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My cat is gay and it runs too much in my room. it knocks my stuff down. My cat's soo jumpy, my cat got hit by a car. Now my cat isn't so jumpy at all. It's so cool now and my stuff isn't knocking down
Your grammatical articulation is lacking in volubilityjyling wrote:
My cat is gay and it runs too much in my room. it knocks my stuff down. My cat's soo jumpy, my cat got hit by a car. Now my cat isn't so jumpy at all. It's so cool now and my stuff isn't knocking down
This topic sucks. All posts should stop.
I has a new brown switch lockboard!
This is rlly shitty
I can do this stuff all day long. Swag.
If Youth, throughout all history, had had a champion to stand up for it; to show a doubting world that a child can think; and, possibly, do it practically, you wouldn't constantly run across folks today who claim that "a child don't know anything." A child's brain starts functioning at birth; and has, amongst its many infant convolutions, thousands of dormant atoms, into which God has put a mystic possibility for noticing an adult's act, and figuring out its purport.
Up to about its primary school days a child thinks, naturally, only of play. But many a form of play contains disciplinary factor. "You can't do this," or "that puts out out," shows a child that it must think, practically, or fail. Now, if, throughout childhood, a brain has no opposition, it is plain that it will attain a position of "status quo," as with our ordinary animals. Man knows not why a cow, dog, or lion was not born with a brain on a par with ours; why such animals cannot add, subtract, or obtain from books and schooling, that paramount position which Man Holds today.
But a human brain is not in that class. Constantly throbbing and pulsating, it rapidly forms opinions; attaining an ability of its own; a fact which is startlingly shown by an occasional child "prodigy" in music or school work. And as, with our dumb animals, a child's inability convincingly to impart its thoughts to us, should not class it as ignorant.
Upon this basis I am going to show you how a bunch of bright young folks did find a champion; a man with boys and girls of his own; a man of so dominating and happy individuality that Youth is drawn to him as is a fly to a sugar bowl. It is a story about a small town. It is not a gossipy yarn; nor is it a dry, monotonous account, full of such customary "fill-ins" as "romantic moonlight casting murky shadows down a long, winding country road." Nor will it say anything about tinklings lulling distant folds; robins carolling at twilight, nor any "warm glow of lamplight" from a cabin window. No. It is an account of up-and-doing activity; a vivid portrayal of Youth as it is today; and a practical discarding of that worn-out notion that "a child don't know anything."
Now, any author, from history's dawn, always had that most important aid to writing:—an ability to call upon any word in his dictionary in building up his story. That is, our strict laws as to word construction did not block his path. But in my story that mighty obstruction will constantly stand in my path; for many an important, common word I cannot adopt, owing to its orthography.
I shall act as a sort of historian for this small town; associating with its inhabitants, and striving to acquaint you with its youths, in such a way that you can look, knowingly, upon any child, rich or poor; forward or "backward;" your won, or John Smith's, in your community. You will find many young minds aspiring to know how, and WHY such a thing is so. And if a child shows curiosity in that way, how ridiculous it is for to snap out:—
"Oh! Don't ask about things too old for you!"
Such a jolt to a young child's mind, craving instruction, is apt so to dull its avidity, as to hold it back in its school work. Try to look upon a child as a small, soft young body and a rapidly growing, constantly inquiring brain. It must grow to maturity slowly. Forcing a child through school by constant night study during hours in which it should run and play, can bring on insomnia; handicapping both brain and body.
Up to about its primary school days a child thinks, naturally, only of play. But many a form of play contains disciplinary factor. "You can't do this," or "that puts out out," shows a child that it must think, practically, or fail. Now, if, throughout childhood, a brain has no opposition, it is plain that it will attain a position of "status quo," as with our ordinary animals. Man knows not why a cow, dog, or lion was not born with a brain on a par with ours; why such animals cannot add, subtract, or obtain from books and schooling, that paramount position which Man Holds today.
But a human brain is not in that class. Constantly throbbing and pulsating, it rapidly forms opinions; attaining an ability of its own; a fact which is startlingly shown by an occasional child "prodigy" in music or school work. And as, with our dumb animals, a child's inability convincingly to impart its thoughts to us, should not class it as ignorant.
Upon this basis I am going to show you how a bunch of bright young folks did find a champion; a man with boys and girls of his own; a man of so dominating and happy individuality that Youth is drawn to him as is a fly to a sugar bowl. It is a story about a small town. It is not a gossipy yarn; nor is it a dry, monotonous account, full of such customary "fill-ins" as "romantic moonlight casting murky shadows down a long, winding country road." Nor will it say anything about tinklings lulling distant folds; robins carolling at twilight, nor any "warm glow of lamplight" from a cabin window. No. It is an account of up-and-doing activity; a vivid portrayal of Youth as it is today; and a practical discarding of that worn-out notion that "a child don't know anything."
Now, any author, from history's dawn, always had that most important aid to writing:—an ability to call upon any word in his dictionary in building up his story. That is, our strict laws as to word construction did not block his path. But in my story that mighty obstruction will constantly stand in my path; for many an important, common word I cannot adopt, owing to its orthography.
I shall act as a sort of historian for this small town; associating with its inhabitants, and striving to acquaint you with its youths, in such a way that you can look, knowingly, upon any child, rich or poor; forward or "backward;" your won, or John Smith's, in your community. You will find many young minds aspiring to know how, and WHY such a thing is so. And if a child shows curiosity in that way, how ridiculous it is for to snap out:—
"Oh! Don't ask about things too old for you!"
Such a jolt to a young child's mind, craving instruction, is apt so to dull its avidity, as to hold it back in its school work. Try to look upon a child as a small, soft young body and a rapidly growing, constantly inquiring brain. It must grow to maturity slowly. Forcing a child through school by constant night study during hours in which it should run and play, can bring on insomnia; handicapping both brain and body.
[full transcript of a book known as A Void, or La disparition in its original form, by an author who was a part of Oulipo, a group known for writing with unusual constraints, such as avoiding a particularly common glyph in many forms of writing]
Raspbrril,a typical osu player, a nrd
Nirds arr the best pipo
Nirds arr the best pipo
good job ignoring this topic's pointBlitzfrog wrote:
Raspberriel being a typical osu player, a nerd
Nerds are the best people
Why can't blitzfrog follow instructions? It's not that hard
I don't know man. Instruction is just damn hard to follow. I was always told to follow Mom and Dad's instructions. Its just such a pain. Why can't I do what I want? Stop trying to push Blitzfrog to do what you want!!
Inquiry. Is it ok to put a common acronym that would normally contain said symbol such as "MP3"? But if you input it in as an acronym it would not contain said symbol?
what
Basically what I am saying is that an acronym may contain it but by putting it in acronym form you avoid using it. Just asking if this is ok?
For mankind is but a drunk satyr. Had Gods not taught it's pitiful rubbish a way to talk, our world would miss it's diabolic trash and sprung randiantly with natural art. Although it is also truthful to say OT is an innovation from souls of a God. Shall all of us pray to that God, calling him Lord Lock
This topic is hard and stupid.
Trigg'r'd that I cannot say what I want 
Smart humans only postZenmetsu wrote:
Trigg'r'd that I cannot say what I want
Sorry Blitzfrog it was such a witty grouping of words, lost by that awful marking.Blitzfrog wrote:
For mankind is but a drunk satyr. Had Gods not taught it's pitiful rubbish a way to talk, our world would miss it's diabolic trash and sprung randiantly with natural art. Although it is also truthful to say OT is an innovation from soul of a God itself. Shall all of us pray to that God, calling him Lord Lock
I will admit it is difficult to not sound moronic and follow this forum's chat policy whilst typing.
I thought you would not find out so I didn't fix itEdgar_Figaro wrote:
Sorry Blitzfrog it was such a witty grouping of words, lost by that awful marking.Blitzfrog wrote:
For mankind is but a drunk satyr. Had Gods not taught it's pitiful rubbish a way to talk, our world would miss it's diabolic trash and sprung randiantly with natural art. Although it is also truthful to say OT is an innovation from soul of a God itself. Shall all of us pray to that God, calling him Lord Lock
I will admit it is difficult to not sound moronic and follow this forum's chat policy whilst typing.
I want my pizza now
how do you do this
it's too hard :/
it's too hard :/
Git gudkai99 wrote:
how do you do this
it's too hard :/
Nobody's fault but my own
Walk down this road with a loan.
I said that I'd stay but I don't
Follow my words so you know
I'm lying and fighting but within I'm dying and crying
And I'm trying and trying but I'm always failing and failing
All I want is your loving and caring
But I f*** up so all I got is you hating
Just know baby that I am sorry
Walk down this road with a loan.
I said that I'd stay but I don't
Follow my words so you know
I'm lying and fighting but within I'm dying and crying
And I'm trying and trying but I'm always failing and failing
All I want is your loving and caring
But I f*** up so all I got is you hating
Just know baby that I am sorry
This is too simple. Do you still have anything more difficult than this? (Oh boy I did it)