Oh, wellI tired of nostalgia. It's really stressfull. It's about the (supposedly) infinite nature of the universe. But, believe me, it's MUCH more practical than the alternative. TAB members got pizzalots of pizzaand candy. It looks right. I will just type, and type, and never, ever use copy and paste. EVIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!!! E-mail us for questions, comments, complaints and information. Not that my mother is annoyingjust set in her ways. Wait, no it isn't, I still have to keep going, and going, and going. I've finnally figured out sorta, maybe, kinda, how to do stuff to make it more real. Why, because they assume it's better quality. It just sounded very professional to say it. The stupid game is still going on and I refuse to quit because I want my points. You feel very, very honored. And most people don't even come here. aSk anybody. One method is successive iterations, such as And let me tell you, it's an outrage. You see, most people, they don't like reading or writing. actually claim to be mentally ill. That's either a) a publicity stunt b) An attempt at humor c) a cry for help or d) none of the above You can e-mail your responses by conducting a scavenger hunt of this site. 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. To Cheese Nips. Extract all sentences ''' <summary> ''' Extracts all sentences from a text block. Add comment. Now, some of you are probably thinking "Gee, Really? And what did he do to me? I have neither won nor lost money/neopoints. MOOOO! I guess I'll just have to wait untill my imaginary clone hijacks that imaginary bank truck. Yeah, I know, regular schedule schools do that. I'll tell you. For that theory to work, I'd have to be psychicor in possesion of a freaky time-traveling computer. With knowledge you can win money and the opportunity to look like a dork on national television. Everyone, clap for "Meg".I gotta goseeya later! Plus, I am horrible at spelling. Josh wants his thought back. I bet it does. He ignored the fact that he was also a 72 year old "sanitation engineer" somewhere. As long as I'm happy, right. Which is why I still go to the Really Really Big Button That Doesn't Do Anything website. I must really be desperate for something to do. Now I have decided to go for a world record. Hmmmmintersting. thats iti so tiredbye-bye. 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. 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). Remember: if the show sucks, it's their fault, not ours! Right now. Completly defeated, I told her that it was the religion she practiced every Sunday when she went with her friends to church. The majority of readers would concur that it sometimes takes more than one reading to fully understand an extremely long sentence in a book. Either I am growing more comfortable with my on-line writing, or I am progressivly getting more insane and chaotic. It even SOUNDS weird. He then leaves them under his owners car. The Book-Length Sentence - Essay - The New York Times In this article, the reply Once upon a time there lived a chief who liked to listen to stories. Of course, you also end life by sneezing, eating, sleeping, and watching T.V. It was down for a whole day or so 'cause of all the traffic I got from my new quizes. There's strawberry pie, apple, pumpkin and so many others, but there is no grape pie! Hmmmmtime for #3You can obsessive over ANYTHING, and people will think nothing of it. I feel like I'm playing questions only on whose line is it anway. I'm back. Okay, one day, in the future, smoke dectectors will probably activate litte fire-fighter bots that every home will have. That's is just so extremly creepy. And you probably suspect that it is something pathetic. Well, seeya *waves brightly* I got to go to my Grendel (really cool book) project for school. Gotta gothe Russian-Brittish-Iraqi-enslaved-Africans are coming to defeat the Mexicans. It can be very confusing, especially if you weren't paying attention in the first place. He is pure evil. 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! These cookies do not store any personal information. Welltwo can play by THOSE rules. Those are the best kind. But it's legs were still moving and it was alive. Wellit's not. (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.) Cheese is not a wild thing!!!!!!!!! So he probably didn't see the majority of my site. The moment Neo woke from dreams of Trinity's death, he made a choice. I'm finnaly back! I've been a paranoid, conspiracy seeking mood lately and the newest threat to my sanity is: smoke detectors! Here's what I wrote this weekend: Woooooo! Not my family! But, what would be the fun in that? Today, in my (Honors) English class, we did group work. But I must. Well, I dont want to organize this page, in any manner. Seeya! You KNOW I ran out of imaginary money last week when I bought that imaginary country. It's great for making random topics weave together to form an overall infrastructure of chaos. It's time to warn you, the viewererreaderabout the evils of various stuff. "Someone thinks that someone thinks that someone thinks that someone thinks that,"[1] or by combining shorter clauses. It only takes a little light to help those thingies, and smoke detectors provide more than a little. No. For that matter, how do you know that ANYTHING but you exists! On video games. I'm back! Oh, sorry, I thought you knew I was a furry. We were supposed to write about a cherished child-hood toy, and attempt to turn our fond memories into a commercial. Oh, yeah! . To make up quotes from the non-existent Flaming Chicken Handbook, which Im sure you have a copy of. I can work with mistrust. To prevent this, I did nothing. But I seriously wonder what something written by a senile person would be like. I'm so very, very tired. i felt sorry for my dad. I needs the duct tape! Hits all right. Dum-B-Gon stimulates brain activity, making you up to 10 times smarter! Fire is good. You cannot judge them simply because they have no apparant function. And throughly pissed off at my school system in general. Longest Word in English (189,819 Letters) a guest . Yep. But for now I can only dream of that. Any miniute now. It deludes all of American's sweet, innocent, candy-loving children into thinking that a cartoon owl is smarter than they are! The only difference is the taste, which I enjoy, since it is new and different. Okay, quote is done. The first part of the trip was fairly easy. Because I do. I think. (To this day, however, I will almost literally kill for a box of Cheez-It party mix, as it is a rare commodity at my house.) Is this writer's block?! OH, DON'T YOU SEE THE TOENAILS?!! Although why you'd be here if you didn't want to read is beyond me. HEEEEY! THANKS FOR COMING! What makes them undesirable for pie? So my goal changed from surviving to laughing evilly while my character died. My calculator is nifty. So far this is nowhere near the world record. It will translate any thing, to anything else. It's stupid and ironic and just shouldn't exist in a better world. In the mean time, I'll just sit here and type with my eyes closed. Okay, now I'm starting to scare myselfI'm gonna quit for today. What values, you say? As we all know, the world is going to end in about 380,695 days! The Patron Saint of Paper Clips (me again!) But the secret doesn't exist so they are stupid. Yes. Any use thereof that is not stated in the above mentioned statement would make the author, hereby referred to as Patron Saint of Paper Clips, very angry. According to my theory that everything is real. Oooooo! Too Bad! I DO NOT LIKE CHANGE! responsible for any faulty wiring or lack thereof in your computer. Answer me, you blobby looking freak! Then the problem with obesity in America would be blamed on evil food truck drivers as opposed to the harmless, benificient television and computer. I love owls. Otherwise, I guess you're stuck with me. That had nothing to do whatsoever with subliminal messagesit's just cool to say. Imagine reading a novel with a sentence that was 40 000 words long! I'm leavin', for now. Not a member of Pastebin yet? It's not fair! GRRR!! I think. I'm sure some so called "scientist" can prove all my theories wrongbut how? It's creepy. This has been bothering me for a while. The researches even used highly advanced technololgy to map the surface of a pancake and compare it to documented geology of Kansas. Now MY brain meats feel explody. If you have some extra time, you can read it at marienbadmylove.com. No, really. "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. If my site manages to last a decade, my readers *snicker* will probley wonder what I'm talking about. *blinks* And I STILL can't remember what else I was gonna say to you people. Apparantly my standards of weird have gone up. Receive our Weekly Newsletter. But, my stupid internal alarm clock is starting to wake me up around six. How did they ever afford an organ-thingy? That's right, a sword! I'm tired. Some people disagree, the director of the Kansas Geological Survey said "I think this is part of a vast breakfast food conspiracy to denigrate Kansas. Anyway, I'm gonna go. TWO MILES? (Absolutly nothing about that statement was sarcastic) As you can see, I love my families outings(Not unless you're blindor stupid) &#!#%&&!!! Conviently, ice cream trucks come around during the hottest part of the year (it must be a conspiracy). Hours of completly useless fun! Furthormore, is it considered accepted behavior to talk to these dead reptiles, in a cooey, baby talky kind of voice? Were hoping to rely on our loyal readers rather than erratic ads. It's an honest question as I fear that my non-gender specific sibling is weird. Wellbetter go before one of my two and half sane readers falls asleep:) Seeya! Because what you're saying is that I'm talking to people in the future. After all, I've been to the Really Really Big Button That Doesn't Do Anything website over 50 times. Fire is free. So far two whole people (to my knowledge) have read the entire thing, and a few people have skimmed it. Then, she accidently woke our three yappy dogs up, and they relized that they were in a car. You haven't been paying attention have you? Before we knew it, we were on the road. Ooooooo! I SEE YOUR GAME! 4 min ago Maybe I should put quotation marks around themnah, too much work. consisting of 1,288 words and who knows how many different kinds of clauses. It's a worthy cause! She is a heavy-set Yorkshire Terrior (12 lbs.) (on accident, vast number of times) Hee-Hee! Now, some of you are probably calling me a whiner, 'cause you have to get up at 4:30, or whatever. It's a word. She's evil. So if you're not most people, you've made it down this far without skipping, skimming or getting the spark notes version. A la recherche du temps perdu by Marcel Proust., I got a sentence that was 5639 words long, i just looked it up so can can copy and paste it on my school chat for fun not to read, I just wanted to say, i really like cheese, andi thinki think my teacher is mad at me sry waitshes mad because i was asking my other teacher questions about work online hmmm.my teacher sure is a ##### ass feminist, i just wrote a sentence with 1,289 words so ha. There have been several claims for the longest sentence in the English language revolving around the longest printed sentence. In anycase, this was particularly funny because Tonileigh is one of my "normaler" friends. Some are answers to e-mails, the rest are just stuff I wrote. Yea, me! I am so buying this movie when it comes out on DVD. I'm back. To pour your heart and soul into a passage, and have everyone ignore it. I've heard of poems and stuff written by people who were high, insane or paranoid. 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. who keeps asking if you can hear him. Someday, I'm gonna snap and just delete this entire thing. Me and Josh ate lots and lots of sugar, and it's late at nite and everything is funny but we can't laugh 'cause everybody is sleepin' so it's even funnier but ever since we drank the water we sobered up even though we weren't drunk but we ate sugarlots and lots of sugar. Still no? If you expect nothing and get something, you're happy. A complete and total degregation of our societies values. The Longest Sentence Contains the Longest Word - PRWeb I'm gonna quote from the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK again! Well, too bad! I feel special. I'll probably have another one soon, but that whole water thing has been buggin me for awhile. If you're asleep, the fire will wake you. For instance, I wrote: "I am the Crazy Taco! They'll probably just call us weird and laugh at us, but that's beside the point! I think. And if you expect something and get nothing, you feel cheated. 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! These "faeries" sprinkle your food with highly toxic "age dust" and ruin a perfectly good four-year-old meatloaf. That makes complete and total sense! *let the panic begin! This 1,288-Word Run-On Sentence by William Faulkner Broke Records