This confirmed my suspicion that she only went so that she could have the use of the church's playground equipment. You just let me rant on and on for you KNEW that eventually I would confuse myself with my vast puddle of knowledge. It's been pretty quiet here lately, which is why I haven't added anything to this text in awhile. Pastebin . Now her sister sounds an alarm whenever she sees the evil feather. Login Sign up. They may go to a resteraunt with an arcarde, or the movies or to a theme park. It was fairly fun. The longest word entered in most standard English dictionaries is Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis with 45 letters. 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! And so, I'll take a trip down memory lane, to the dark depths of the past, to when I decided to make this page. He tried to kill me! Before you know it you'll realize that you need Christmas earrings, Halloween earrings, Valentine's Day earrings, St. Patrick's Day earrings, for crying out loud! 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! You have to admit its sheer coolness. That's just how many times you have to click before you can leave. *Squirell wanders off in search of electrical sockets to sniff* What's that, Hypothetical Reader? Right? I tried to explain. I'm bored. Now, a long time ago, people were sort of smarter. Oh, wellI tired of nostalgia. I clarified, which countries fought in the Civil War. It's just sickening, you can't even take a simple photo nowadays. We accept PayPal, Venmo (@openculture), Patreon and Crypto! Neither of us thought to question the other. AwwwwwI'm touched! So my dad picked a steak place. You'd have to find the end, of course. But one of my classes is work, and two others are horrible year-round classes. Number One: I could have cured cancer. E-mail us for questions, comments, complaints and information. Number Two: I could helped the earth to find eternal and lasting peace. So here it is! | 13.41 KB, JSON | Oh, by the way, I noticed that whenever I use spell-check, my stupid computer turns the word probley into to word problem. I think. *waits for readers to become insanely jealous* Yep, that's right, a bar with a pool table! Code: 472 of the Flaming Chickens Handbook states that this site in no way aknowledges the existance of other, better sites (hereon reffered to as the Losers) The Losers are a myth. Air pressure. I can even see the shadow of my hand on the wall from the light those things shed. Next to the Really Big Button, of course. After all, I'm talking to you, aren't I? What makes them undesirable for pie? I have very low expectations of my site. Receive our Weekly Newsletter. After all, I'm not in this line of buisness for the fame, fortune and power. The events of Neo's dream unfold. And #5: You can give each of your pets several weird names such as: Ringling-Raison-Bailey-Suzana-Midnight-Schultz, Squirell, Moose, Moose-Moose, Moosey-Moose, Linzey-Moose, Muffin, Squirell-Muffin, Yabby-Doodle, Abby Normal, Wiggle-Baby, Wiggle-Muffin, Witle-Baby, Cheese-Monkey, Muffin-With-Squirell-Juice, Squirell-With-Muffin Juice, Moosey-Juice, Squirell-Monkey, etc. 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 might be asked a question about them on a quiz show. Sonow I am down to one and a half readers. Jonathan Coe's new novel - The Rotters' Club - contains a sentence of 13,955 words. No? You cannot DEFEAT me! Oh, well. I bet you couldn't tell. No one I know is that obsessed with earrings, it was just an example. My dad. Completly defeated, I told her that it was the religion she practiced every Sunday when she went with her friends to church. Subliminal messages are an advertising technique that puts hidden pictures and words into a main image. The distance between the two extremes of how much I could have won is 1000np, making me feel like I've won much more than if I'd played a normal game. Okay. I'll tell you why. I need to find a topic. But how, may I ask, can you find the end of the FREAKIN' universe? You're shocked at my selfish, bad, memory. So if you have an infinite number of people, some are going to have entire books of coherent stuff. I mean, she traded Asia for a carrot! Speaking of animals, there's a cat in California who is a kleptomaniac (likes to steal stuff). Number Nine: Now it's just getting redundant, isn't it? To Cheese Nips. I hope not. ONly not really. That will be a wonderous day. Or CRAP, for short. Now, you must realize that I have described only one aspect of this movie of all movies. Oh, guess what? Because in some world, the video game is real. No one is really coming here, anyway. It's not fair! This has been my hourly Public Service Announcement that I only do when I feel like it. That meant only one corse of action for them. Plus, I am horrible at spelling. Hits all right. Now I must take my leaveand remember. Anyway, I'm gonna go. Fire is good. My definition of fasion includes clothes, shoes, jewelery and all things of that nature. No guarantee that he'll succeed in saving Trinity. Before you know it, we'll have orange alligators, pink tigers and blue lions. Hmmmmgood question. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Image by Carl Van Vechten, via Wikimedia Commons. Originally from Northern Ireland, she is an artist now based in Berlin. Pastebin.com is the number one paste tool since 2002. Just make sure you "spray" your food first. For the love of Story. I've always known that I was weird, that's always been a given. It's the same concept. Why else would they invest all that money to show commercials in their own store? He even tried to hide the sword behind his back! The whole meal thing was about the only interesting thing to happen during the week. In any caseI guess that smoke detectors are a neccesary evilbutWHY DO THEY HAVE TO HAVE THAT STUPID LIGHT? Then I realized that the buldozer already HAD been invented. I think I'm so tired I can't sleep. 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. This has been bothering me for a while. By the time you're eighty, you'll have enough ear jewelry to open up your own jewelry shop. It's time to warn you, the viewererreaderabout the evils of various stuff. She didn't think it was weird, either. Although, as I said, there's no way to prove me wrong OR right. Why do I have to work year round? These cookies will be stored in your browser only with your consent. What does it sound like? I was bored, and a dilligent reader suggested I make fake commercials, sotherer they are. (Like alternate dimensions and stuff) So, there is a world where you are the creator of this Longest Text Ever. Oooooo! I think. We think. [1], As a result, one linguistics textbook concludes that, in theory, "there is no longest English sentence. Maybe I should put quotation marks around themnah, too much work. It's so completly garbled, it's funny. Want to advertise with us? I'm back. You cannot deny it. This is specified in Code: 343 of the Flaming Chicken Handbook. Sign Up , it unlocks many cool features! 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!!!" No matter how unlikely something is, if the universe is infinite, it's happening an infinite number of times. That is a direct quote from GIR, co-star and comic-relief on INVADER ZIM. I feel inspired and happy and other really good emotions and stuff. I rule theer*random Loyal Minion whispers in ear* That's right! Can a senile person write? That sounds good, too. I've spent the past three years of my life EXPECTING each semester to be like a mini-year. I've seen it. I can just see it nowIt could be called Know-Your-Food. WANNA SEE ME PULL A TAPEWORM OUTTA MY ****!! I'm so happy! If you make a purchase, My Modern Met may earn an affiliate commission. I can just see Hot Dog, and Pizza trucks roaming the neighbor hoods, selling treats to hungry childrenand adults. Still later that day, she got offended at some trivial thing and decided that we weren't going anywhere at all. Is this getting confusing to you? Maybe I'd seen it before, and that's where I got the idea. All this information and more is yours for the low, low price of 5 payments of $29.99! Right now. Wouldn't pure water TASTE pure, and impure water TASTE impure? For more information, e-mail EnpuUnknown@msn.com Wellseeya! And then the quality will rise. 189,819 Letters Yes, that number is correct. This is a list of unusually long mathematical proofs. www.flaming-chickens.com! Okay. I'M FINE! I would have sold the monkey and the organ and been able to eat for at least a year. I probley should have capitalized something, or underlined but I'm feeling lazyhey, you try to keep your two and a half readers happy! Could the pop-up blocker people have chosen a better means to advertise their product? She likes sniffing potentially dangerous stuff, like electrical sockets. The future is determined by the triangles, in a startling blue color which spin around in a zany manner. Grapes are used to make jelly, jam, juice and raisins. And I've realized that I am a complete idiot. Not only that, but how do you know that YOU actually exist? Wellit's not. My sister. You could be the figment of someone else's dream. 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. If I told you, I'd have to kill you and all that stuff. NOTHING! World's largest sentence. It looks right. !STARE DEEP INTO THE STINKING ABYSS OF MY INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED SLICES!!! Like organ grinders, and the evil conspiracies. Maybe we're just really, really tired and had sugar. Anyway, only watch wal-mart if you WANT to be subliminaly entertained into purchasing a new set of TUPERWARE, even though your old set is PERFECTLY fine. consisting of 1,288 words and who knows how many different kinds of clauses. 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. You wanna play that way. Here are 65 examples of long sentences ranging from the relatively brief 96 words to one of the longest sentences at 2,156 words. It would make no sense. We become indebted to. Sentences can be made arbitrarily long in various ways. Wellthat just makes me filled with gooey happiness. All of Faulkners modernist contemporaries, including of course Joyce, Wolff, and Beckett, mastered the use of run-ons, to different effect. And one out of a million people would probably have a few sentences. A man has been recorded spending more than three hours to pronounce what is supposedly the longest word in the English language . By the way, TAB is a worthwhile, community-service organization. You can't blame me. Josh says I probably won't remember writing any of this, but I can't sleep. Hmmmmmwhat is this world coming to? Yeah. that was recognised in the 1983 Guinness Book of World Records was the longest ever written. And if you expect something and get nothing, you feel cheated. I've finnally figured out sorta, maybe, kinda, how to do stuff to make it more real. Anyway, yeah, I'm a furry, but since I'm a young furry, I can't really do as much as I would like to do in the fandom. Or maybe I just wanna go to bed. I mean, I don't think I could afford a monkey, and I'm not exactly on the streets. Time for another quote from the FLAMING CHICKEN HANDBOOK!!! Perhaps you don't have time to waste e-mailing me. Aren't you happy? The sentence ends up with a 3,609,750-letter . ME: Yeah, but I told her that she'd be a terible ruler. Am I enjoying asking retorical questions? Cheese is not a wild thing!!!!!!!!! Oh, and don't forget to celebrate Mad Hatter Day on October the 6th. Today was Halloween. This morning, my Mom came home from work. RANDOM PERSON: *head explouding from sheer insanity* As you can see, I was a very weird child (this happened in elementary schooluhexcept for that head-explouding part). longest possible text for discord. How do you know I even exist? The inanimate world, on the otherhand, expects nothing of you. I know, I took you completly by suprise. DROOOOOL OVER MY MAGICAL POWERS!! Why do weird people (myself included) obsess about monkeys? But, it ended up making more sense than I anticipated (scary thought, huh). "Purified" water. Why can't I? hello, I like to play Fortnite it is a really good game. . You say it didn't let you out? The Official FLaming-Chickens Handbook already confirms that fact! 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. We'd probably go crazier. I gotta go. Because it is in those veyr colors that the Matrix is programmed! i hate dress shoes. Anyway, gotta go! Celebrating creativity and promoting a positive culture by spotlighting the best sides of humanityfrom the lighthearted and fun to the thought-provoking and enlightening. I'll only say that it was the first game you could "talk" to and was the first (and only) N64 virtual pet. You don't see them, but your subconsious (dreaming) mind does. As long as you don't mind a few more couch potatoes. Enjoy! My entire family is weird. But then I listened to some of the new music I put on my site and mellowed out. Not only that, but there are an infinite number of different kinds of intelligent life. *gigles* It milght have been a sugar rush 'cause now we're having a sugar crash. THAT IS ALL. Last night I was super-charged with lots of sugar and not a lot of sleep. The Blah Story by Nigel Tomm contains the longest known sentence in the English language. Okay, maybe it was the ranch dressing instead of the special, fresh buffalo wings. Come on all you non-existing people! Should you violate the purpose of this site: i.e. In any caseit's awful. It doesn't smell funny, (I asked my brother, since I don't have a sense of smell), it seems perfectly ordinary. Chomp" And he bites it. On almost all the "purified" water bottles I've ever seen it has the following mesage: "Purified through reverse osmosis. I asked her how you dress on the forth of july (she said nice) I asked what the colors red, white and blue were (pretty). 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. Anyone just randomly typing letters will eventually accidently write a word, right? This action has made her very suspicious of where my loyalties lie. It hurt. E-mail. Of course, there is also regretafter all, I could have made a fortune if I'd been the first to think of it. I gots stuff to do! I'm leaving nowI have some destruction to do. With an infinite universe, there are infinite possibilites. Plus, the kids at the daycare (where I work, obviously) say that I'm "cool to talk to". In Math, one teeny, tiny little mistake will make you get the entire thing wrong. At one point, I read an article that stated that it had been proven, conclusivly, that Kansas was flatter than the standard pancake. We never spam. The six longest sentences (1,000+ words) are mostly a curiosity, just to see what is possible. What if, eventually, Earth's gravity get's very very strong, and we all imploud from the squishyness? Then, she accidently woke our three yappy dogs up, and they relized that they were in a car. That's it, I'm gonna take drastic measures! OrI could just continue to write about finding a topic. Im gonna start quoting from the Flaming Chicken Handbook! After all, look how long this text is. but if I do, only friends and enemies will receive copies. ME: My vicious, psychotic, flesh-eating bunny-rabbit wants to rule the world. PlusI gots oblimagationsobligaton.obligations to this site. Goodbye for nowNow I'm back. Unless you have a digital camera, which are a symbol of freedom from the old ways and willing enslavement to the new ways. Or maybe not. Sleeping is fun. Ketchup: The only food that you'll want to eat after traveling to the 5th Dimension. And lastly, you'd have to know where the heck this site is. Good for it. What cruel fate is this? Think about it. Then I do my homework. What I liked best was the philosophy on choices. Sometimes I crack myself up. Apparently the point of the game was to get your character to shout "Whoo-Hoo!" Time for another boring disclaimer!!!!!!! *pauses* Oh. For that theory to work, I'd have to be psychicor in possesion of a freaky time-traveling computer. But I seriously wonder what something written by a senile person would be like. Oh, and all those weird squiggly lines and symbols, those are supposed to be apostrophes, but neopet's code is weird, and I'm not gonna bother to edit it. It means that WAL-MART TV IS EVIL! That's why I like fast-food salt. And absolutly NO air-pressure. Back to the present. And on to: Number Eight: I could haveuhhhhummmmmactually thought up these things before hand. The end is not here. I bet you wanna go eat some Ketchup covered Dum-B Gon right now, while watching "reality" TV. I don't exactly know where it isoh, well. It makes you think of Name-Brand vs. Generic cereal brands. Insane, chaotichmmmmmI wonder who thought of it? 46 min ago One of these people (who shall remain nameless untill such time that I have explicit permission to use her name) turned out to be almost as weird as me. Either way, Kodak is undeniably evil. Nor can I find it on any search engines. Yeah, I know, regular schedule schools do that. I'm back. | 0.47 KB, Python | Okay. Minerals added for a pure, fresh taste." The Patron Saint of Paper Clips in no way wishes harm on your computer.