Perpetual sentence

[The Jackle]

This is a rather simple game; try and keep a sentence going without it coming to a close. The sentence is continued by posting the next word in the sentence including any punctuation you wish to add. If the sentence looks like its drawing to a close a new one will be started. I did this on another forum, reaching a word count of over 120 before the sentence died. Good luck.
Here’s the begging of the sentence:
The Long….

[ktd222]

The Long Canoe....

[dramasnot6]

The Long Canoe contains....

[ktd222]

The Long Canoe contains infinite.......parts:?



The thread is now rendered useless:D

[dramasnot6]

oh you are no fun ktd!

[ktd222]

oh you are no fun ktd!

I'm sorry, I'll go sit in a corner and think about what I've done:bawling:

[The Jackle]

New sentence.
The dead ever dark.......

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest,

[Whifflingpin]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever

[Miss Darcy]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for....

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many......

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds....

[alhara]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of....

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful....

[Miss Darcy]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams...

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that..........

[Raphael]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead...

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to..............

[Raphael]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment...........

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around...

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized...

[ennison]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful malignant ...

[The Jackle]

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[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious....

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious fox with...

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with...

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing...

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against.....

[Petrarch's Love]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding...

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic.......

[Petrarch's Love]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves...

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters,

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of menacing.....

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the

[ennison]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever shadowing

[Petrarch's Love]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequetial

[Miss Darcy]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequetial black

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequetial black deeds

[Petrarch's Love]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequetial black deeds performed by the

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequetial black deeds performed by the official black deed performing

[Petrarch's Love]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of puposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bark, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequetial black deeds performed by the official black deed performing Jaberwock, who, while running along with the enlightenment bringing, non-centralized fox in an effort to evade the snicker snacking of the vorpal blade

[zanna]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignangt, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the offical black-deed-performing Jaberwock, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effot to evead the sniker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why . . . .

[Petrarch's Love]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignangt, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the offical black-deed-performing Jaberwock, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effot to evade the sniker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm of our our own living hearts as though

[ennison]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the offical black-deed-performing Jaberwock, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effot to evade the sniker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm of our our own living hearts as though (to paraphrase Kant)..

[zanna]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignangt, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the offical black-deed-performing Jaberwock, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effot to evade the sniker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm of our our own living hearts as though (to paraphrase Kant).. they were one

[ennison]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignangt, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the offical black-deed-performing Jaberwock, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effot to evade the sniker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm of our our own living hearts as though (to paraphrase Kant) they were one and the same but

[zanna]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignangt, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the offical black-deed-performing Jaberwock, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effot to evade the sniker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm of our our own living hearts as though (to paraphrase Kant) they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignangt, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the offical black-deed-performing Jaberwock, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effot to evade the sniker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm of our our own living hearts as though (to paraphrase Kant) they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignangt, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the offical black-deed-performing Jaberwock, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effot to evade the sniker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm of our own living hearts as though (to paraphrase Kant) they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical....

[Nick Rubashov]

I feel like I'm reading a Charles Dickens novel

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignangt, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the offical black-deed-performing Jaberwock, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effot to evade the sniker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm of our own living hearts as though (to paraphrase Kant) they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that

[The Jackle]

(173 words so far!:thumbs_up It looks like 300 words may be reached. what a sentence!)
The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we , in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are……

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we , in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we , in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we , in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we , in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness, if the latter then what point is there to

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we , in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness, if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our

[tainaprincess]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness, if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then

[ennison]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question arises...

[tainaprincess]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like

[ennison]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empiricism to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like contesting

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one....

[ennison]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one who can acidulously reduce the complexities of our experiences to easily-digested scraps of linguistic formulae could possibly...

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one who can acidulously reduce the complexities of our experiences to easily-digested scraps of linguistic formulae could possibly lead to the elightenment we all seek, but never find, despite of good intentions and all manner of nicitys, with the climer and prospect of the mortals reward, we fail with sin, trying hard to the goal of the perfect life in vain, with the cunning and wise fox, however, observing are vanitys and manerisms with the glee of a child and the memory of the ever-lasting sentance starting with a dark forest, the cunning fox then..........

[tainaprincess]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one who can acidulously reduce the complexities of our experiences to easily-digested scraps of linguistic formulae could possibly lead to the elightenment we all seek, but never find, despite of good intentions and all manner of nicitys, with the climer and prospect of the mortals reward, we fail with sin, trying hard to the goal of the perfect life in vain, with the cunning and wise fox, however, observing are vanitys and manerisms with the glee of a child and the memory of the ever-lasting sentance starting with a dark forest, the cunning fox then the final victory of defeating that dark forest and the cunning fox brings us back full circle, until ..........

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one who can acidulously reduce the complexities of our experiences to easily-digested scraps of linguistic formulae could possibly lead to the elightenment we all seek, but never find, despite of good intentions and all manner of nicitys, with the climer and prospect of the mortals reward, we fail with sin, trying hard to the goal of the perfect life in vain, with the cunning and wise fox, however, observing are vanitys and manerisms with the glee of a child and the memory of the ever-lasting sentance starting with a dark forest, the cunning fox then the final victory of defeating that dark forest and the cunning fox brings us back full circle, until we question the sentence; for in the sentence is about enlightenment and life with the fox, cunning and wise, being the center, yet the fox sits amused, for we have not stated the true enlightened being, the small Jay bird sitting on a twig, who is......

[dramasnot6]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one who can acidulously reduce the complexities of our experiences to easily-digested scraps of linguistic formulae could possibly lead to the elightenment we all seek, but never find, despite of good intentions and all manner of nicitys, with the climer and prospect of the mortals reward, we fail with sin, trying hard to the goal of the perfect life in vain, with the cunning and wise fox, however, observing are vanitys and manerisms with the glee of a child and the memory of the ever-lasting sentance starting with a dark forest, the cunning fox then the final victory of defeating that dark forest and the cunning fox brings us back full circle, until we question the sentence; for in the sentence is about enlightenment and life with the fox, cunning and wise, being the center, yet the fox sits amused, for we have not stated the true enlightened being, the small Jay bird sitting on a twig, who is free and completely untouched by complex thinking and only spends her days pondering of the simple neccesities represented by lower steps of Maslow's Hierarchy, demonstrating to us the ideal example of how......

[dramasnot6]

JUST DID A WORD COUNT AND WE GOT 539 so far! w00t!

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one who can acidulously reduce the complexities of our experiences to easily-digested scraps of linguistic formulae could possibly lead to the elightenment we all seek, but never find, despite of good intentions and all manner of nicitys, with the climer and prospect of the mortals reward, we fail with sin, trying hard to the goal of the perfect life in vain, with the cunning and wise fox, however, observing are vanitys and manerisms with the glee of a child and the memory of the ever-lasting sentance starting with a dark forest, the cunning fox then the final victory of defeating that dark forest and the cunning fox brings us back full circle, until we question the sentence; for in the sentence is about enlightenment and life with the fox, cunning and wise, being the center, yet the fox sits amused, for we have not stated the true enlightened being, the small Jay bird sitting on a twig, who is free and completely untouched by complex thinking and only spends her days pondering of the simple neccesities represented by lower steps of Maslow's Hierarchy, demonstrating to us the ideal example of how, we humans fail where, the most meek and frail, of anamals will triumph-yet we must remember.......

[The Bookinator]

that even though we.....

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one who can acidulously reduce the complexities of our experiences to easily-digested scraps of linguistic formulae could possibly lead to the elightenment we all seek, but never find, despite of good intentions and all manner of nicitys, with the climer and prospect of the mortals reward, we fail with sin, trying hard to the goal of the perfect life in vain, with the cunning and wise fox, however, observing are vanitys and manerisms with the glee of a child and the memory of the ever-lasting sentance starting with a dark forest, the cunning fox then the final victory of defeating that dark forest and the cunning fox brings us back full circle, until we question the sentence; for in the sentence is about enlightenment and life with the fox, cunning and wise, being the center, yet the fox sits amused, for we have not stated the true enlightened being, the small Jay bird sitting on a twig, who is free and completely untouched by complex thinking and only spends her days pondering of the simple neccesities represented by lower steps of Maslow's Hierarchy, demonstrating to us the ideal example of how, we humans fail where, the most meek and frail, of anamals will triumph-yet we must remember that being human does imply....

[Jean-Baptiste]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one who can acidulously reduce the complexities of our experiences to easily-digested scraps of linguistic formulae could possibly lead to the elightenment we all seek, but never find, despite of good intentions and all manner of nicitys, with the climer and prospect of the mortals reward, we fail with sin, trying hard to the goal of the perfect life in vain, with the cunning and wise fox, however, observing are vanitys and manerisms with the glee of a child and the memory of the ever-lasting sentance starting with a dark forest, the cunning fox then the final victory of defeating that dark forest and the cunning fox brings us back full circle, until we question the sentence; for in the sentence is about enlightenment and life with the fox, cunning and wise, being the center, yet the fox sits amused, for we have not stated the true enlightened being, the small Jay bird sitting on a twig, who is free and completely untouched by complex thinking and only spends her days pondering of the simple neccesities represented by lower steps of Maslow's Hierarchy, demonstrating to us the ideal example of how, we humans fail where, the most meek and frail, of anamals will triumph-yet we must remember that being human does imply that even though we....

Oops! How's that? :)

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one who can acidulously reduce the complexities of our experiences to easily-digested scraps of linguistic formulae could possibly lead to the elightenment we all seek, but never find, despite of good intentions and all manner of nicitys, with the climer and prospect of the mortals reward, we fail with sin, trying hard to the goal of the perfect life in vain, with the cunning and wise fox, however, observing are vanitys and manerisms with the glee of a child and the memory of the ever-lasting sentance starting with a dark forest, the cunning fox then the final victory of defeating that dark forest and the cunning fox brings us back full circle, until we question the sentence; for in the sentence is about enlightenment and life with the fox, cunning and wise, being the center, yet the fox sits amused, for we have not stated the true enlightened being, the small Jay bird sitting on a twig, who is free and completely untouched by complex thinking and only spends her days pondering of the simple neccesities represented by lower steps of Maslow's Hierarchy, demonstrating to us the ideal example of how, we humans fail where, the most meek and frail, of anamals will triumph-yet we must remember that being human does imply that even though we try through the ages , falure is are commern companion through life as is.......

[The Jackle]

The dead ever dark forest, waiting forever for many hundreds of purposeful dreams that lead to enlightenment around a non-centralized, malignant, suspicious and cunning fox with nothing against the darkness surrounding gigantic roots, rough bard, massive trunks, skeletal limbs, sharp needles, rustling leaves, noisy critters and the constant danger of the menacing, ever watching, perpetual evil of the entangling, creeping, ever-shadowing and encircling self-consuming Ouroboros, which knows pieces here and there of inconsequential black deeds performed by the official black-deed-performing Jabberwocky, who, while running along with the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, in an effort to evade the snicker-snacking of the vorpal blade, asked the enlightenment-bringing, non-centralized fox, "Why is it that the macrocosm of the dead ever dark forest reflects itself in the microcosm, of our own living hearts, as though they were one and the same but, doesn't that mean we are completely interdependent and yet our own representation of the paradigm of empirical to the point that we, in the eternal expanse of the Earth, universe & all, are never-the-less deprived of any and all means of phenomenon and experience so that without so much as a glimmer of realization, not to mention expectation, we forge ahead into the unknown mists of the looming future whose mysterious ways baffle us to ponder if what we follow is a planned out path or complete randomness but if the latter then what point is there to seek any form of redemption, or even assume that such might be possible, given the nature of this deep and dark forest that all creation is known to inhabit, thoroughly investing our entirety, such that we realize that everything that is "planned out" is really complete randomness and all "complete randomness" is really planned out, but if it is the former, then the question that arises is as complex as every twist and turn on a spider web, such that it would be something like the individual re-evaluation of purpose, will, and perseverence in the large scheme of things all shattered into a societal debris then pasted together as nihilism so that no one who can acidulously reduce the complexities of our experiences to easily-digested scraps of linguistic formulae could possibly lead to the elightenment we all seek, but never find, despite of good intentions and all manner of nicitys, with the climer and prospect of the mortals reward, we fail with sin, trying hard to the goal of the perfect life in vain, with the cunning and wise fox, however, observing are vanitys and manerisms with the glee of a child and the memory of the ever-lasting sentance starting with a dark forest, the cunning fox then the final victory of defeating that dark forest and the cunning fox brings us back full circle, until we question the sentence; for in the sentence is about enlightenment and life with the fox, cunning and wise, being the center, yet the fox sits amused, for we have not stated the true enlightened being, the small Jay bird sitting on a twig, who is free and completely untouched by complex thinking and only spends her days pondering of the simple neccesities represented by lower steps of Maslow's Hierarchy, demonstrating to us the ideal example of how, we humans fail where, the most meek and frail, of anamals will triumph-yet we must remember that being human does imply that even though we try through the ages , falure is are commern companion through life as is death.
The perpetual sentence II hsd ended after many posts and additions, uet all great things must come to s close!
A new sentence will be started in another thread called perpetual sentance III. See you there!