crispy is so funny i watch him everytime i eat or am boring his videos is just my taste its all i want never found perfect videos for me but this man did
Most book lovers would agree that coming across a very long sentence in a novel can sometimes require multiple reads to comprehend. The world of literature is full of examples of sprawling monologues and multi-line descriptions, but it was American writer William Faulkner who was featured in the 1983 Guinness Book of World Records for his lengthy passage from his 1936 book, Absalom, Absalom! The huge run-on sentence consists of 1,288 words and countless clauses. It takes patience to read, but once you get into the rhythm, it’s like delving into Faulkner’s stream of consciousness. The experimental writer’s sentence style inspired hundreds of writers since, including Samuel Beckett, Virginia Woolf, F. Scott Fitzgerald, James Joyce, and other masters of modern literature. Nowadays, postmodern fiction writers such as John Barth are still influenced by Faulkner’s run-on technique. He once said, “It was Faulkner at his most involuted and incantatory who most enchanted me.” The current record holder for the longest english sentence is Jonathan Coe for his staggering 33-page, 13,955-word sentence in The Rotter’s Club, 2001. Though the record has been broken, Faulkner's legacy lives on. William Faulkner was featured in 1983 Guinness Book of World Records for this 1,288-word sentence from Absalom, Absalom! Try to read it without getting out of breath. Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realized at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who must have seen his situation as that of the show girl, the pony, who realizes that the principal tune she prances to comes not from horn and fiddle and drum but from a clock and calendar, must have seen himself as the old wornout cannon which realizes that it can deliver just one more fierce shot and crumble to dust in its own furious blast and recoil, who looked about upon the scene which was still within his scope and compass and saw son gone, vanished, more insuperable to him now than if the son were dead since now (if the son still lived) his name would be different and those to call him by it strangers and whatever dragon’s outcropping of Sutpen blood the son might sow on the body of whatever strange woman would therefore carry on the tradition, accomplish the hereditary evil and harm under another name and upon and among people who will never have heard the right one; daughter doomed to spinsterhood who had chosen spinsterhood already before there was anyone named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make him borrow to cut away the weeds from the door-and at last forced him to use though not to cut weeds, at least not vegetable weeds -would lean for two years) and wore still after the aunt’s indignation had swept her back to town to live on stolen garden truck and out o f anonymous baskets left on her front steps at night, the three of them, the two daughters negro and white and the aunt twelve miles away watching from her distance as the two daughters watched from theirs the old demon, the ancient varicose and despairing Faustus fling his final main now with the Creditor’s hand already on his shoulder, running his little country store now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter o f his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demon’s command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before ’61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-be’s wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying `Sho, Mister Tawm’ each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old man’s state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, ‘Kill them! Shoot them down like the dogs they are!’ and Jones: ‘Sho, Kernel; sho now’ and catching him as he fell and commandeering the first passing wagon to take him to the house and carry him up the front steps and through the paintless formal door beneath its fanlight imported pane by pane from Europe which Judith held open for him to enter with no change, no alteration in that calm frozen face which she had worn for four years now, and on up the stairs and into the bedroom and put him to bed like a baby and then lie down himself on the floor beside the bed though not to sleep since before dawn the man on the bed would stir and groan and Jones would say, ‘flyer I am, Kernel. Hit’s all right. They aint whupped us yit, air they?’ this Jones who after the demon rode away with the regiment when the granddaughter was only eight years old would tell people that he ‘was lookin after Major’s place and niggers’ even before they had time to ask him why he was not with the troops and perhaps in time came to believe the lie himself, who was among the first to greet the demon when he returned, to meet him at the gate and say, ‘Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they aint whupped us yit, air they?’ who even worked, labored, sweat at the demon’s behest during that first furious period while the demon believed he could restore by sheer indomitable willing the Sutpen’s Hundred which he remembered and had lost, labored with no hope of pay or reward who must have seen long before the demon did (or would admit it) that the task was hopeless-blind Jones who apparently saw still in that furious lecherous wreck the old fine figure of the man who once galloped on the black thoroughbred about that domain two boundaries of which the eye could not see from any point. h/t: [Open Culture] Related Articles: Behind the Scenes: How the British Library Digitizes One of the World’s Biggest Books View Leonardo Da Vinci’s Notebooks Online and Go Inside the Mind of a Genius Library Places 1,600+ Occult Books Online With Help From ‘The Da Vinci Code’ Author 20+ Creative Gifts for People Who Love to Read
my fnaf rap YO YO YO listen up to my new rap! I just got a freddy hat! (HOT GIRL SINGING) oH YeAhhhh ITS FREDDY FAZBEARS PIZZA! WHEN YOU GET SOME PIZZA! AND A BIG. PIECE. OF ASSSSSS! awesome music plays Me: ya my name is rappa 3000 and ill tel ya da story of fredy pizzaria with a freddy goldy and a hot foxy fucking chica all day long, With a hudge dong, and den the security guard named chonged put his dong in BONNIE! girl takes off shirt and sings OH YEAAAAAAHHH ITS FREDDY FAZBER PIZZZAAA! WHEN U GET SOME PIZZA AND A. BIG. PIECE. OF. QSS me strokes dong mmmm ya its fredy fazber pizza with huge dings and blongs and bongs and frogsssss! with scary sexy animatrons!
The most common definition of grass is a plant with a narrow blade shaped leaf. These plants have leaf venation that run parallel to the leaf edge. In the seed you will find only one leaf on the embryo, which is called a monocotyledon. For your information most seeds have two leafed embryos
Crispy I ain’t tryna be mean but if u pretend to break someone up so u really think they would be sunshine and rainbows affter for the first ppl like cmon
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Ok I will mate
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What is the script to rename
Les go another vidieo🪳
No way you just took that much level of disrespect from a 12 year old OD cmon crispy
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I mean it's not disrespectful at all cuz he's gonna give robux after
U know what I'm sayin
@@GentIeRoast he doesnt
You can’t go wrong watching crispygo.
real
crispy never disappoints
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crispy is so funny i watch him everytime i eat or am boring his videos is just my taste its all i want never found perfect videos for me but this man did
I had a stroke reading this
I swear you always make me laugh😂 love the vids
Hey, you might not know me but I was a fan before you had 100 subs. Keep up the good work.
SAME
crispy posting fire videos as always
Most book lovers would agree that coming across a very long sentence in a novel can sometimes require multiple reads to comprehend. The world of literature is full of examples of sprawling monologues and multi-line descriptions, but it was American writer William Faulkner who was featured in the 1983 Guinness Book of World Records for his lengthy passage from his 1936 book, Absalom, Absalom!
The huge run-on sentence consists of 1,288 words and countless clauses. It takes patience to read, but once you get into the rhythm, it’s like delving into Faulkner’s stream of consciousness. The experimental writer’s sentence style inspired hundreds of writers since, including Samuel Beckett, Virginia Woolf, F. Scott Fitzgerald, James Joyce, and other masters of modern literature.
Nowadays, postmodern fiction writers such as John Barth are still influenced by Faulkner’s run-on technique. He once said, “It was Faulkner at his most involuted and incantatory who most enchanted me.” The current record holder for the longest english sentence is Jonathan Coe for his staggering 33-page, 13,955-word sentence in The Rotter’s Club, 2001. Though the record has been broken, Faulkner's legacy lives on.
William Faulkner was featured in 1983 Guinness Book of World Records for this 1,288-word sentence from Absalom, Absalom! Try to read it without getting out of breath.
Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realized at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who must have seen his situation as that of the show girl, the pony, who realizes that the principal tune she prances to comes not from horn and fiddle and drum but from a clock and calendar, must have seen himself as the old wornout cannon which realizes that it can deliver just one more fierce shot and crumble to dust in its own furious blast and recoil, who looked about upon the scene which was still within his scope and compass and saw son gone, vanished, more insuperable to him now than if the son were dead since now (if the son still lived) his name would be different and those to call him by it strangers and whatever dragon’s outcropping of Sutpen blood the son might sow on the body of whatever strange woman would therefore carry on the tradition, accomplish the hereditary evil and harm under another name and upon and among people who will never have heard the right one; daughter doomed to spinsterhood who had chosen spinsterhood already before there was anyone named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make him borrow to cut away the weeds from the door-and at last forced him to use though not to cut weeds, at least not vegetable weeds -would lean for two years) and wore still after the aunt’s indignation had swept her back to town to live on stolen garden truck and out o f anonymous baskets left on her front steps at night, the three of them, the two daughters negro and white and the aunt twelve miles away watching from her distance as the two daughters watched from theirs the old demon, the ancient varicose and despairing Faustus fling his final main now with the Creditor’s hand already on his shoulder, running his little country store now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter o f his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demon’s command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before ’61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-be’s wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying `Sho, Mister Tawm’ each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old man’s state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, ‘Kill them! Shoot them down like the dogs they are!’ and Jones: ‘Sho, Kernel; sho now’ and catching him as he fell and commandeering the first passing wagon to take him to the house and carry him up the front steps and through the paintless formal door beneath its fanlight imported pane by pane from Europe which Judith held open for him to enter with no change, no alteration in that calm frozen face which she had worn for four years now, and on up the stairs and into the bedroom and put him to bed like a baby and then lie down himself on the floor beside the bed though not to sleep since before dawn the man on the bed would stir and groan and Jones would say, ‘flyer I am, Kernel. Hit’s all right. They aint whupped us yit, air they?’ this Jones who after the demon rode away with the regiment when the granddaughter was only eight years old would tell people that he ‘was lookin after Major’s place and niggers’ even before they had time to ask him why he was not with the troops and perhaps in time came to believe the lie himself, who was among the first to greet the demon when he returned, to meet him at the gate and say, ‘Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they aint whupped us yit, air they?’ who even worked, labored, sweat at the demon’s behest during that first furious period while the demon believed he could restore by sheer indomitable willing the Sutpen’s Hundred which he remembered and had lost, labored with no hope of pay or reward who must have seen long before the demon did (or would admit it) that the task was hopeless-blind Jones who apparently saw still in that furious lecherous wreck the old fine figure of the man who once galloped on the black thoroughbred about that domain two boundaries of which the eye could not see from any point.
h/t: [Open Culture]
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20+ Creative Gifts for People Who Love to Read
my fnaf rap
YO YO YO listen up to my new rap! I just got a freddy hat!
(HOT GIRL SINGING) oH YeAhhhh ITS FREDDY FAZBEARS PIZZA! WHEN YOU GET SOME PIZZA! AND A BIG. PIECE. OF ASSSSSS! awesome music plays
Me: ya my name is rappa 3000 and ill tel ya da story of fredy pizzaria with a freddy goldy and a hot foxy fucking chica all day long, With a hudge dong, and den the security guard named chonged put his dong in BONNIE!
girl takes off shirt and sings OH YEAAAAAAHHH ITS FREDDY FAZBER PIZZZAAA! WHEN U GET SOME PIZZA AND A. BIG. PIECE. OF. QSS
me strokes dong mmmm ya its fredy fazber pizza with huge dings and blongs and bongs and frogsssss! with scary sexy animatrons!
Crispy doesn’t fail to make me smile.
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Yoo love ur vids keep the work up
WWWW Uploadd as always mhy noobbiee ❤ this video made mhy day ur sosos funny and adorablee☺️💕
wtf.
@@lightningfasteditz …
Crispygo:hey ur hacking also him:starts flying
crispy is one of those players that are goats
Fire video crispy 🔥.
The most common definition of grass is a plant with a narrow blade shaped leaf. These plants have leaf venation that run parallel to the leaf edge. In the seed you will find only one leaf on the embryo, which is called a monocotyledon. For your information most seeds have two leafed embryos
reset character now and i dnc
Go touch some yourself instead of typing this
"its just a prank bro" the prank:
“Its just a prank bro”
The prank:
why did i read the title as'breaking online daters necks for robux' help
that would be nicer
The peas never gets old btw lve ur vids
crispy what executor do u use
yo crispy can u do like star trolling like using aimbot and the macro or the animation, it would be cool for me
First best yt ever🎉
Bro, ur name is not CrispyGo, ur name is CrispyGOD, damn, nice vid, like
The only person I respect bro
This man is funny, and I love his videos so much, Keep Up The Good Work ❤
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early i love your videos ur the best
is it really a crispy vid if he doesn't fail the nuke
yo crispy its me pugz from your discord and i was just wondering i boosted 2 times and do i get that friend req on disc? btw keep up the banger videos
Wsp i love your vids
what executor are you using Crispy'
i love your videos keep it up
Scam and don't even watch
@@timemine6107 ?
Crispy is the type of guy to give money to the homeless for sport
this is so obviously staged omd. Staged videos are so pointless.
Then why the hell you watch em.
@@Chickenbros2011 the thing is i don't. they show up on my recommended and it gets so repetitive that it starts getting annoying.
@@bulletzw5383 then ignore it
crispy do u have any ideas how to fix roblox crash if tried everything
it happend when i used raycodex lock and i logged
“I prefer men”
Me: so do I…..
Wanna meet up? 😂😂😂
(This is a joke just like my life…)
Jokes have meaning but ur life don't
@@Bee-qe2dv lemme correct you (no hate) *Jokes have meanings unlike your life.*
@@Z_Spiritz oh thanks
@@Bee-qe2dv np
Why does this video seem extraordinarily staged? Hmmmmmm
THE GUY THAT HE BULLY ON THE FIRST IS LIKE MY AVATAR IN ROBLOX NOW💀
Crispy I ain’t tryna be mean but if u pretend to break someone up so u really think they would be sunshine and rainbows affter for the first ppl like cmon
Supporting ed's is crazy ngl 💀
@@siernoxnnoh I thought they were irl if not then fuck it nvm
crispy where did u get the rename script?
fake
crispy go how do you do the thing when you can change your username what hack is that?
Him- *ands shes a hacker*
*Him also using exploits*
brooo crispy was carrying me
staged
what mic do you use
Crispy is the best roblox UA-camr
bro is faking thev whole video nto interesting cntent anymore
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XD hahahahahahaha this so funny I love your voice tho
The guy who said don’t touch her is an real man
crispy only exploiter I respect
citizen rn:
Him: don’t be a simp
* few seconds later* don’t touch her
Bro says don’t be a simp and he said don’t touch her 💀
I live in Florida I'm so sad the hurricane is coming 🌀
You wanna give her roblox but she has headless?
u can make people say things with a script or are u a mod?
Earlyyyyyyyy
B-brother?
@@yourmom68670 omg I b-brother I thought you died
@@FartunHassan483 how
that heavy bike with the star means he is also exploiting
crispygo makes my day
i love when you nuke em and it doesn’t work
this is one of the most obv scripted video i ever seen
bro aint even hiding it
Bro finally a real person bro, literly ever single one of this guy comment/ videos are staged bro
This dude is too nice, I’m trying too be nicer on a GAME STUDIOS account and I still can
do u get banned or is the owner cool with u
thats a good idea but If u go across a toxic slender couple break them up they are cringe but nice couples Let them stay together
Crispy go started from the bottom is now up 😁😁 Been a Fan Since 2021
Yo, I’m being honest like five months ago me and my friends we made a group and we’re called the sus we kill every sus person we see
What script do you use to rename yourself ?
One question how u fly or how u get hacks pls tell me
ik im 10 months late imao but what's the dh change ur avatar limiteds scro[t crispy ?
thats me in the end ayo
How do u rename yourself and stuff u do In ur videos
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Yo crispy i was in your star server Lol
With the star why did you not pretend to be a crown with his avatar
I have faded but ion how to rename can u tell me pls crispy
very good edits i love it!
Crispy can you show us the Rename script??
1:32 LMAO BRO I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY FOOD
how does he get commands?
hi crispy
Nah crispy ur always W
That face is gonna haunt me forever lol
your video would be better if you didn't tell them it was a joke, but good vid
bro you gotta not give em robux you gotta make em miserable
These all my data has been everywhere gosh but our hero! is here
how do youu have the ban and rename i dont have
Good vidsss bro
For real I feel like crispy lets people walk all over him
Finally you do something not too bad and not toxic ! Givin robux and thanks for robux too because I knew you :) I was anna
When he said are you my dog it went to commercial and it said see which animal are you by your face and it went straight to dog
How u got these commands
Please stop e daters everywhere I go in dh I always see a e dater
Bro i love ur video but what is the name of the admin script for da hood
You haven’t seen much girl exploiters?
I’ve seen a rare a exploiter, and it was a furry exploiter
Yo crispy do a one with you don’t tell them nothing like if ur saying I hate you and others stuff and don’t tell them nothing
I'm not hating or nothing but @CrispyGo some of these people might have futures dyt?
Hey bro the headless you buy or you have script if is script is cilent
Hey crispy i need rename script where can i find it?
ayo 1 luvvv frr
Break them up and give them nothing
5:58 emotion😮