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[OrangeCrush76]

Do you think you can do this?

[Ophelia]

I can so totally do this.
'Cuz I rock.

[Oowatanite]

This might just strain my brain to a point of insanity! How shall such a task finish with victory? Will it go on for as long as our world is functioning, or will it stop half way to a final product?

Wow, this is hard.

[surprisepig!]

OrangeCrush76 said:

Do you think you can do this?

No... oh wait, I just did it. Thats cool.

[Aardwolves Lower]

is this a riddl.... ooooOOOoowhowho! crap! I almost fuct up!

[afte4hou4s]

i gu3ss this do3sn't count...

[DericksHam]

doth i hath to post anything of ... not-mass???

[capi]

afte4hou4s said:

i gu3ss this do3sn't count...

no, it don't.

[OrangeCrush76]

So, what do you all want to talk about for this topic? I'm thinking about how hard it is to say anything without using that constanant. What do you think?

[blueshades87]

OrangeCrush76 said:

So, what do you all want to talk about for this topic? I'm thinking about how hard it is to say anything without using that constanant. What do you think?

Man, this  is a cinch.

[Kelly A]

Can't do it. No way. Sorry.

[scrapkook]

You just did.  And, oddly, so did I.  :p

[Kelly A]

Wow, you did it! Cool.

I don't think I could do anything similar, though. It's just not within my ability.

[Red Frog]

"Noon rings out. A wasp, making an ominous sound, a sound akin to a klaxon or a tocsin, flits about. Augustus, who has had a bad night, sits up blinking and purblind. Oh what was that word (is his thought) that ran through my brain all night, that idiotic word that, hard as I'd try to pun it down, was always just an inch or two out of my grasp - fowl or foul or Vow or Voyal? - a word which, by association, brought into play an incongruous mass and magma of nouns, idioms, slogans and sayings, a confusing, amorphous outpouring which I sought in vain to control or turn off but which wound around my mind a whirlwind of a cord, a whiplash of a cord, a cord that would split again and again, would knit again and again, of words without communication or any possibility of combination, words without pronunciation, signification or transcription but out of which, notwithstanding, was brought forth a flux, a continuous, compact and lucid flow: an intuition, a vacillating frisson of illumination as if caught in a flash of lightning or in a mist abruptly rising to unshroud an obvious sign - but a sign, alas, that would last an instant only to vanish for good."

[Kelly A]

Show off. :p

Actually, I didn't know about that book until just now. Truly fascinating.

[Red Frog]

Kelly A said:

Show off. :p

Actually, I didn't know about that book until just now. Truly fascinating.

I want to know about a book without action words.  To wit.

[Ophelia]

That book sounds fascinating. I would want a translation, though.

[Red Frog]

Ophelia said:

That book sounds fascinating. I would want a translation, though.

I concur.  Francais is not a strong suit.

[Aardwolves Lower]

Red Frog said:

"Noon rings out. A wasp, making an ominous sound, a sound akin to a klaxon or a tocsin, flits about. Augustus, who has had a bad night, sits up blinking and purblind. Oh what was that word (is his thought) that ran through my brain all night, that idiotic word that, hard as I'd try to pun it down, was always just an inch or two out of my grasp - fowl or foul or Vow or Voyal? - a word which, by association, brought into play an incongruous mass and magma of nouns, idioms, slogans and sayings, a confusing, amorphous outpouring which I sought in vain to control or turn off but which wound around my mind a whirlwind of a cord, a whiplash of a cord, a cord that would split again and again, would knit again and again, of words without communication or any possibility of combination, words without pronunciation, signification or transcription but out of which, notwithstanding, was brought forth a flux, a continuous, compact and lucid flow: an intuition, a vacillating frisson of illumination as if caught in a flash of lightning or in a mist abruptly rising to unshroud an obvious sign - but a sign, alas, that would last an instant only to vanish for good."

no way! I QUIT!

[OrangeCrush76]

Red Frog said:

"Noon rings out. A wasp, making an ominous sound, a sound akin to a klaxon or a tocsin, flits about. Augustus, who has had a bad night, sits up blinking and purblind. Oh what was that word (is his thought) that ran through my brain all night, that idiotic word that, hard as I'd try to pun it down, was always just an inch or two out of my grasp - fowl or foul or Vow or Voyal? - a word which, by association, brought into play an incongruous mass and magma of nouns, idioms, slogans and sayings, a confusing, amorphous outpouring which I sought in vain to control or turn off but which wound around my mind a whirlwind of a cord, a whiplash of a cord, a cord that would split again and again, would knit again and again, of words without communication or any possibility of combination, words without pronunciation, signification or transcription but out of which, notwithstanding, was brought forth a flux, a continuous, compact and lucid flow: an intuition, a vacillating frisson of illumination as if caught in a flash of lightning or in a mist abruptly rising to unshroud an obvious sign - but a sign, alas, that would last an instant only to vanish for good."

You win a gold star for that post.