EntrenchdMentalist
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jun 3, 2006
- Messages
- 106
twelve seconds ago, you accused me of buying terrible gifts. Sanity is not my size.
thirteen seconds ago, life was all surprises. Nobody noticed.
seventy seven seconds ago, a bat flew by the window. It was dark and nobody saw it.
eleven million, four hundred and twenty two thousand, nine hundred and eighty four seconds ago, everyone looked in a mirror to find themselves staring at
themselves. Most of them were unimpressed.
two seconds ago, I was typing the word typing. First I typed writing, but then I changed it for the sake of accuracy.
one thousand seconds ago, I decided timing is nothing, but time is only half of that. I started to count backwards.
one hundred seconds ago, you began reading, not expecting much. So far, you're disappointed.
eight seconds ago, somebody died. They haven't given her a name yet.
nine seconds ago, we were walking on a straight, unsurfaced road. You wanted to stop, but I said, "just a little further."
ten seconds ago, I got tired of making up numbers. I have that power, you know.
eight to the power of seven over four seconds ago, dogs howled at the moon. This time, it howled back.
one billion seconds ago, a broken microphone was found protruding from the pants leg of the man who first thought that he had nothing to live for. He was so
wrong.
point three eight nine nine three seconds ago, you almost forgot what you were doing. I will not allow that because this is not a game, and I want you to
struggle.
seven seconds ago was a different seven seconds ago than it was seven seconds ago. Nothing further.
pi seconds ago, a gazelle regained consciousness in the middle of a meal. The lions were most unimpressed and had to kill it again.
six hundred seconds ago, you had no idea what was in store for you. You still have no idea, but you can't have mine, it's mine.
red seconds ago, colours were still just a frequency. I can count to blue, can you?
one zero zero one one one one zero zero zero one one zero one zero one seconds ago, a computer discovered a sense of self. Next, it'll want to vote someone
off some bullshit island.
twenty thousand seconds ago, inspiration took hold. Giving in to it was supposed to make it go away, but I can hardly breathe.
one second ago, I invented metapoems. This is the first and the last and all of those others that came before are just fakes, trying to muscle in on my
glory.
sixty four seconds ago, he pretended to come but nothing came out. It only works for girls.
a seconds ago, where a is the sum of all the non-prime numbers minus the sum of all the prime numbers, an infinite number of pre-conscious beings-to-be came
into existence. After a while, they sought safety in numbers, yet they decided to start at zero.
thirteen seconds ago, life was all surprises. Nobody noticed.
seventy seven seconds ago, a bat flew by the window. It was dark and nobody saw it.
eleven million, four hundred and twenty two thousand, nine hundred and eighty four seconds ago, everyone looked in a mirror to find themselves staring at
themselves. Most of them were unimpressed.
two seconds ago, I was typing the word typing. First I typed writing, but then I changed it for the sake of accuracy.
one thousand seconds ago, I decided timing is nothing, but time is only half of that. I started to count backwards.
one hundred seconds ago, you began reading, not expecting much. So far, you're disappointed.
eight seconds ago, somebody died. They haven't given her a name yet.
nine seconds ago, we were walking on a straight, unsurfaced road. You wanted to stop, but I said, "just a little further."
ten seconds ago, I got tired of making up numbers. I have that power, you know.
eight to the power of seven over four seconds ago, dogs howled at the moon. This time, it howled back.
one billion seconds ago, a broken microphone was found protruding from the pants leg of the man who first thought that he had nothing to live for. He was so
wrong.
point three eight nine nine three seconds ago, you almost forgot what you were doing. I will not allow that because this is not a game, and I want you to
struggle.
seven seconds ago was a different seven seconds ago than it was seven seconds ago. Nothing further.
pi seconds ago, a gazelle regained consciousness in the middle of a meal. The lions were most unimpressed and had to kill it again.
six hundred seconds ago, you had no idea what was in store for you. You still have no idea, but you can't have mine, it's mine.
red seconds ago, colours were still just a frequency. I can count to blue, can you?
one zero zero one one one one zero zero zero one one zero one zero one seconds ago, a computer discovered a sense of self. Next, it'll want to vote someone
off some bullshit island.
twenty thousand seconds ago, inspiration took hold. Giving in to it was supposed to make it go away, but I can hardly breathe.
one second ago, I invented metapoems. This is the first and the last and all of those others that came before are just fakes, trying to muscle in on my
glory.
sixty four seconds ago, he pretended to come but nothing came out. It only works for girls.
a seconds ago, where a is the sum of all the non-prime numbers minus the sum of all the prime numbers, an infinite number of pre-conscious beings-to-be came
into existence. After a while, they sought safety in numbers, yet they decided to start at zero.
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