You people sicken me. I'm just as upset about this unfortunate lack of development in the pie division. Anyway, moving on! Or CRAP, for short. PARTS BREAK AFTER OVERUSE!! Death is like life in that after you die some things start life again inside of you. )so you can travel to the 5th Dimension like our scientists almost did. If there are an infinte number of worlds with human life, than there are an infinte number of worlds that have someone exactly like you, with only a few key differences. I'm sorry that today's rant isn't random, insane or completely chaotic, but I must right my experience with The Matrix before I forget. Oh, yeah! Now I want all you loyal fans*cricket chirps* to go to the link to see what I'm like. Now, don't get me wrong. SEEYA! So. It was fun. Not only that, but It also displays the longest sentence used in the text and the number of characters and words in the sentences. they were special wings. The actually think that their skin's efforts to protect them are ATTRACTIVE. I hope not. The longest word entered in most standard English dictionaries is Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis with 45 letters. That's just one of those many facts of life that are better left mysteries. If you can sleep through a raging fire, close enough to set off the smoke detector, then you are definitly going to sleep through the smoke detector. I don't exactly know where it isoh, well. 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. If you make a purchase, My Modern Met may earn an affiliate commission. I suppose that is the bane of all authors. It tells me stuff like: "Warning: More Solutions May Exist" and "Questionable Accuracy". That sounds good, too. Well, you can't possibly have more time than I do. I thought you were gonna stay here and keep me company?! She immediatly replied "Clara Barton". Back to the present. All rights reserved. I felt more fufilled when this site was a barren wastland of useless space. You seewhen it's hot, you want something cold to eat. After standing around a lotthe ceremony started. BoyI really enjoy confusing myself! 16 min ago Either way, I'm continuing to sort of entertain myself. Or suffer my blindingly moronic nail messages. OkayI can do it. I'll will most likely still be adding to this on my death bed. Emma has contributed to various art and culture publications, with an aim to promote and share the work of inspiring modern creatives. 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. "a pokemon game. *holds up a piece of paper, which, from a distance, appears to have writing on it* Yes, undenyable proof! "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. Let's see: 12345! But, for a time, Faulkner took the run-on as far as it could go. I founded the secret message, you ok man? For all you know you could be staring at that freaky 3-D maze screen saver with a blank look on your face while you THINK you're reading an inhumanly long text. I'm back. That way, she can pass the test without actually learning anything. That made little sense. Yes. All they do is fill out the TAB form and leave. Try it. I wonder why anyone would read this? Hmmmmtime for #3You can obsessive over ANYTHING, and people will think nothing of it. The whole meal thing was about the only interesting thing to happen during the week. e)My psychotic bunny predicted I'd die doing it. It's time to warn you, the viewererreaderabout the evils of various stuff. I'm allergic to parts of it, have irrational fears about others and I'm pretty sure it's against my Jenny religionalong with eating mashed potatoes, or potatoes of any kind. Wow. Even though it gains pleasure from squishing my spine. One person, started typing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue typing it forever just because this is the list that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some person started typing it notetc, etc. 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. Okay, maybe it was the ranch dressing instead of the special, fresh buffalo wings. However, I am currently content to just sit here and type. Couldn't you just stick some jelly in a piecrust and bake it? Because they put subliminal messages in them, of course! WaitI really don't even know if anyone bothers to read this. HUH? *blinks* And I STILL can't remember what else I was gonna say to you people. How do you stop them? Thank-you for your time. Why am I writing? It's amazing, it's incredible, it's unbelievable. I just can't work up the energy to be outraged. Yeah. There is always someone worse off and better off than you. Okay, one day, in the future, smoke dectectors will probably activate litte fire-fighter bots that every home will have. But the point is, if I were, say, freakily allergic to a random mineral, I could read the ingredients and not eat the salt. RANDOM PERSON: You don't say? It's just weird. CAT CHOW!!! aSk anybody. CEASE YOUR FLATULENT WINDS AND HEAR MY MIND NUMBING EXPULSIONS OF WICKED NOISE! Gone would be the days when parents told children to play outside, it's a nice day. Not only that, but how do you know that YOU actually exist? I mean, who'd a thought? There is a world where you are a faerie. I could be playing neopets, but ever since my bad experience with Treasure Planet, I don't feel like it. Alrighty then. That is justpathetic. We believe that this is the longest single sentence in . Outside your body. "Yep, Bill, time to dump the arsnic in so it tastes pure!" If this was quality work, I'd publish it and make a fortune. THe cake was good. It'd be cool. Josh says I probably won't remember writing any of this, but I can't sleep. Your subconsious mind acts on whatever it is told. Even if I put it in a less chaotic, more user-friendly format people would still ignore this because it involves: reading. I'd tell it to my little brother as a bed time story. We have halloween and christmas pictures on the NeoPics link. The magic eight-ball is a plastic casing with an unknown, possibly toxic liquid inside. I hate Math. It hurt. And, are monkeys spelled monkies? 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. Especially since I just saw The Matrix: Reloaded. Or not. I'm gonna go hug a moose. Why are you afraid of little ol' me? OkayI'm backI think that eventually half of this thing will consist of the word back over and over againthat's just weird. I worked for four hours at the "Library of Terror" sponsered by TAB. *content sigh* There we gothat's much better. I'm backit's been awhile since I've written here. Anyway, I still don't think that anyone is actually coming here. MOOOO! Pastebin is a website where you can store text online for a set period of time. Or maybe not. That had nothing to do whatsoever with subliminal messagesit's just cool to say. Even more incredible, this time it's someone I don't even know! If the facts beg to differ, than the facts are wrong. Uhdon't think soNumber Four: I could have learned to drive. I am simply explaining why I, personally, refuse to swim, go to the beach, sunbathe, leave the house, etc. It's true, and all, but I have no proof about wal-mart, or certain fast food resteraunts. I hate irony. And most people don't even come here. I'm getting bored, so I think I'm done for the day. HA! Because this is the first time I've been on a computer all day. Wellprepare to be enlightened. 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. You see, I periodically read the longest text ever to check the constant downward spiral of my sanity. Another article claims that an anitseptic turned a polar bear purple, drawing large crowds of people. Did you know, that Kodak was part of the conspiracy to assasinate John F. Kennedy. Especially that duct tape. You see, my school has "block" scheduling. Don't Ignore Sites? You could travel in a straight line at the speed of light for a million years and all you'd prove is that the universe is really, really big. For instance, I wrote: "I am the Crazy Taco! Called the Boolean Pythagorean Triples problem, it was Solve Now. Pikachuwellhe didn't like me. Sonaturally I put her arch-enemy in my pocket and brought it home with me. Let's keep in touch. G. (f(t)) d(t) = - Here is the same long equation with a single equation number. 100% of something. And you probably suspect that it is something pathetic. You got me started. Because I do. At least her's makes sensesort of. I'm going, you're on you're own! Before you know it, we'll have orange alligators, pink tigers and blue lions. WARNING: Leave food sit in an open, well-venilated spot for a week before eating. Aren't they regressed to a child-like state? Longest Sentence By Rebecca Jones, Arts Correspondent. API tools faq. Just how much time do they have on their hands. That just sounds nifty! But, it ended up making more sense than I anticipated (scary thought, huh). It would be a sin against humanity for a better site to exist. In any case, she is clearly insane. I'm back again! HOW ARE YOU DOING? Doesn't that make you feel better? Have you ever had the evil pop-up that says that if you click here, it'll get rid off all the annoying pop-ups? OOooooo! I know it was her idea, 'cause my dad hates it, too. No guarantee that he'll succeed in saving Trinity. What a crazy idea. At least it's over. thank you always. If you have a decent graphing calculator, plug in the infinity symbol divided by anything, (even infinity). I am back. Oh, who am I kidding. My brother(age 13) even decided upon a new job he wants when he's old enough to work, a busboy at the bar. The sleeping person will gradually get used to it (and incorporate it into their dreams). Strange, huh? He once said, It was Faulkner at his most involuted and incantatory who most enchanted me. The current record holder for the longest english sentence is Jonathan Coe for his staggering 33-page, 13,955-word sentence in The Rotters Club, 2001. **** THAT LIPSTICKS THE WRONG COLOR FOR YOU!! For that matter, how do you know that ANYTHING but you exists! That's talent. We think. Happy? They associated tans with hard, manuel labor. MEOW!MEOW!MEOW! Oh, well. If you can still think during all that incessent beeping, you'll probably find evidence that I'm really paranoid. Emma Taggart is a Contributing Writer at My Modern Met. But then, I'm meand you're you. You are deviousI give you that. Or, as an alternative, I could have ruined several plans for world domination that other people made. That means I take four classes this semester and four different classes next year. I'm leaving nowI have some destruction to do. Our mind's cannot conceive of the vastness of infinity. This has been bothering me for a while. 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. You're still here. Why can't I have more readers?! I thought it was sadand normal. Hey, where are you going?! And on to: Number Eight: I could haveuhhhhummmmmactually thought up these things before hand. Oh, guess what? | 14.35 KB, We use cookies for various purposes including analytics. Furthormore, is it considered accepted behavior to talk to these dead reptiles, in a cooey, baby talky kind of voice? I promise. Completly defeated, I told her that it was the religion she practiced every Sunday when she went with her friends to church. I am writing to let you know that I have received an email from {name of recipient}. Otherwise you'd think I was delusional, or something. How can you pass up this revolutionary new product? Now, a long time ago, people were sort of smarter. That would explain that annoying green little blinkie light in them. Immediatly, my mother started complaining. they liked landing on me. That's right, folks. Think about it. There's more! Yes, that's right. (Next Commercial) Get ready fo: Faux's new "reality" TV show, "How Low Can We Go?" If my sisteruhMrs. X were ever asked a question on the Civil War on a quiz show, she'd come up with nothing. Answer me, you blobby looking freak! I'm back. You gots extra money, don't you? Do not MOCK me! My dadwas on this site. Well, too bad! Purposly damaging the skin so you can look "attractive". This is too frustrating. Say it. Nowjust stop a second and contemplate that. This is a list of unusually long mathematical proofs. Seeya! That's why it MUST be EVIL! I gotta go. (it's edited, of course, to stay PG13**** signifies a random naugty word:)) "HEY, DOG ENTITY! I took a whole bunch of personality quizzes and posted them there. One guy was a "shock therepy" patienthe was a good actor. And, you have to remember that because infinity is infinite, you can divide it an infinite number of times. Now I have a purpose in life! It actually lists what random minerals they through in to make it TASTE like salt. I can just see it nowIt could be called Know-Your-Food. I thought of a topic on the way home, but forgot it. Right now, I have another twenty minutes on the Internet before I'm gonna watch T.V. Enjoy! Yeah, I know, regular schedule schools do that. Okayon to: #2 You can get out of practically anything by saying: a)It's against my religion b)I'm allergic to that. Our definition is "a lung disease caused by inhalation of very fine silicate or quartz dust." The entry for this word can be found in our Medical Dictionary. Now, you must realize that I have described only one aspect of this movie of all movies. He is pure evil. Were hoping to rely on our loyal readers rather than erratic ads. You can just bet that they look at every one that get's turned in to them, judging blackmail value, and whether or not you could get arrested. She didn't know. 'Ah the power of cheese!' Does it serve an obvious purpose? "[4], Last edited on 15 February 2023, at 20:26, An Accommodating Advertisement and an Awkward Accident, "Toward a Connectionist Model of Recursion in Human Linguistic Performance", Quartz: "One of this years Booker Prize nominees is just a 1,000-page-long sentence" 26 July, 2019, "For Passover, wacky Haggadahs feature zombies, Mrs. Maisel, President Trump, more", "This Book Is the Longest Sentence Ever Written and Then Published", "Review: This Book Is The Longest Sentence Ever Written And Then Published by Dave Cowen", https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Longest_English_sentence&oldid=1139572984, This page was last edited on 15 February 2023, at 20:26. I just keep going, and going and going. I, being weird, am pretty much immune to such expectations. The World's Largest Maths Problem Has Been Solved, And It. Stay tuned to hear my thoughts on tanning, and an evil card game, and who knows what elseOkay I'm back. Neo is told that he has two choices. Oh, and when my sister had to go to the bathroom very badly during a traffic jam, my mother had the good taste to making hissing/water noises to make my sister's problem worse. Warning: this product is illegal in most states) Wasn't that entertaining? If so, I guess I won't be writing here for quite awhileseeya. The winner not only gets the million-dollar prize, they get the chance to produce the show they created. . Grapes are used to make jelly, jam, juice and raisins. Did you really think I'd give you guys my ADDRESS? And now, back to our featured presentation. paste . I'll probably have another one soon, but that whole water thing has been buggin me for awhile. Oh, well. How can any company that takes so many "wholesome" pictures not be? in Books, Literature, Writing | March 14th, 2019 30 Comments. So she decided on a salad, only to discover that they didn't have her favorite salad dressing. These cookies do not store any personal information. Get the best cultural and educational resources delivered to your inbox. Python | Okay, fire is loud. I should make bumber stickers saying that. The smoke detector either never went off, or went off and the people just slept through it. I'm sure some so called "scientist" can prove all my theories wrongbut how? This page won't get a single hit, unless I bribe peoplenow that has possibilities. It does all my Math for me. I'm not sure why. Are you happy? And then the quality will rise. It's okay. That's how I knew it's name, picture and what it did. *sniffle* Why must this be? It's stupid and ironic and just shouldn't exist in a better world. How did you do that. My family also strongly suspects that she stole $20 from the donation thingy. No. Once upon a terribly dreadful time, there was a small cat-licking bird that lived on a lane by my house whose name was Charles just like every other soul, male or female, that lived on my smelly, stinky, orange, old, rotten, messy, busted cul-de-sac between . Is your school playground a gateay to the underworld? You're only browsing it. Well, seeya *waves brightly* I got to go to my Grendel (really cool book) project for school. Or, if I was weirder than I am, I could at least kill the monkey with the organ and eat it. We got there, we ate. Who'd thought that I could use time that many times in only a few sentences? (Absolutly nothing about that statement was sarcastic) As you can see, I love my families outings(Not unless you're blindor stupid) &#!#%&&!!! Its in the mail, I promise! Proud to be weird. Think about it. And I hava a very, almost special rant for you. Who am I kidding. We could all breath a sigh of relief as parents kept their children inside, away from the evil truck drivers and near the T.V. Please allow 6-8 weeks for delivery. Maybe you're lost. Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another thing that bothers me is organ grinders. It's a sad, cold, cruel world out there and you had nothing to relieve the monotony of it. Out loud. Naturally when it was announced that we'd be eating dinner in this place, I could hardly contain my excitment(I glared at my mother and asked why we couldn't go to Pizza Hut) When we arrived, we were promptly served (after thirty minutes) In the meantime, we played a family game of pool(my parents played while my brother and sister and I watched) After two rousing rounds, our food came. It was inspired, in part, by my sheer and utter boredom. In a moment of inspiration, I asked her who America fought. Today I added an update page, which is basically a less chaotic, outlined version of this without all the ranting. I can't remember what. It's pushing down on me, squishing my spine. 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!