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. I know. At least it's over. You know you want to! (Absolutly nothing about that statement was sarcastic) As you can see, I love my families outings(Not unless you're blindor stupid) &#!#%&&!!! Want to advertise with us? (There's probably drugs in it). It's a sad, cold, cruel world out there and you had nothing to relieve the monotony of it. HILARIOUS! But this proof degrades this mysterious, mystical and mystifying "quality" of my words. Most likely they test it BEFORE they add the extra stuff"Yep, Bob, this is some mighty pure water." Fire is my frienduntil it burns me. The workers would then be able to afford more entertainment items and the upward spiral would continue, as opposed to the evil downward spiral of my writing. I hate Math. And why do I even care? For that matter, how do you know that ANYTHING but you exists! Enjoy! Shame on you! The vendors get oodles of cash, and the kids get ice cream. She tracks the feather smell all over the house, and goes crazy whenever I take it out of my pocket. Sure, certain members of my family do pay WAY to much attention to fasion, but that's just because of the expectations of society. Not even my friends*sniffle* The just ignore this poor, pathetic little page. And I only took the quiz once, too. Now, you may be wondering what is so terrifying about a small, white, feather. I'm back. 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. I can even see the shadow of my hand on the wall from the light those things shed. Ooooooo! After all, how can I be self derisive, and full of low expectations for this site if I KNOW people are hereseveral thousand of them in fact, in just a few months. We had to tell him that he would probley have to wait untill he was 21. By Ben Lee. He can save mankind, and doom Trinity. Never . How discouraging. All rights reserved. HOLY WAX! Maybe you're lost. Oooo..I'm a poet, and don't I know it? But, if you expect something and get something you feel nothing. After all, look how long this text is. I don't want to be in this messI'm going to bed. Pop-Up ad's help you get rid of pop-up ads? You see, most people, they don't like reading or writing. And, are monkeys spelled monkies? It sets a perfect example for you young, impressionable minds. Try it. Too bad. And almost never finish. 189,819 Letters Yes, that number is correct. from graduation. And I don't really have a topic today. Any derogatory statement is simply an opinion of an individual, not of the flaming order of the flaming chickens. After a horrific chain of events (is it coincidence, or fate) the people who will deactivate the secondary power source of the building Neo is infiltrating, die. He would do everything in his power to keep his dream from becoming reality. And not so pissed at my weird family. To support Open Cultures educational mission, please consider making a donation. ", and translated it to German. She answered: England, Russia, and (out of sheer desperation) Iraq. Cheese is not a wild thing!!!!!!!!! That's why. He snuck up on me one day in our room (in the game) with a sword! I thought it was. For more information, e-mail EnpuUnknown@msn.com Wellseeya! Come on everyone, group hug. Even though air is light, that much air adds up. Wellseeya! I'm gonna quote from the FLAMING CHICKENS HANDBOOK again! Jesus Christ is my lord and savior.You guys probably think that that is the worlds longest sentence, but it's not,because I just keep on adding commas, and it's pretty easy, if you think about it, so anyway there is this girl at school and she's my friend, and all but she's turning . Pastebin.com is the number one paste tool since 2002. If you have something better to do, why wouldn't you be doing it right now? This is just a pointless excursive in spelling errors and grammatical imprecision. Parents would buy their children computers, video games and other television neccesities. Well, at least she knows that slaves were involved in the war. The whole meal thing was about the only interesting thing to happen during the week. Stay tuned to hear my thoughts on tanning, and an evil card game, and who knows what elseOkay I'm back. I was bored, and a dilligent reader suggested I make fake commercials, sotherer they are. yeah. NowI'm gonna go and worry about the light on my toaster ovenseeya! It means that WAL-MART TV IS EVIL! School children won't be able to correctly identify the color of a zebra. It's creepy. *enter Squirell* What's that, little Squirell? A good one. Men, of course, had no complaints. TAB members got pizzalots of pizzaand candy. And that's just what I can list from memory. So my goal changed from surviving to laughing evilly while my character died. Bye! With a shake, the future is revealed! | 13.41 KB, JSON | Because nature supposidly abhors a paradox. Back to the original topic! Once I got this computer, I decided to do something similar on my beloved site. Why not click on the Very Weird Stuff link to see more, or click on the music link? Did I resume asking retorical questions? We got to go to a bar and play pool!!!!! The possibilities are literally endless. There ARE aliens. That way I can spread my love, joy and insane chaos to more people! If my sisteruhMrs. X were ever asked a question on the Civil War on a quiz show, she'd come up with nothing. If the facts beg to differ, than the facts are wrong. Or have I been doing that too much lately? Or, at the very least, not label it as "pure". And, you have to remember that because infinity is infinite, you can divide it an infinite number of times. Pastebin is a website where you can store text online for a set period of time. We just picked random words in the selection and wrote about them. With our patented "spray". and even if they could it wouldn't do them any good because it would scare them instead of the aformentioned individual. *sigh* I can't think of anything to write. My character is actually dodging the stupid rocks better now then when I controlled him. I added to the lenghth of the LTE without even thinking! No, we got the greatest family outing of all. 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! MOstly donut cake. This resourceful young vanguard of fasion decided to cover her extreme embarassment by acting like she meant to horribly damage herself. And I asked myself "How could I have better spent my time?" Noone can do everything, so how can you expect a SIGN, with the I.Q. Although there are many lengthy monologues and multi-line descriptions in literature, the chapter from American author William Faulkners 1936 novel Absalom, Absalom! Or possibly a really good president who wanted to fly to the moon. I fought with vegitables, covered myself in bubble wrap, groveled before the Great Banana and dodge skittles and flying doughnuts and rubber chikens. It's pushing down on me, squishing my spine. I'm completly and totally addicted. 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. Aren't you happy? I worked for four hours at the "Library of Terror" sponsered by TAB. (Next Commercial) Get ready fo: Faux's new "reality" TV show, "How Low Can We Go?" Another reason why this isn't as long as Galaxy's is that I refuse to write every day as it would--this is the funny part--LOWER THE QUALITY OF MY OVERALL WORK! Well, look at you? And I've realized that I am a complete idiot. As in, I was half-asleep, hoping that we'd arrive while I slept. We become indebted to. But, the wings were'nt really special. Unless you're bored. 46 min ago we clapped. So he kept her out of the Matrix, and she saw the problem, and entered the Matrix to fix it. Called the Boolean Pythagorean Triples problem, it was Solve Now. The food trucks could even play music that made you hungry for their food. There are now longer sentences in . So we were already off to a bad start. I am going to start a protest group. It's an honest question as I fear that my non-gender specific sibling is weird. Anyway, gotta go! It deludes all of American's sweet, innocent, candy-loving children into thinking that a cartoon owl is smarter than they are! Okay, now I'm starting to scare myselfI'm gonna quit for today. If you don't believe that all that air has weight, try going into space sometime. Say it. You don't see them, but your subconsious (dreaming) mind does. Hmmmmmmm. That meant only one corse of action for them. See? Next thing you know, you're internet connection will die. | 13.63 KB, JSON | It's a word. Today, in my (Honors) English class, we did group work. Between her bickering with my sister, and obsessivly playing neopets games, I don't know what to do with her. Wheather you're saved or doomed, find out now! But, you should know that, since you like reading. I'm back! 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. Pythagoras Theorem is a + b = c. Sometimes I just do this, you know? 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. Before we knew it, we were on the road. Those few who actually could think and avoided the sun were considered to be outcasts. Why bother asking? Obviously, you know this. Welltwo can play by THOSE rules. 5000 hits! They started shaking and barked their little heads off. You could be floating out in empty space, conjuring nice little fantasies to relieve the monotony of being the only living being! As long as I'm happy, right. If you judged everything by what it doesn't acomplish, then the entire world is populated by pointless beings. I think that such gender-specific torture should be deemed inhumane and abolished from our great societyof flaming chickens. I dunnoI guess I'm just kinda freaked out. Here, see if you can find the super-secret message! Perhaps their just trying to be nice. Plus, I am horrible at spelling. I've always known that I was weird, that's always been a given. The experimental writers sentence style inspired hundreds of writers since, including Samuel Beckett, Virginia Woolf, F. Scott Fitzgerald, James Joyce, and other masters of modern literature. But, whatever. RANDOM PERSON: Uh-huh, that's nice. I tell people I know about this site, but they either ignore this page, or don't even bother coming to the site in the first place.
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