If she had been in the Matrix, she would have likely been with Morpheus, never would have known about the plan's failure, would therefore not have been in the situation that resulted in her death. WAIT JUST A POLYP PICKING MINUTE!! I asked her what the golden rule of christianity was. Parents would buy their children computers, video games and other television neccesities. EryeahI'm back. Furthormore, is it considered accepted behavior to talk to these dead reptiles, in a cooey, baby talky kind of voice? Especially since I don't have viewers. But without the bad sound track. The moon has one-sixth of Earth's gravity. I'm so very, very tired. GRAVITY IS EVIL! Neo is told that he has two choices. Eventually, this would become a monthly tradition. And absolutly NO air-pressure. After all, isn't that basicly what the best teachers do? Let's keep in touch. *holds up a piece of paper, which, from a distance, appears to have writing on it* Yes, undenyable proof! The insanity and stupidity is mind boggling! What if, eventually, Earth's gravity get's very very strong, and we all imploud from the squishyness? See, very weird. Perhaps their just trying to be nice. My answer is simple. Seeya! But my idiotic body has an automatic alarm clock, or something. Or maybe it's everybody else that's weird. Girls began wearing skimpier, and skimpier bathing suits. TACO is still in my heart. 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's why. It's a time honored tradition. Yep! It gave me new insight into how weird I am. You remember my Moose's arch-enemy, don't you? What line of buisness, do you ask? I dunnoI guess I'm just kinda freaked out. Now, correct me if I'm wrongbut Iraq? Never . I will try to make the longest web page ever, made completely out of text! They'll probably just call us weird and laugh at us, but that's beside the point! The longest word entered in most standard English dictionaries is Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis with 45 letters. I made a virtual pet for it. For instance, I wrote: "I am the Crazy Taco! Well, next time you buy your $3 FREAKIN' dollar bottle of water, consider this. There is a world where you were never born. She's my little puppyshe fears grape flavored stuff, wind, rain, television, noise, silence, small children and pretty much everything. Conviently, ice cream trucks come around during the hottest part of the year (it must be a conspiracy). Pastebin.com is the number one paste tool since 2002. You don't belong here. And mildly weirded-out. The end is not here. Our mind's cannot conceive of the vastness of infinity. Plus, boxes are more convient than bags. I don't think I have any conspiracy theoriesexcept pop-ups/pop-unders. Despite its inclusion in the dictionary, it's generally considered superfluous, having been coined simply to claim the title of the longest English word. Maybe eventually some weird, bored person will wander onto my site on accident and be mildly entertained be my site until they wander onto a live video feed of a coffee maker. 46 min ago Good for it. You just let me rant on and on for you KNEW that eventually I would confuse myself with my vast puddle of knowledge. Anywaythat was my family vacation rant. or possibly "Who or What is Kodak". maybe the longest text ever. Did it make more sense that this text? Then you'll see these cute little "days-of-the-week" earrings at the mall, and you'll just have to get a few sets, just in case you lose some. To prevent this, I did nothing. And you probably suspect that it is something pathetic. You KNOW I ran out of imaginary money last week when I bought that imaginary country. Next to the Really Big Button, of course. I don't care if I have to ride the bus home if I stop work. Said order will in no way be held responsible for any damages, injuries, loss of life, limb, head, or organs. I now officially have proof that someone has been here! 12083 is a mid length novelette. 100% of something. I ended up writing things during the time of night when EVERYTHING is hilarious, including the word sheep. Then I realized that the buldozer already HAD been invented. And then the quality will rise. Or maybe not. But opting out of some of these cookies may affect your browsing experience. It's time to warn you, the viewererreaderabout the evils of various stuff. I think. Or maybe the Energizer Bunny. *drags reader back* See, I knew you'd stay! I must really be desperate for something to do. Which is exactly what it gets. Fire is my frienduntil it burns me. You're still here. We had to tell him that he would probley have to wait untill he was 21. THen we go to library. I highly recommend you see the movie yourself. Then, she accidently woke our three yappy dogs up, and they relized that they were in a car. Here are 65 examples of long sentences ranging from the relatively brief 96 words to one of the longest sentences at 2,156 words. who keeps asking if you can hear him. In otherwords, she's a small yappy dog who is big for her breed. Most book lovers would agree that coming across a very long sentence in a novel can sometimes require multiple reads to comprehend. Seeya. Well, look at you? "Lots of death, lots and lots of death in this section. There have been several claims for the longest sentence in the English language revolving around the longest printed sentence. And I can't think of anything else to do. And then the quality will go down and the vicious spiral of good and bad will continue untill I either give up this text, or go crazyer. That's the point you're trying to get across? Think about it. SHE has to get up at 6:11 to put on make-up, do her hair and basically annoy the heck out of me. Did you know that statistics prove that 45% of all statistics are completly made up by me (The Patron Saint of Paperclips)? Yeah. 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!
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