*blinks* Wowso I'm NOT paranoid. 4 min ago Oooo..I'm a poet, and don't I know it? Everyone, clap for "Meg".I gotta goseeya later! Okay. Just like a real psychologist. My evil, EVIL sister. paste . First devised by professor William J. Rapaport in 1972, this notorious sentence plays on reduced relative clauses, different part-of-speech readings of the same word, and center embedding. However, I am currently content to just sit here and type. Similarly, it also displays the longest word used in the text. Doesn't that just make you proud to be weird? So next semester I'll still have work, AP Lit, and AP Physics. Even though it gains pleasure from squishing my spine. I salute those people. of toilet paper, to do everything. Experience vague, pain-like sensations when you're not paying attention) This has been a public service announcement. *gagged reader glares* What's that? The Longest Sentence Contains the Longest Word - PRWeb Just "imagine" I have more!? Not that the aformentioned individual claims to have received hate mail (or mail of any kind) via a website link. I guess I'll just rant and rave about that whole vicious downward spiral of my writing. I don't understand it. It's strange. Was it coherent? Speaking of virtual pets, I'm revamping the ones on this site. HmmI seem to be jumping from one subject to another more frequently. Now I'm back. Although there are many lengthy monologues and multi-line descriptions in literature, the chapter from American author William Faulkner 's 1936 novel Absalom, Absalom! Especially since no one but me would ask the question. I's can get to my site again! That's what they need to do with the water. Any cookies that may not be particularly necessary for the website to function and is used specifically to collect user personal data via analytics, ads, other embedded contents are termed as non-necessary cookies. The huge run-on sentence consists of 1,288 words and countless clauses. Jonathan Coe's new novel - The Rotters' Club - contains a sentence of 13,955 words. And because she was the head fasion bimbo, everyone agreed that the look was definitly "in". I could be playing neopets, but ever since my bad experience with Treasure Planet, I don't feel like it. I know. This is because she memorizes the questions. Yep that's right. Did you know, that Kodak was part of the conspiracy to assasinate John F. Kennedy. That's why it MUST be EVIL! OkayI can do it. You KNOW I ran out of imaginary money last week when I bought that imaginary country. OkayI admit it. Now, in today's society of buying groceries on-line and getting them delivered, why hasn't any other food industry marketed this ingenius idea to bring the product to the consumer. **** THAT LIPSTICKS THE WRONG COLOR FOR YOU!! Oh, and I would like to mention to my *snicker* LOYAL fans that this Longest Text Ever DOES get updated at least once a week, so please, please, please, PLEASE do not read this once, in one sitting and then leave forever, and ever and ever! For an ENTIRE MONTH I have possesed the arcane knowledge, but I forgot to share it with you, my loyal potentially imaginary reader. Anyway, gotta go! My family has always bought Cheez-Its, to the point of making me physically sick at the thought of eating one. My answer is simple. Please allow 6-8 weeks for delivery. You gots extra money, don't you? I wonder what it's name would be. One day the chief sent his servants everywhere to find a good story-teller. Cheese is watching. Or he can try to save Trinity and doom mankind. TACO is still in my heart. Before she could start listing all of America's enemies, I gave her a hint. Wellbetter goI need to plan this out moreI'm back. Ooooooooooooo! But you'd never prove it was infinite. 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! I once*embarassed pause* had "Hey, You! Here is the sum total of my group's work. Now, wasn't that a fun list!? With a specific number of words. Now I want you to go to http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?biter=eon" If you do this I'll get points in the game. Using prior knowledge, I deduced that Mrs. X was full of crap. To compound things, I wasn't alone, and things just escalated. We thank you! 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. OR, maybe it's the writing. If you're asleep, the fire will wake you. You didn't run screaming to another site, thankfull for the chance to escape this insanity. How can any company that takes so many "wholesome" pictures not be? Number Two: I could helped the earth to find eternal and lasting peace. 'I found nothing else to do but to offer him on of my good Swede's ship's biscuits I had in my pocket'" And we're supposed to be GOOD in English! and eat dinner. It's also a pretty prime example of how homonyms (words that share spelling and pronunciation but have different meanings) can really confuse things. It was sad. (No, I don't like any of those creepy "pop" stars. Moving on, I have nothing else to say, but don't feel like quitting just yet. I should make bumber stickers saying that. OhI'm rambling again, aren't I? That way I can just outlaw the need for gravity and air pressure! If the universe is infinite it would be crazy to think that we're alone. Now I have a purpose in life! 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! If so, I guess I won't be writing here for quite awhileseeya. In obscure cookbooks. Gee, I hope not! So if you're not most people, you've made it down this far without skipping, skimming or getting the spark notes version. Of course, said adults would have to peel their butt-cheeks off the couchbut they'd have to do that for the delivary man anyway. Which is what I'm about to do. Hey, by the way. API tools faq. This would lead to a better, more stable economy. I bet you were just breathless in anticipation. That had nothing to do whatsoever with subliminal messagesit's just cool to say. Here's what I wrote this weekend: Woooooo! longest text ever (most deleted bc max 40000 letters) : (. I think. Founder @ World's Best Story amplifier of creativity & fun! It is the extraordinary sensory quality of his prose that enabled Faulkner to get away with writing the longest sentence in literature, at least according to the 1983 Guinness Book of World Records, a passage from Absalom, Absalom! It's a time honored tradition. isnt paying attention. America? That's how I knew it's name, picture and what it did. BoyI really enjoy confusing myself! I'm leaving nowI have some destruction to do. But, act now, or it will be too late, and you will be one of the losers that we'll be laughing at, assuming we have air to laugh with. One of my friends (who laughed at the armidillo story) named Tonileigh said "Jenny (that's me) is weirder than the average Psycho." Although I acted like an idiot. Especially since I don't have viewers. Were also on Pinterest, Tumblr, and Flipboard. Makes you think that the long held belief that Kodak conspired with the JFK assasin(s) is normal. I'll add that to the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK. were stuck in here, (alone my dear) and well problem never get out so dont start to shout. WE got it at Wal-mart. The single greatest invention of the computer gods. Sometimes I just do this, you know? It's like this. Did I resume asking retorical questions? WowI really must be bored. It's creepy. How could I forget the stupid Tootsie Roll Pop Commercials? But the secret doesn't exist so they are stupid. On video games. Subliminal messanging also explains the successes of certain fast-food resteraunts, and brand name items. Another article claims that an anitseptic turned a polar bear purple, drawing large crowds of people. | 0.47 KB, Python | UnfortunantlyI must leavebefore the confusion spreads and I do something stupidlike revealing my one weakness before youTHAT'S IT! 65 Long Sentences in Literature - Bookfox 2023 Long Paragraphs for Her Copy and Paste - Limitlesso It's just weird. There is a world where you are a faerie. Now, Moose has seen many feathers, birds even. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Image by Carl Van Vechten, via Wikimedia Commons. Oooo! This morning, my Mom came home from work. It's okay. There is a world where you were never born. So the (smallest number) + (middle number) = (largest number) The number 3, 4 and 5 satisfy this condition 3 + 4 = 5 because 3 = 3 x 3 = 9 4 = 4 x 4 = 16 5 = 5 x 5 = 25 and so . I have more stuff to write, but I gotta go right now. Too bad. Wooooo! We use cookies on our website to give you the most relevant experience by remembering your preferences and repeat visits. my dear theres nothing to fear thats only a box thats made of blocks next to the wagon that looks like a dragon why are you shaking its your fear that is making you shiver and act all a quiver. It makes me sad*sniffle* WellI feel better now. Yea*waits for applause* okay! I think mine involved a jaunty song to sing. That will be a wonderous day. Whatever the case, I decided that the whole world, (or three of four random people) deserve to know that if the world and or universe are destroyed, it's the evil, little, white, feather's fault. And if you expect something and get nothing, you feel cheated. I have officialy run out of ways I could have better spent my time. It's spiffy. I love it! *blinks* And I STILL can't remember what else I was gonna say to you people. Confusing Sentences That Actually Make Sense THe cake was good. The possibilities are literally endless. Or, as an alternative, I could have ruined several plans for world domination that other people made. Advertisement. * (*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? But I'm sure that if I just would have put my mind to it, I could have done it. But people buy name brands. I heard something and turned around, and there he was! (Next Commercial) Get ready fo: Faux's new "reality" TV show, "How Low Can We Go?" Good. RISE UP AND BARE YOUR BISCUIT FILTY FANGS AT THE LEASH WIELDING DEMON!! Would it be called DIS? Called the Boolean Pythagorean Triples problem, it was Solve Now. You see, if you memorize stuff, you only have to remember that the answer to number 6 is Clara Barton for a week, rather than having to remember that Clara Barton started the Red Cross for the rest of you life. Im gonna start quoting from the Flaming Chicken Handbook! How did Faulkner pull it off? is a question many a fledgling writer has asked themselves while struggling through a period of apprenticeship like that novelist John Barth describes in his 1999 talk My Faulkner. Barthreorchestrated his literary heroes, he says, in search of my writerly selfdownloading my innumerable predecessors as only an insatiable green apprentice can. Surely a great many writers can relate when Barth says, it was Faulkner at his most involuted and incantatory who most enchanted me. For many a writer, the Faulknerian sentence is an irresistible labyrinth.
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