As in...she read the ENTIRE Longest Text Ever.


The total version of the Lorem Ipsum text is long. In order to get to a million words it needs to be duplicated . Also for the experiment we will be using Arial, a font-size of 12 pts, and A4 sheets of paper. Here are the results :


So I came to this company sort of as a summer job - I was supposed to just overlook office supplies, make sure that people weren't stealing pens and all of that stuff - when this project emerged. It was entitled "Effective ways for co-workers to spend free time". You see, everyone here decided that too much of the co-worker's free time was spent on just throwing paper wads and so forth at each other over the cubicles - and obviously, there was a huge need for a project. So this was the final outcome. So...
No, we didn't actually devote an entire company to making the world's longest text page - but with so many people, it can't be that hard, can it?
So, wish us luck.
I was supposed to be eating lunch right now, and I'm a slow typer. I can't believe that I'm bothering with this.
Oh well. It's been ten minutes all ready - I'm going to McDonalds today - hmm - fish or beef or chicken today? I bet Fast Food Nation is a pretty much bluff anyways.

How long is the longest email thread you send back and forth on a single topic?Most important: What exactly are we writing when we’re doing all of this writing?

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So she set off early the next morning, wearing only the aforementioned smile, plus her bunny hair, teeth, tail, ears and whatnot, and tried to find the magic or otherwise enchanted field.

Instead of hopping along the so-called bunny trail, Smiley hopped along any trails she happened to find, including but not limited to deer trails, goat trails, sheep trails, snail trails, walrus trails, people trails, hippopotamus trails, cow trails, pig trails, dog trails, elk trails, llama trails, alpaca trails, did I mention goat trails already, kangaroo trails, and so on.

I wrote this after walking down King Street to attend a Spoleto event.I.
i have always been the thing
that’s not like the other –the analogue touch
through digital screens,the bougie drink
at a neighborhood dive,the black ink
bringing anxious poems
to a comfortable
white sheet of paper.so it would make sense
to be the only brown body
shopping on busy streets,walking past
peach-skinned mannequins
that wear rainbow-colored threads, staring out
from store-front windows,
stuck to each other
in a copy and paste culture,
void of color.II.
when was the last time
a mannequin had an expressive face
behind the mask?behind the blank
glossy-eyed barrier
of a window glass?when was the last time
you saw a black man
stand strong and unashamed
with his dark, holy features,
center-framed in a bleached-out world, fully aware of being
the blurred-out version
of his true self?III.
I am a free token
for closed minds
who are broke with blind eyes, a splash,
a cool glass
for the sun’s predictable clash
with Charleston streets.I am the man
without a mirror,
unable to look at himself
in a place
surrounded by the water’s reflection.

I sit motionless, thinking of nothing, conscious of no inclination; if a book is lying before me, I mechanically move it closer and read it without any interest -- in that way not long ago I mechanically read through in one night a whole novel, with the strange title "The Song the Lark was Singing"; or to occupy my attention I force myself to count to a thousand; or I imagine the face of one of my colleagues and begin trying to remember in what year and under what circumstances he entered the service.

Well, we're back - and along with that, we're still incoherent and slightly insane. Fun of us, isn't it?
Now, we should point out, before we continue this morning, that we hope you don't bombard us with millions of messages about how this isn't the world's longest text page, that still, this is nowhere near the record.


I AM just rambling so that this Longest Text Ever gets even longer.

OK - coherency put off for a moment: you know what I hate? I hate these website builders. Because, ya know, first I was on Webs, and I was trying to build a good website - and it was great, you know - and then, all of a suddne, out of the blue, just out of nowhere it doesn't save my text.
I was SO annoyed with that - it just didn't save my text at all. Literally, half of the stuff I had just written was gone - and I couldn't get it back - it made me SO mad - and there wasn't a single thing that I could do about it. It just annoyed the heck out of me.
You may find that while I'm here, I'll use a lot of euphemisms. You know, keep this all PG. Nice of me, huh?
But, anyways, going along with the whole webpage builder thing - this stupid stuff won't let me format the text - stupid yola - so there you go. Drat that.

The Longest Essay In The World To Copy And Pastes

Oh, and I would like to mention to my *snicker* LOYAL fans that this Longest Text Ever DOES get updated at least once a week, so please, please, please, PLEASE do not read this once, in one sitting and then leave forever, and ever and ever!

the longest text ever : r/copypasta

Another reason why this isn't as long as Galaxy's is that I refuse to write every day as it would--this is the funny part--LOWER THE QUALITY OF MY OVERALL WORK!

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Truth is, we're very crazy here. Nothing good goes on here. It's sort of a mental hospice, those who come in, don't come out.
Mental note you may want to tell yourself: ((We're liars here))
Anyways, answers to your questions: The WLTP stands for - yep, you guessed it - the world's longest text page. The second line was a half lie. The following sentence is true. The previous sentence is false.
The goal of this webpage? To provide the world's longest text page, in a more easy and readable format. So far, we're competing against something like 36,000 words. About 100 pages of Times New Roman, 12 point font on 6x9 pages. Don't ask us how we know that. It's just easier (and less awkward).
Point is, we're writers here. And we're bored.
Funny thing is, we have a lot of space to fill. It won't be easy.
And before you send us all of these random comments about how this isn't actually the longest webpage, how there are tons of them that are longer, then just chillax. Of course we aren't the longest. Not yet anyways. But how do you expect to be entertained in the meantime?
Oh well - the point is - actually, I've lost my point.
Oh yes.
What would also be nice, would be to have this semi-coherent, and not contain passages like: "I eat 'em 'cause they are a means to convey KETCHUP to my mouth...mmmm....ketchup" or "Brilliant, Ted! But, I'd like to go one step further! Let's make an entire CITY out of cheese!" or "Oh freddled gruntbuggly/thy micturations are to me/As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee." Just a thought (although Douglas Adamshad the last one)
Yeah - this should really start getting coherent.
Really, any minute now.
Like, in a second.