It's really stressfull. My definition of fasion includes clothes, shoes, jewelery and all things of that nature. 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