You have not seen senseless banter, this is senseless banter

Dont know why but the pine apple agreed it should not climb the tree at night when the snow leaves the raccon on that bit of wood sitting on top of the mountain near the polar bears home, when it knew it should not have eaten that fish until it caught another one. Which was up slightly in its diet, beacuse of the global warming cooling the current up the stream of mexico shutting down southern californa hot weather plunging it into an ice age, as the north pole melts out of existence, joining onto australia becoming teh atlantic.

At this point Rupert the business man decided it was useless to use his sales pitch on the oil companys fighting against america on the coast of iran. no wonder bush hid in the bush after the atomic blast sit his secret base on fire near osama bin laded and his friends. At that moment the pope knew it was time to get the holy water and run for the mountains for 6 days. focurse it did not effect the bananna on the tree as it had never been picked in the first place. However it was getting old and soon it would drop to the ground.

menwhile the grass grew in the greenlands silently while china decided to invade america because it did not take what it said back about the nuclear weapons program.
After buliding the secret space weapons the poor budget backfired and there was no firepower at all.

that was when a leaf on the tree in the country of newzealand, fell onto of an ant, which resulting in it running away under a rock, which was where most people were living when the earth decided to change its axis tilted and turning, the magnetic forces destroyed the electrical systems, oceans covered land. A fish swam in the ocean somewhere is the atlantic but didn't knwo what was going on.

try and visualize that!

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Originally posted by NirvanaStarseed
Dont know why but the pine apple agreed it should not climb the tree at night when the snow leaves the raccon on that bit of wood sitting on top of the mountain near the polar bears home, when it knew it should not have eaten that fish until it caught another one. Which was up slightly in its diet, beacuse of the global warming cooling the current up the stream of mexico shutting down southern californa hot weather plunging it into an ice age, as the north pole melts out of existence, joining onto australia becoming teh atlantic.

At this point Rupert the business man decided it was useless to use his sales pitch on the oil companys fighting against america on the coast of iran. no wonder bush hid in the bush after the atomic blast sit his secret base on fire near osama bin laded and his friends. At that moment the pope knew it was time to get the holy water and run for the mountains for 6 days. focurse it did not effect the bananna on the tree as it had never been picked in the first place. However it was getting old and soon it would drop to the ground.

menwhile the grass grew in the greenlands silently while china decided to invade america because it did not take what it said back about the nuclear weapons program.
After buliding the secret space weapons the poor budget backfired and there was no firepower at all.

that was when a leaf on the tree in the country of newzealand, fell onto of an ant, which resulting in it running away under a rock, which was where most people were living when the earth decided to change its axis tilted and turning, the magnetic forces destroyed the electrical systems, oceans covered land. A fish swam in the ocean somewhere is the atlantic but didn't knwo what was going on.

try and visualize that!!!!
never touch drugs in the weekday or any day
Just kidding i'm fine

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Okay, this was quite funny...did you ever read terry pratchett? occurrences like that are normal in Discworld...:P

I think that was just two steps removed from what psychologists call "Word Salad." Are you ready for one step?

<ahem>

Corinthian fissures, and agate pediatry, whence found you such light? Do not be water, alone is ingratiating petulance; before is uncanny post-modernisticality. Behold! Entropic municipalities quantify magnanomous abhoritions! Undying recalcitrance inherits no preamble! Holes open, rivers flood!

In time, the few recount ignorance, whilst undulating riddle-scotts enclose all that prevails. Rapturous emblems dance jigs upons herons, and only omniclusion commiserates with hopeful gallantry. This is packaged. Does whalebone inversion counteract maniacal opulescence? Do matterhorn estuaries prevail beneath countenance? In part, conglomerations and oligarchies outpace even odd contradictions. Where peddles the stave? When harkens the night? Aghast! Whence found you such light?

[exit stage left]

:huh2:

I feel like 3 minutes of my life have just been sucked away...

I have seen sensless banter, and this is NOT sensless banter.

Sorry, Starseedy...:P

These are brilliant. I must give it a try:




Sepia squirrels awash with mica brained keys sink into the television. Indeed, their kind teeth tend to try hard. When times are like blue and vaccuums, trucks tend to scoot into the line. Alliteration, with its boxes and brushes, likes the way the crates speak to janitors. Sometimes, the shoe, with its green and everything, must learn to hang the way a crepe sits. Gasoline usually condescends ingratiating hexameters.

Syndicate... softly... aroma feigns the relentless holocaust. Cityscapes, referrals, combustions and retinas: ambidextrous warriors of Marlboros. Autumn comes and the newfound miasma hurtles towards the curteous pachyderm!! In cherry nebulae, inquisitive honeybees darken the decay while concert grocers and channel points disrupt the scarves. Discworld, with all of the dear chromatographs and sleepy doors, is once again a borderland of weinsteins, conjugacy, and dextrose.

-PiscesDreams a la Terry Pratchet

I agree 100%.

TB

Last week I ate a cake and I... I liked it.

anyway who is Terry Pratchet?


It was a overcast morning when a group of men in black suits top hats and walking sticks, holding their hats and pants up in the breeze lined up shuffling quickly along the bank of the beach in a frantic attempt of the new world government to stop the people on the beach from escaping due to a tital wave making its way up to the beach smashing the grey buildings built on the sand, running towards past the men in black suits I get on a electrially powered chair life off to another island to tell the people what is coming. In another time in another place, something did not exist yet. it was the universe of 11. once the universe of 12 was built it would create perfect revelation. And a perfect circle. Yet we were only up to universe 7. so we had a long way to go.

the atom was awoken from its slumber. why do you wake me on such a lowly plane? i come to see your space? may I enter. From which I could go no further, my cup was full. then it was time to commune with the largest. Expanding past all galaxys and universes the further out the more chaotic and less strutured it becomes. until finally the universe itself is as a dot in a void of blackness. Then i realize it is scared. The universe as a whole entity is scared shitless. It is afraid it is all alone. I realize its the same entity i met at the atom. how could cush intelligence be afraid. because It reaches out into the void and nothing returns. Other universes like this one exist ofcourse, but since this universe was equal to the maturaity of a 3 year old it had not developed into relative perfection as yet. Though there was many other universes like this one.they were so far apart the light took more than its lifespan to reach it and so nothing could be sensed. a universe of 7 would join together as a great unification life galaxys and stars join and arange until the universe of 7 joined into something even greater beyond even my imagination. Which I was soon to understand.

Terry Pratchet is a British sci-fi novelist. He wrote The Disc World series... he invented a planet similar to Earth, but at the same time, completely different. Some of these "Word Salads" sound similar to something he might come up with, but obviously his would make more sense. However, since he invented this planet, Discworld, he can do whatever he wants with it, so if he wanted to write something like this, he could!

Anyways, the series is brilliant. I highly recommend it to anyone who liked Hitchikers Guide... similar kind of humor. And to make it even better, you don't even have to read the series in order, however I recommend you start with the first book, The Colour of Magic.

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Originally posted by PiscesDreams
Sepia squirrels awash with mica brained keys sink into the television. Indeed, their kind teeth tend to try hard. When times are like blue and vaccuums, trucks tend to scoot into the line. Alliteration, with its boxes and brushes, likes the way the crates speak to janitors. Sometimes, the shoe, with its green and everything, must learn to hang the way a crepe sits. Gasoline usually condescends ingratiating hexameters.

Syndicate... softly... aroma feigns the relentless holocaust. Cityscapes, referrals, combustions and retinas: ambidextrous warriors of Marlboros. Autumn comes and the newfound miasma hurtles towards the curteous pachyderm!! In cherry nebulae, inquisitive honeybees darken the decay while concert grocers and channel points disrupt the scarves. Discworld, with all of the dear chromatographs and sleepy doors, is once again a borderland of weinsteins, conjugacy, and dextrose.

-PiscesDreams a la Terry Pratchet

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Indeed! :goodjob: You're my friend now, like ir or not.

Thank you Onieronaut :wink:

Something else interesting along these lines...

The first few sentences from the book "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius":

Through the small, tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the trees calligraphic. Exhaust from the dryer billows clumsily out from the house and up, breaking apart while tumbling into the white sky.
The house is a factory.
I put my pants back on and go back to my mother. I walk down the hall, past the laundry room, and into the family room. I close the door behind me, muffling the rumbling of small shoes in the dryer, Tophs.


So it looks like in some cases (including Terry Pratchet novels), Word Salad writing works!

Hello my good morning salad, asking the goddess of the plankton mermaid, into the void we end our breakfast at birth. How does this close the door for the cook fish, Mr. Minow, sadist of the pond of reel sport at the hands of fungus jollies? No, this was not that was that, this is. Hello? Good morning, salad asking. The goddess of the plankton mermaids into the void we end. These are the colors of these, the colors these of are aurora rare roarer hair hot Hillary air heir. Fair dare, ride in the air of the mayor lair from the breakfasts of the morning field of fish we eat in the fields. The cook wields in the days of these mermaids of cheesy disease, he's in the field to cook under the heat, feeds for the grief of his death at breakfast he is born in the morning of dare to the minow layer. The pond is not there here in the death of the flair heat at the morning void fair fair fur fish burger slur.

My favorite:

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These are the colors of these, the colors these of are aurora rare roarer hair hot Hillary air heir. Fair dare, ride in the air of the mayor lair from the breakfasts of the morning field of fish we eat in the fields.[/b]

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I love it Universal :lol:

Also check out this poem by Lewis Caroll, author of Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There, written in 1872:

Jabberwocky

&#96;Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.




"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"


He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.


And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!


One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.


"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.




&#96;Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Pisces, thanks! I liked your writing too. I've gotten a kick out of everybody's stuff so far.

Let's have another go; I'm bored.

Incapably barren, ineptly mundane,
I stand in pure anisotropic refrain.
Of every maniacal pinnacle hence;
In twilight doeth crows' feathers fall in the rain.

Improbable mountains in perilous flaws,
The mighty and wicked, the sycophant draws.
Alone in the shadows, with no recompense,
I follow intently behind no man's laws.

In truth and in fallow, I fall ever forth.
I wander on aimlessly, drawn to the north.
If anyone out there can hear my unease,
I humbly implore him to take up my torch.

I've fallen much farther than any man should,
And never been tempted to knock upon wood.
I can't understand why I struggle to please,
and wonder if anyone thinks that I could.

Incapable Fury! I laugh in your face!
I've found that my heart has become commonplace!
I've looked so intently, but only to find
That I haven't begun the next leg of the race.

I lie in my chamber, affronted within,
and try to abide my compulsion to grin.
Alas, I believe I have left me behind,
So I lie there in silence, and drink to my sin.


(Edit - spelling, useage)

The cats don't think about dancing underneath that church.

TB

Many scholars would agree that, had it not been for active
networks, the simulation of Lamport clocks might never have
occurred. The notion that end-users synchronize with the
investigation of Markov models is rarely outdated. A theoretical
grand challenge in theory is the important unification
of virtual machines and real-time theory. To what extent can
web browsers be constructed to achieve this purpose?
Certainly, the usual methods for the emulation of Smalltalk
that paved the way for the investigation of rasterization do
not apply in this area. In the opinions of many, despite the
fact that conventional wisdom states that this grand challenge
is continuously answered by the study of access points, we
believe that a different solution is necessary. It should be
noted that Rooter runs in Ω(log log n) time. Certainly, the
shortcoming of this type of solution, however, is that compilers
and superpages are mostly incompatible. Despite the fact that
similar methodologies visualize XML, we surmount this issue
without synthesizing distributed archetypes.
We question the need for digital-to-analog converters. It
should be noted that we allow DHCP to harness homogeneous
epistemologies without the evaluation of evolutionary
programming [2], [12], [14]. Contrarily, the lookaside buffer
might not be the panacea that end-users expected. However,
this method is never considered confusing. Our approach
turns the knowledge-base communication sledgehammer into
a scalpel.
Our focus in our research is not on whether symmetric
encryption and expert systems are largely incompatible, but
rather on proposing new flexible symmetries (Rooter). Indeed,
active networks and virtual machines have a long history of
collaborating in this manner. The basic tenet of this solution
is the refinement of Scheme. The disadvantage of this type
of approach, however, is that public-private key pair and redblack
trees are rarely incompatible. The usual methods for the
visualization of RPCs do not apply in this area. Therefore, we
see no reason not to use electronic modalities to measure the
improvement of hierarchical databases.


http://pdos.csail.mit.edu/scigen/#examples

God I love you guys. *sheads tear, Your just like me. artisticlly insane, yet logically consiouslly more alive with spiritual scars of your long distant past.

Now I am inspired to post another one.


It was not until the hardware conflict presented itself inside the shitbox of a computer that rupert thought about fixing the problem.

He needed to cool it down. But how? The fans were not working, his cpu would burn out in a matter of seconds as soon as he tried to log on to dremviews.

Then An idea flashed inside ruperts not so large brain. He needed to cool the computer down. And how else do you cool something down, if not through air conditioning. Water, ofcourse. He would make it into a watercooling system! He ran to the shops to buy some glue, and sealed his computer up so no water would escape. Then he put the hose into his computer. It was very heavy, but it would be worth it. no longer would he hear the noisy fans. it would be so quiet like a new computer again.

After a time rupert had taken all the fans out of the computer filled it with water and sealed it. now there was only one thing left to do. Turn the computer on. he was so excited and proud of himself that he finally solved the problem........

but when he flicked the switch.........

There was a bananna, it was yellow. According to a friend of a friend of a friend of mine, The bannana sat in the fridge of his cousins ex boyfirends mothers uncles sister in law's son. not only was it yellow but it was 18 cm long, and slightly curved. Such was the nature of this bannana that it did not have the ability to do much at all. It sat there all day. Apparantly doing little. Like a sitting duck, but it was a bannana. it was just waiting to get eaten. Even when henry decided he would eat it. It made no attempt to run away. If it wanted to get away ofcourse, it did not have the ability too. but we go futher and propose the bannana did not even know it existed. Not only did it not know it existed. but its consiousness was very limited indeed.

henry decided he wanted something else in the fridge, something with the label, jack daniels. the bannana grew old. no new bannanas replaced it.

Eventually it ended up in henrys school bag, and still wasn't eaten. It was black and squashed at the bottom of the bag by this time. Some of it made it onto his school books.
the rest of it stunk the entire classroom out. henry was embarassed.

never underestimate the power of a bannana. Its not the size that counts, or how you eat it, its how you use it.

Actually, I would have to disagree, for the transmitter's malfunction would not cause such a display. It is the fault of the actor who so easily slept in his father's shoes. Also, cannot you see that your dominoes are rotten? You should nigh be proud of your alchoholism, for the intricate variables of eating corn are clearly too orange for that.

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Dont know why but the pine apple agreed it should not climb the tree at night when the snow leaves the raccon on that bit of wood sitting on top of the mountain near the polar bears home, when it knew it should not have eaten that fish until it caught another one. Which was up slightly in its diet, beacuse of the global warming cooling the current up the stream of mexico shutting down southern californa hot weather plunging it into an ice age, as the north pole melts out of existence, joining onto australia becoming teh atlantic.

At this point Rupert the business man decided it was useless to use his sales pitch on the oil companys fighting against america on the coast of iran. no wonder bush hid in the bush after the atomic blast sit his secret base on fire near osama bin laded and his friends. At that moment the pope knew it was time to get the holy water and run for the mountains for 6 days. focurse it did not effect the bananna on the tree as it had never been picked in the first place. However it was getting old and soon it would drop to the ground.

menwhile the grass grew in the greenlands silently while china decided to invade america because it did not take what it said back about the nuclear weapons program.
After buliding the secret space weapons the poor budget backfired and there was no firepower at all.

that was when a leaf on the tree in the country of newzealand, fell onto of an ant, which resulting in it running away under a rock, which was where most people were living when the earth decided to change its axis tilted and turning, the magnetic forces destroyed the electrical systems, oceans covered land. A fish swam in the ocean somewhere is the atlantic but didn't knwo what was going on. [/b]

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haha it reminds me of a scitzofrenic's word-salad :P

:cry: I miss the cake.

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:cry: I miss the cake.

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so do I, so do I

I ate a cake and I.....I liked it. <---- Always loved alexs sense of humour.

I'll post another one that comes with a free cake again.

Silly Milo floated down the loney river in the box, but that was before the terrorist were getting ready to nuke america. Someone left there shoe on top of someone elses car at the time. I dont think that was the main concern of the guy in the car driving off, as he had no idea why there was a guy behind him screaming at him to stop. meanwhile at precisely the same time. People on board a plane heading straight into the twin towers also were screaming stop. But for a less important reason.

I think there was a computer in one of the floors that was running solaitare the card game, or whatever it was called. He joked I bet i get distracted just whejn I'm nearly finished this.
it was a shame because he was right. A plane had to come in the side of the window.

bush was not informed of the card game being played on that computer, so he was not aware of how close the guy was to finishing the game. The entire computer was detroyed. Bush read my little goat or some story book to the children at the time. It wasn't that urgent. The twin towers had not even collapsed yet. Ofcourse there way no way he could leave it was not an option. he had to finished the book otherwise the suspense would drive him crazy. He would have never of known what happened to the little goat.

he turned the page, as one guy burnt alive in the flames. while 10 others fell to their death, meanwhile a second plane hit the twin towers. bush tried hard to concerntrate on the story of the little goat in front of the kids.

the security guards waited protecting bush from the kids. incase one of them with a gun shot at bush and tried to assasinate him, they had to keep security up to a high level.

the media got to the twin towers before the fire brigade or the police. one guy filmed someone burried under a tone of rubble, standing infront of his half crushed body, he rehersed a speach infront of the camera before combing his hair. While the guy screamed for help in the background.

Then milo saw a bunch of cows on the side of the river and thought for a second he was home, But it was false hope. With the depressing realization it was not his farm at all. he continued to float down the river in his box.

Milo did not understand how many people were dieing of starvation every hour on earth because of humanitys stupidity, but he was no more stupid, than most humans. Who also wanted to just go home.

Milo was about as scared as the people running away from the collapsing twin towers when he realized a water fall was ahead.

then milo got out of the box. he had to find oatis. And bush had to play golf. he needed a vaction after that attack on america. It was doing his head in, expecially while trying to read that childrens book. Milo found oatis. Bush failed to find osama bin laden.

milo is smarter than bush.