And I became inspired to talk about nothing. Login Sign up. And I only took the quiz once, too. You cannot deny it. Awwwwisn't he cute? As you read this Historicly Accurate Anecdote, you must realize the parallel between it and the fable The Emperoro's New Clothes. I'm back! (Like alternate dimensions and stuff) So, there is a world where you are the creator of this Longest Text Ever. AwwwwwI'm touched! To think, YOU are trying to tell ME that YOU aren't here. Number Six: I could have implemented one of several plans for world domination. Like organ grinders, and the evil conspiracies. NO, wait. No? Naturally, I had many mixed feelings, primarily disgust, as I have not voluntarily eaten a Cheez-It in quite some time. So am I. Your subconsious mind acts on whatever it is told. Keep pressing it. What values, you say? It just seems extremly weird (and worthy of mentioning) that this semi-important guy from Kansas believes in a "vast breakfast food conspiracy". He sneaks into neighboring homes, and takes clothing, wrapped christmas presents, and anything he can find. but they did not give the award because i was a kid :C, @arkin It is supposedly the worlds longest published novel in English at 2.5 million words. Because it is in those veyr colors that the Matrix is programmed! Not only that, Dum-B-Gon: stimulates weight loss, cures "any" illness, does simple houshold chores, never leaves the toilet seat up and is the perfect gentle companion for your kids. What a good idea! If you're awake to hear it, chances are that you've already noticed the smoke, fire and eminent danger. SHARE. Not that I exactly have a word quota for the day. But that is false! Noone can do everything, so how can you expect a SIGN, with the I.Q. 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 . Some are answers to e-mails, the rest are just stuff I wrote. "lower the quality"? It was fairly fun. School is taking its toll. Were hoping to rely on our loyal readers rather than erratic ads. Anyway, seeya! And one out of a million people would probably have a few sentences. Would they dry into raisins? Then it would be okay. I didn't know that they had such good technology back then. It's been pretty quiet here lately, which is why I haven't added anything to this text in awhile. I admit it. Now you may be wondering what horrible beast is Moose's arch-enemy. It says that in black ander lime green! PARTS BREAK AFTER OVERUSE!! Such proofs often use computational proof methods and may be considered non-surveyable . You want me to stay. Our mind's cannot conceive of the vastness of infinity. So my dad picked a steak place. from graduation. What has the world come to? Please read our disclosure for more info. I'm bored. However, I am currently content to just sit here and type. I'm just bored. The author's vision was unique in that only he put biscuits and death in the same sentence. I sure hope other zoos won't copy them. Unless someone does something, Neo, Morpheus and many others will die. Now, you must realize that I have described only one aspect of this movie of all movies. How did you ever guess? In school, back before I even owned a computer, I'd type random words for long periods of time, 'cause I had nothing better to do. In this article, the reply -works best on pc/laptop. We're not sure. I don't exactly have a good track record with virtual pets. Which is what I'm about to do. 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. Sometimes I crack myself up. 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. Today, in my (Honors) English class, we did group work. Soit doesn't bother to find all solutions, and it may be wrong. Just like a real psychologist. I confirmed that the Union was Northern and Free, and that the Confederacy was Southern and Slave. I put hyphens in both of his titlesit must be a conspiracy! Maybe the evil little faeries with the sharp little teeth have put their evil faerie dust on my computer. Seeya. Try it. THAT IS ALL. He can deactivate the machines, (squidies) but at great personal cost. It was fun. 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. : I've had this nagging fear that I am part of some random but vast conspiracy (about what I'm not sure but it must be vast). Remember to send your answers to my sanity quiz to the e-mail account, flamingchickens333@hotmail.com Oh, and once I refer to myself in the first person again, the handbook quote is over. Especially since I just saw The Matrix: Reloaded. I thought of a topic on the way home, but forgot it. I think I'm so tired I can't sleep. BoyI really enjoy confusing myself! This action has made her very suspicious of where my loyalties lie. I worked for four hours at the "Library of Terror" sponsered by TAB. Who'da thought it? I am writing to let you know that I have received an email from {name of recipient}. No? That would explain that annoying green little blinkie light in them. It's like this. You gots extra money, don't you? It's about the (supposedly) infinite nature of the universe. 0 . Emma Taggart is a Contributing Writer at My Modern Met. Fortunatly, my mom recently finnaly switched our snack food preference. All contents of this site were designed for entertainment purposes only. Add comment. Did you know, that Kodak was part of the conspiracy to assasinate John F. Kennedy. When is it MYturn? And if you expect something and get nothing, you feel cheated. I tried to explain. Needless to say, I felt right at home. There is a world where you are a faerie. Now is the time to mourn the loss of one of my most loyal readers (I think she's read the entire thing one time, which is more than anyone else has done so far) She has been banned from accesing any portion of the Internet, do to reasons that must remain confidental due to security reasons. This highly experimental and abstract piece was published in a series of volumes beginning in 2007, with the final 19 volumes being published in 2008. So, I've decided that Moose works for some secret government organization, and that the feather is the key to the destruction of the world, and I am just blithely letting it enter our home, so that it may furthur its evil plans to destroy the universe. Yeahthatguyyou know who I'm talking about. Shoot them down like the dogs they are! and Jones: Sho, Kernel; sho now and catching him as he fell and commandeering the first passing wagon to take him to the house and carry him up the front steps and through the paintless formal door beneath its fanlight imported pane by pane from Europe which Judith held open for him to enter with no change, no alteration in that calm frozen face which she had worn for four years now, and on up the stairs and into the bedroom and put him to bed like a baby and then lie down himself on the floor beside the bed though not to sleep since before dawn the man on the bed would stir and groan and Jones would say, flyer I am, Kernel. I don't think I have any conspiracy theoriesexcept pop-ups/pop-unders. Especially that duct tape. Called the Boolean Pythagorean Triples problem, it was Solve Now. This page won't get a single hit, unless I bribe peoplenow that has possibilities. That made him happy. Like a division of mounties made entirely out of monks. All rights reserved. I was looking forward to having A elective, while everyone else was enjoying three or fouror even more. For instance, I wrote: "I am the Crazy Taco! GeeI wish I'd thought of that sooner. 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. Anyway, sorry for the lack of relative weirdness, conspiracy theories and doughnuts (my Moose ate them all). This website uses cookies to improve your experience while you navigate through the website. He is pure evil. I don't exactly know where it isoh, well. And you, the potentially non-existant reader gets a once in a lifetime chance to hear me rant and rave about my Horrible, Horrible Family Vacation. 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. It's time to warn you, the viewererreaderabout the evils of various stuff. Towards the end of the movie, Neo chooses to tell Trinity to stay out of the Matrix, since he saw her die in it. But I'm sure that if I just would have put my mind to it, I could have done it. Just make sure you "spray" your food first. 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. G. (f(t)) d(t) = - Here is the same long equation with a single equation number. One day I was randomly looking up images via Googleand 'lo and behold, there it was. You know? Confusing, huh? Then you'll need an "extra" pairfor special occasions. By clicking Accept, you consent to the use of ALL the cookies. Ice cream trucks! Gotta go, must lure innocent victems to the second most pointless site ever!!!! I'm backit's been awhile since I've written here. Wellthey are. The best way to be brief is to quit now. Longest math problem copy and paste We'll provide some tips to help you choose the best Longest math problem copy and paste for your needs. I mean, who'd a thought? Founder @ World's Best Story amplifier of creativity & fun! But I'd like to take this time to thank the 2 and 1/2 people in the entire universe who have bothered to read this entire thing. I think. This morning, my Mom came home from work. But then I listened to some of the new music I put on my site and mellowed out. OkayI admit it. And don't even get me started on earrings. I'm back. No? We can only hope that the digital camera manufacturers are kinder masters than the evil Kodak Lords. So, fellow conspiracy nuts: Take down the evil governmental safety device and take it apart. 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. There is a world where you are a slave to your TOASTER OVEN. It's a small light, but it's sooooooo annoying. Sonow I am down to one and a half readers. During the weekdays, I get about seven hours of sleep (usually less) and wake up at 6:11 a.m. Yep. It's not FAIR. How could you? When you look at them they are identical to the evil little Cheez-Its. After all, I'm not in this line of buisness for the fame, fortune and power. in Books, Literature, Writing | March 14th, 2019 30 Comments. Either way, I'm continuing to sort of entertain myself. My definition of fasion includes clothes, shoes, jewelery and all things of that nature. Once upon a time there lived a chief who liked to listen to stories. Time for another boring disclaimer!!!!!!! Maybe we're just really, really tired and had sugar. And lots of you are probably gloating 'cause you don't have to get up 'till 8:30. As Neo realizes all of this, through a nearly omniscient Architect of the Matrix, he makes another choice. THANKS FOR COMING! (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Image by Carl Van Vechten, via Wikimedia Commons. Which means that there are an infinite number of worlds with humanoid life. I am now barophobic (afraid of gravity). It just sounded very professional to say it. Death is like life in that after you die some things start life again inside of you. Oh, speaking of insane, I STILL need those much needed supplies for the Official Flaming-Chickens Lunar Colony! We never spam. The magic eight-ball glows with knowledge! But one of my classes is work, and two others are horrible year-round classes. What nowhmmmmmshould I share with you more of my paranoid/delusional conspiracy theories? I heard something and turned around, and there he was! DROOOOOL OVER MY MAGICAL POWERS!! Then, when it's in German, or whatever, translate it back to English. She tracks the feather smell all over the house, and goes crazy whenever I take it out of my pocket. It took him to my quiz page. Is fat-free food more delicious than food loaded with fat? I forgot it's name. Remember that rant I did on how there could be a secret camera in the smoke detector? NowI bet you're wondering why I don't just wake up a few minutes before I have to go. Ya know ya got ya ya girl ya ya know ya ya boy you got caught with them and then ya got a robot in the car with a car in your head that was the best dog ever and you can call me and call him when I wanna is it time I get off work I will see if I gotta I wanna is a time I got a ride truck truck ride and iiiuuyr. Wheather you're saved or doomed, find out now! Despite its inclusion in the dictionary, it's generally considered superfluous, having been coined simply to claim the title of the longest English word. Well, I better leave before I go on and on about more "reality" theories. Unfortunatly, I once again am devoid of a topic. Too bad. HOLY WAX! I definitly mistrust lots of stuff. She didn't think it was weird, either. We'd probably go crazier. No one has even bothered to e-mail them to me*sniffle*. Come on all you non-existing people! We had to do an essay on a book. This is actually my third attempt at doing this. Originally from Northern Ireland, she is an artist now based in Berlin. The Blah Story by Nigel Tomm contains the longest known sentence in the English language. And, once again, I have proof that someone actually took the time (two hours) to read this entire Longest Text Ever! It seems like blaggerent plagerism. I know. Today I had the misfortune of playing a Treasure Planet game on neopets.com It was terrible. Anyone just randomly typing letters will eventually accidently write a word, right? Except those specially formulated for weird-o's like me. But people buy name brands. I mean, come on! Speaking of food, what's up with pie? 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. It's yours for only 3 bi-monthly payments of $3.95 ($3,95,000 on days ending in "y")Don't forget, Dum-B-Gon is practically guaranteed! (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.) Sure, some of this "fasion" stuff is cool and all, but all it shows is that you had the three and three-quarters brain cells required to copy someone else's "look". She agrees, but only after seeing how important it is to him. I think. 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. Remember, e-mail psopc@flaming-chickens.com the much needed suppliesif that is possible. If you can spare any of these items, please e-mail them to me. 5000 hits! *nods* I thought so. I have officialy run out of ways I could have better spent my time. One guy was a "shock therepy" patienthe was a good actor. Any way, that's it for now. ", and translated it to German. I WANT to write. Now, a long time ago, people were sort of smarter. WHAT!? *hides large ax behind back* Come here, topic! America? I know it was her idea, 'cause my dad hates it, too. You cannot judge them simply because they have no apparant function. Everything is fine. And on to:#4You make your friends look normal in comparison. I made a virtual pet for it. What kind of reasoning is that? It must have cost a fortune to feednot to mention the mess. Was it on purpose, or was it just some mistake? OH, DON'T YOU SEE THE TOENAILS?!! Or maybe the Energizer Bunny. Right now, my spacebar is malfunctioningthat's not goodI have to press it two or three times just to insert a freaking space. Fire is free. When I was at a TAB poetry thingy (TAB is good TAB is great We love TAB) I met some new people. And lastly, you'd have to know where the heck this site is. Goodbyeoh, and the fresh chicken wings might be to blame. AND THAT IS WHY TOASTER PASTRIES WILL BURST INTO FLAMES IF YOU DON'T KEEP AN EYE ON THEM! I said "The Union fought" With a crack, snaple and pop, some random synapses in her brain connected in the right order and she said "CONFEDERACY!!!" But I seriously wonder what something written by a senile person would be like. When I win 500np on a normal game, I move to the 500 point. The longest sentence in the world is currently being served by Charles Scott Robinson, who is serving a sentence of life without parole in the United States. Wellit's not. The Patron Saint of Paper Clips (me again!) Seeya! Now, you may be wondering what is so terrifying about a small, white, feather. Proud to be weird. Some of my pages have stuff written in to make search engines recognize me, but it doesn't seem to be working. It actually lists what random minerals they through in to make it TASTE like salt. But, my stupid internal alarm clock is starting to wake me up around six. It was uncomfortable in the back, it was too hot, it was too cold. I mean, I've been doing this much, much longer than the other person. But, what would be the fun in that? You just let me rant on and on for you KNEW that eventually I would confuse myself with my vast puddle of knowledge. Now, correct me if I'm wrongbut Iraq? I think. Oh, by the way, I was paid a decent compliment today. According to my theory that everything is real. We need to act now! For all you, the uninformed consumer, could know, it might have rat poison in it. YOU'RE ALL ZOMBIE THIGH-FAT PEOPLE BROUGHT INTO ANIMATION BY SOME EVIL FORCE OF FORCEFUL EVIL!!! SEEYA! But somewhere, it exists. and even if they could it wouldn't do them any good because it would scare them instead of the aformentioned individual. The huge run-on sentence consists of 1,288 words and countless clauses. I hate Math. When I pressed her, she confessed she didn't know what chrisianity was. No? I don't suppose you fell for that little thing about the refresh button. Isn't that like a slang term for an insult? I'm back! There are now longer sentences in . I know, I'll start of list of why it's fun/good to be insane/weird! Yesthat's rightsuicide. But without the bad sound track. In return companies would make a profit, pay their workers better. It only takes me a few minutes to get ready, then I can go back to bed. That's right, a sword! It's strange. It would be a sin against humanity for a better site to exist. All the other internet writers have nothing on me, except they're better at advertising, having a central theme/plot and basically more talented. Not neat little text in classifiable rows, in alphabetical order. Do not MOCK me! He snuck up on me one day in our room (in the game) with a sword! She's my little puppyshe fears grape flavored stuff, wind, rain, television, noise, silence, small children and pretty much everything. The universe is EVERYTHING, how can it end? I was contemplating how my heavy load of books made me like a bulldozer and than I was about to suggest to my friend, "Meg" that we invent one. Definitly. But I must. responsible for any faulty wiring or lack thereof in your computer. They're disgusting, bland and definitly not made of cheez, whatever that is. You CANNOT DENY it! You seewhen it's hot, you want something cold to eat. The Official FLaming-Chickens Handbook already confirms that fact! That makes complete and total sense! 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. All because YOU tried to convince me that I was crazy. TACO is still in my heart. I'm back. The point is that it is nice to have readers. Especially the part about the biscuits and cheese. Uhdon't think soNumber Four: I could have learned to drive. Did you know that there is over two miles of air sitting on you right now? It sucked. I don't care if I have to ride the bus home if I stop work. I've been obsessed with various webcomics, creating the stupidly long new Phobia Quiz and being maniacly hysterical about my site always being down due to bandwith issues. *sniffle* I feel so sorry for you! You would have to have several characteristics that I possess. Pastebin is a website where you can store text online for a set period of time. They may go to a resteraunt with an arcarde, or the movies or to a theme park. and eat dinner. are completly accidental and are not the fault/responsibility of the creators. I'm so very, very tired. I gave up in exasperation. And "Mr. Owl" replies "OneTwooThree! Parents would buy their children computers, video games and other television neccesities. were stuck in here, (alone my dear) and well problem never get out so dont start to shout. I can't believe I'm bothering to do this. It's about six contestants who compete to create the worst, least likely "reality" TV show. If my sisteruhMrs. X were ever asked a question on the Civil War on a quiz show, she'd come up with nothing. Today my frazzled-brain produced something that is decidedly Jenny (that's my more or less "real" name). There's salt, of course, and aluminum sulfate, and other compounds. I can usually fall back asleep (if I don't panic and think I'm late for school), but the stupid thing wakes me up again exactly seven hours after I originally fell asleep. Now I'd better go and torture my Moose with it:) I am officially back. I'm so very, very tired. Just goes to show what boredom can do to you. But, the wings were'nt really special. Apparantly my standards of weird have gone up. So here it is! That's just silly. 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!