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the repeater
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in wooden crates made of fresh pine boards used previously to ship tulip bulbs, not from holland, because it said underneath a sticker that they were from england, copello had several stacks of books and magazines.
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Daria
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My extra long senteces could beat your little wimpy ones any day little Mr. Reapeter man, Cause your brain will never be half as special as my perfect mind(Ha, I wasn't even trying to beat you!)
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Daria
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Now this is for real, I will try to beat you in this little contest that we never actally tried to start and you will probably never see what Im writing but this proves to be kinda amusing anyways(periods are for sissy cocksuckers)....
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Daria
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Little did I know that we would be reading our papers aloud when i had decided to unearth the paper from my sock drawer (when I say that I mean it figurativly, my socks were actually quite clean) I had little idea that I would be sharing this morbid line of thought with the rest of the world.
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020321
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i glanced sidelong down the vast, expansive corridor which led from the south vestibule in the new southwest annex to the brand-new intercontinental trans-atlantic underground high speed tube-train tunnel with my mind full of visions of her slightly quivering hand, bathed in red and white light, holding a lightly crumpled sheet of paper which read, "he almost reached nirvana, almost."
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yesterday swam on like a plethora of meaningless sigils, all compounded in to contrise little amorphous memories, waving and the sheening sun and rambling on and over the undulating rivers and seas, passing through the divinity of sky and land and well, as I said a plethora of meaningless sigils; all intent on that yesterday I can't ever revisit in true form, because past is only in those amorphous memories trailing like the fog over the sigils, still meaningless, and always painful and true to the fact of well, a conjunction, because without them you can't move on, you can't write long sentences just for the ridiculous reason of seeing how long you can ramble on in literary word without a damned period, when in reality anyone actually trying to read the sentence would've passed out by now, and stay lying on the floor only faintly remembering what a normal sentence was or what normal breathing is, and having the burning desire of their lungs for oxygen relieved by the automated subconscious, which is also somehow related to this amorphous memory that alludes us all, and paints our past with false smiling pictures for the sake that the future, and ultimately the present, might uphold to that same unreknowned guilty plearsure of highlighted and edited, and then covered with glitter and other instantly beautiful but ultimately repulsive things, might visit the present and hold us up high in a euphoric state that will never exist except in fantasy, and I'm not saying fantasy is a bad thing, stories are where we actually become what we idealize, and help us towards achieving our goals; and not all stories are fantasies either, but it's pretty damn close to all of them; and lastly, to conclude, to all you stuck up english teachers out there who are sticklers for the use of language, I dare you to count the number of clauses in this obese paragraph, the end.
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Daria
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When you use that many commas it shouldn't count because its like you are seperating it into a million little thoughts that arn't really connected so they shouldn't be put together in on sentence so I still win because I can make the longest sentences without using "and" or any commas!!!!!!!!
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