Here we go! There was a sample essay online. The moon has one-sixth of Earth's gravity. After standing around a lotthe ceremony started. Uhdon't think soNumber Four: I could have learned to drive. You're still here. 51 min ago 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! Now, wasn't that entertainment. Come on everyone, group hug. We KNEW how terrible it was, but we just didn't bother to change it. What a good idea! These "faeries" sprinkle your food with highly toxic "age dust" and ruin a perfectly good four-year-old meatloaf. Now, you must realize that I have described only one aspect of this movie of all movies. I guess I'll just have to wait untill my imaginary clone hijacks that imaginary bank truck. Once upon a time there lived a chief who liked to listen to stories. I think it's pretty funny. Plus, boxes are more convient than bags. I don't suppose you fell for that little thing about the refresh button. 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. I better goI think Kodak is tracing my site.I'm back now! Josh wants his thought back. ONly not really. Right now, while you are sitting in your "chair" and eating your "junk food", millions of almonds are commiting suicide. Longest English sentence - Wikipedia 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. Kinda like me and "Meg" webcomic we are trying to do. We had to do an essay on a book. Sowhen the weekend rolls around, I'm fairly exhausted. Today, I was checking out some weird news. You don't know either? WARNING: Leave food sit in an open, well-venilated spot for a week before eating. Either way, I'm here. Or CRAP, for short. Definitly. You don't know who Squirell is? Out loud. Oh, well. And almost never finish. School children won't be able to correctly identify the color of a zebra. And John F. Kennedy (JFK) was an alien bent on global domination. I have three very hard academic classes. Good. I know. The number of characters in the longest word is also shown. Some even go so far as to claim that Kodak "changed" the pictures of the assasination to make an assasination in the bushes become a tree's shadow. Goodbyeoh, and the fresh chicken wings might be to blame. I even impress myself. The longest word entered in most standard English dictionaries is Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis with 45 letters. I know this is the best site ever, thanks for the compliment! -works best on pc/laptop. It's a law, I think. Just like all those reports people have to do. I feel special. Because they put subliminal messages in them, of course! Answer me, you blobby looking freak! Seeya. But somewhere, it exists. But it's not. But one of my classes is work, and two others are horrible year-round classes. Except for maybe five and six. . We can all wear spiffy space-suits and feel all superiour to all those stupid earthlings. My dad. These so-called "pointless" signs are doing just what they were meant to do: entertain you! ME: My vicious, psychotic, flesh-eating bunny-rabbit wants to rule the world. You don't see them, but your subconsious (dreaming) mind does. Oh, wellI tired of nostalgia. consisting of 1,288 words and who knows how many different kinds of clauses. Typical. When I start playing a game, I am on 0. As Neo realizes all of this, through a nearly omniscient Architect of the Matrix, he makes another choice. This confirmed my suspicion that she only went so that she could have the use of the church's playground equipment. But I HATE spending three hours of every day in a "class" when everyone else's class is only an hour and a half. Should you refuse to aknowledge the Patron Saint of Paper Clips as the ruler of the Internet, you will be subjected to punishment as stated in Code 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook (i.e. He sneaks into neighboring homes, and takes clothing, wrapped christmas presents, and anything he can find. So when you kill, or whatever, in the game, you are actually ending life somewhere in the universe. My family also strongly suspects that she stole $20 from the donation thingy. I will show you an example with this completly true stuff that I experienced several years ago. Mark Virtue's Sentence It's spiffy. Josh says I probably won't remember writing any of this, but I can't sleep. Pastebin is a website where you can store text online for a set period of time. The huge run-on sentence consists of 1,288 words and countless clauses. Fire is my frienduntil it burns me. You'd have to be an absolute loser (or really bored) to come here. Math is so picky. Just how much time do they have on their hands. Only if I had multiple personalities. It says that in black ander lime green! I'm back. She promptly borrowed $1 to help with the waitresses tip(This part I'm not being sarcastic about) All in all it was a night I'll remember forever (as the lowest point in "family outing"history, except for that time my mom dragged me to a church thing on the concept of truth.) Were hoping to rely on our loyal readers rather than erratic ads. 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'm back. Today, I met her arch-enemy. Okay. So my dad picked a steak place. No! Until thenI have absolutly no imaginary money. *holds up a piece of paper, which, from a distance, appears to have writing on it* Yes, undenyable proof! I won't be able to feed my various imaginary pets and friends their beloved imaginary food! See? Thank you for sending me this email. Anyway, seeya! there were bugs. Oooootime for today's topic. The food trucks could even play music that made you hungry for their food. Longest Text in The World : r/copypaste - reddit CEASE YOUR FLATULENT WINDS AND HEAR MY MIND NUMBING EXPULSIONS OF WICKED NOISE! My evil, EVIL sister. Wouldn't it make more sense to get a kazoo, if you're broke? In otherwords, she's a small yappy dog who is big for her breed. Or possibly rightthat would be scary. By the time the smoke dector goes off, the fire has drowned it out to no more than an annoying buzz. That's right, a sword! *g8ggles* bye. Warning* Extremely long pasta. But now I realize that I am considerably more normal than the rest of my family. Now, Moose has seen many feathers, birds even. It just seems extremly weird (and worthy of mentioning) that this semi-important guy from Kansas believes in a "vast breakfast food conspiracy". He even tried to hide the sword behind his back! 8 min ago *normal voice* Today I have a very important to discuss with you in this: PERFECTLY NORMAL PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCMENT. c)I have an extremly irrational fear of that. Gee, I hope not! Subliminal messanging also explains the successes of certain fast-food resteraunts, and brand name items. That my words somehow travel accross time (if only a few minutes) and are somehow picked up by future you, and that my responses are dictated by future you's reactions. I'm not exactly sure what that means, but it sure is funny:) You don't agree? Oh, well. There are not going to be conspiraciesor humor of any kind. They expand your mind, making you think about all the things they could do. I'm backand it's several hours later. Yep. Wooooo! Either way, he got assasinated. And I wonder where my little sister gets her annoyingness. Why bother asking? It is mandatory to procure user consent prior to running these cookies on your website. They're listening for a secrretno it's cause of a secret. *pauses* *groans* I'm sorry for that pun (pierced, hooked, getit?). Perhaps, one day, far in the future, this will actually be a world record and random people will acutally voluntarily read this text every day. THE REST OF THE STUFF I TYPE WILL BE COMPLETLY IN CAPS JUST BECAUSE I CAN. You haven't been paying attention have you? TACO will eventually destroy him. We had to tell him that he would probley have to wait untill he was 21. Or, would that be good? (it's edited, of course, to stay PG13**** signifies a random naugty word:)) "HEY, DOG ENTITY! My entire family is weird. Okay. And I hava a very, almost special rant for you. i'm back. It's wrong, I tell you. Perhaps a nice, soothing mistrust. Hours of completly useless fun! And then I'll be writing for me again. He always enjoyed it because it meant that somewhere, he was the Supreme Dictator of the Galaxy. 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. Once we are on our Lunar Landing Site, we will engage in many exciting activites, primarily related to suffucating and starving. It's hard to type because of the bandaid on my finger. But without the bad sound track. Although I can't see why you care, because there is a large probability that you do not exist, because I don't think anyone is reading this anymore. I don't exactly have a good track record with virtual pets. I am back. The events of Neo's dream unfold. Seeya. I'm like the little engine that could. HA! Code: 888 of The Flaming Chickens Handbook states that The Patron Saint of Paperclips (still me) is always right. That's just how many times you have to click before you can leave. Faulkners intimacy is not earnestness, it is the uncanny feeling of a raw encounter with a nerve center lighting up with information, all of it seemingly critically important. I'm back! owfrjtnrgkzcbvwruogjlvdajngwruojlnvdakjefnlvk aij hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, jfeoisbhoaubhfvionadkfvbskjvb efnvkjnbsxuhbgv hiiiii, this has one word in it first person to see the gets $100 cash app njhcewhfb whebfuewhfjwenifbewiubfiebfebwqjfbwejnfewihfiuhweniufjeuirhfiuerfburiebfiewbjfkwefqhcewfhepwuhfiuwerfuiwqerpifjbruegferiuhfiuerwhfuiifewiviiuhuihrgiobguhtrbiuhtreiubhriurhviuwrhiuvht4rnrijpewvpiefhwnovjibrfpierfnhvipuerbfviuphrwipjvnwefkjvnpwiefv pirfnhpiejpoerwpivherwpoivhwepriuvipr evijnreijnrojvwejrfvoijerreiobfr iuvfrvjo frvjrweoijbvweiojrfoiwervicebrwouvbwerouvu perivoerijvoiuwerbviouweroiuberouvberfoefubvouiwriuebrouweuberwiuvherivyherwiubvewiurobviuwervuwervouwrewoiuvherwiuoeHIewijvhferiucbuhewjdhfewiufdhiu3riuheriufheriuhfiuerhfiuhwreiufhirwhiufhwiurhfiuhreiuhfiuheriwfhriehfiuerwhufihreuifheirhfiuwheruifherwoiuwfheruhwifhreiuhwoiuhfuerhfhwruifhriuehfueri. HILARIOUS! It only takes a little light to help those thingies, and smoke detectors provide more than a little. Just make sure you "spray" your food first. According to someone you problem don't know, this is the second most pointless website ever! Since all that nifty air isn't pressin' on you, your guts and stuff are free to go wherever they want, and the EVIL little things decide to roam around. But, believe me, it's MUCH more practical than the alternative. Today was Halloween. I mean, who'd a thought? The World's Largest Maths Problem Has Been Solved, And It. Random people will think they've gone crazy, after a seemingly innocent visit to the zoo. 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). I don't think I have any conspiracy theoriesexcept pop-ups/pop-unders. I'm gonna quote from the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK again! For that theory to work, I'd have to be psychicor in possesion of a freaky time-traveling computer. You're still here, which must mean that you'd rather be here than anywhere else! So, it is now up to you, the imaginary reader, to decide whether I mean probley or problemit's almost like a game! Like organ grinders, and the evil conspiracies. That's all. First of all, you'd have to have an extrodinary amount of free time. *sniffle* Why must this be? The foil will make up the beak and the folded legs, and the thruster can simulate the tail. I don't want year-round classes. It's been practically proven that Ketchup transforms into a highly intoxicating (non-addictive) delicious substance upon returning from the 5th Dimension. As long as you don't mind a few more couch potatoes. You have to admit its sheer coolness. OrI could just continue to write about finding a topic. (Think of the fake-looking Star Trek aliens). I got to go to a huge library, and see Terminator 3 at the local theater. In Math, one teeny, tiny little mistake will make you get the entire thing wrong. The answer is still infinity. The possibilities are literally endless. Longest Sentence - Pastebin.com Wooooooo! "Purified" water. That's the rant of the week, month, year, whatever. I gave up in exasperation. You know you want to! You say it didn't let you out? World's largest sentence - Copypasta 16 min ago The whole meal thing was about the only interesting thing to happen during the week. You don't have the best life of your counterparts, but you don't have the worst either. Then it must diepainfully. 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. I'll just have to do the very best that I can. THey might havve been important, but we keep forgetting them. GRAVITY IS EVIL! Longest Sentence By Rebecca Jones, Arts Correspondent. I'm leavingnow I'm back! I could be playing neopets, but ever since my bad experience with Treasure Planet, I don't feel like it. Lots of gooey talent. Remember that rant I did on how there could be a secret camera in the smoke detector? 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. In return for not taking the easy route, he gains a power in the more or less real world. Fighting in the American Civil War? Seeya! NowI know what you guys are thinkingsome of those items on that list are gonna be hard to find. And I'm willing to enlighten you, the potentially you-know-what reader. Of course, there is also regretafter all, I could have made a fortune if I'd been the first to think of it. MOstly donut cake. THen we go to library. He acted like he was really being tortured and stuff. Please read our disclosure for more info. Or would it be cheating if I didn't have multiple personalities? Unless you have a digital camera, which are a symbol of freedom from the old ways and willing enslavement to the new ways. What nowhmmmmmshould I share with you more of my paranoid/delusional conspiracy theories? *sniffle* I just want to have some FREAKIN' variety in my daily grind, you know? * (*Not a guarantee) (Next commercial)Have you ever wondered why food sometimes goes bad in your fridge, even if you've only had it a few years? Hits all right. This sentence is the longest. So here it is! OhI'm rambling again, aren't I? She said she hurt it the first time, and wanted to put it out of it's misery, so she went back and ran over it 11 more times. And most people don't even come here. Introduction In the business world, communication by e-mail is indispensable. I'm back. You might be asked a question about them on a quiz show. I have a guest rant/fake commercial written by "Meg" (who is once again banned from accessing the almighty Internet). i couldn't hear it because someone had put the speakers facing the audience. 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. You can read a little each day. Now, those have possibilities. Eventually, this would become a monthly tradition. Apparantly my standards of weird have gone up. Get the free Lil' Ball for your traveling needs! I think I'm so tired I can't sleep. So if you're not most people, you've made it down this far without skipping, skimming or getting the spark notes version. She was extremly upset. And I only took the quiz once, too. I'm back again! Next to the Really Big Button, of course. Thou shalt not eat spuds. They are not great neccesarily because of the content, (although that helps some) they are great because of their sheer length. The last day, we were deciding where to eat. Hey, I'm once again: back. I should be asleep. The insanity and stupidity is mind boggling! Unfortuantly, we had already driven 337 miles toward our destination. We eventually reached our destination after 16 hours of virtually non-stop driving. Which I suppose may be a good thing, seeing as how I'm currently in a Longest Text Ever Rivalry with Galaxy Dreamer's site. No? OkayI can do it. Receive our Weekly Newsletter. It took him to my quiz page. It's early. Another reason why this isn't as long as Galaxy's is that I refuse to write every day as it would--this is the funny part--LOWER THE QUALITY OF MY OVERALL WORK! of toilet paper, to do everything. But, for a time, Faulkner took the run-on as far as it could go. So my goal changed from surviving to laughing evilly while my character died. Oh, speaking of insane, I STILL need those much needed supplies for the Official Flaming-Chickens Lunar Colony! I'm back. I've done what I've set out to accomplish. but if I do, only friends and enemies will receive copies. HEEEEY! Ugh. Now, you may be wondering what is so terrifying about a small, white, feather. NowI bet you're wondering why I don't just wake up a few minutes before I have to go. NowI'm gonna go and worry about the light on my toaster ovenseeya! You didn't run screaming to another site, thankfull for the chance to escape this insanity. I finnaly get some free time to rant and rave and all my topics just magically melted away. and even if they could it wouldn't do them any good because it would scare them instead of the aformentioned individual. Sign Up , it unlocks many cool features! Here, see if you can find the super-secret message! I don't think. *smiles brightly* And apparantly delusional! That's funny!!!! I've won 500 np, at least and I'm on a roll. Sure, certain members of my family do pay WAY to much attention to fasion, but that's just because of the expectations of society. I hadn't had a genuine sugar rush since I was 11. After all, I'm talking to you, aren't I? Or maybe I just wanna go to bed. Is your school playground a gateay to the underworld? Did you understand that? Oh. Hmmmmmaybe my condition is worsening. Wellthey are. That's the sixth time I've said back! It didn't. Aren't you happy? I know it was her idea, 'cause my dad hates it, too. Is anyone even reading this? The smoke detector either never went off, or went off and the people just slept through it. Want to advertise with us? Celebrating creativity and promoting a positive culture by spotlighting the best sides of humanityfrom the lighthearted and fun to the thought-provoking and enlightening. You wanna try to convince me I'M crazy? And lastly, you'd have to know where the heck this site is. I mean, come on! The only reason the makers of Cheese-Nips don't get sued is because of the tast difference and Cheese Nips are made of real "cheese" rather than cheez. Come on, I won't hurt you, I promise! My groupwellwe either went hysterical or crazy, I can't decide which. But everything else I've said so far is true. They are the samething, with the same look, and almost same name. She HATES and FEARS it. Yes, that's right. The best way to be brief is to quit now. Hey, by the way. longest text ever (most deleted bc max 40000 letters) - reddit #1You can say or do anything and normal people will agree with you in the hopes that you'll be satisfied, shut up, and go away. thank you always. Boy, are you mythical, mystical readers in for a treat, today! The notag. i am tiredbut cannot go to sleep. We slept. The universe is EVERYTHING, how can it end?