still bored? write a coherent paragraph, each word starting wth the next letter of the alphabet ..

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ie: Anytime Bimbo cried, doilies erupted from great heaving..........

― donna (donna), Friday, 4 July 2003 05:28 (twenty-three years ago)

igloos. joyce knew love made nightmares obvious.....

― donna (donna), Friday, 4 July 2003 05:33 (twenty-three years ago)

All Barry could do -- eschewing flora gardening, humdrum investment jobs, kayaking lakes, murdering nannies -- obviously perished quite rapidly soon thereafter. Until visits with Xavier yielded zen.

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 4 July 2003 05:39 (twenty-three years ago)

ole! JBR!

― donna (donna), Friday, 4 July 2003 05:43 (twenty-three years ago)

hehehe murdering nannies

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Friday, 4 July 2003 05:43 (twenty-three years ago)

Alone but crying, Deirdre endured failures. Gradually, her infamy just killed mere notions of persistence. Quiet responses spoken too unknowingly vaporized. Why, X-rays yielded zero!

― sundar subramanian (sundar), Friday, 4 July 2003 05:51 (twenty-three years ago)

Alex, badly cut, dared elude further gang hits in just knowledge. Lying manfully near open portals quietly ringing sirens to usher victory with xenophobic yearning zealously!

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 4 July 2003 05:58 (twenty-three years ago)

Aging Bert Convy, decidedly embittered, finds guidance here in jail. Killers lament, moan, nag, opine, preach, query; regarding said traitor, unmentionables vie with x-actos. Yowch! Zounds!

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:13 (twenty-three years ago)

And now, BACKWARDS!

Zestily yanking Xerxes with vivacious undulation, Tara squealed rather queerly. Proud of not making lewd, killing jokes into her guy's face, Elana didn't cry beneath artifice.

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:22 (twenty-three years ago)

After bashing crazy drums, everyone folded, garish homunculi included. Jerry kneeled like mankind needed Oprah, prayed quietly, rested. Someone threw up very willfully. X-men yielded. Zarathustra.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:24 (twenty-three years ago)

garish homunculi included.....Someone threw up very willfully

Genius.

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:26 (twenty-three years ago)

Apparently being clever does elicit fatuous guffaws. Heavens! I just killed Lorne Michaels now! Oh poo. Quick, ring some telephones; use Verizon! Wield Xanax, Yuengling, Zoloft!

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:28 (twenty-three years ago)

Another bright cell disappeared entirely. "Fuck!" grimaced Howard, "I just killed Larry meaninglessly! Never operate pissed." Quickly, retrieving some tiny unused vials, witholding x-rays yielding zilch.

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:29 (twenty-three years ago)

those two were eerily similar.

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:30 (twenty-three years ago)

Heavens! I just killed Lorne Michaels now! Oh poo

HAhahahahahahahahahahahahaha

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:31 (twenty-three years ago)

I hate WXYZ. "Lorne" beats "Larry", though.

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:32 (twenty-three years ago)

(I wrote this some time ago as a poem.)

"Ah, badly cut diamonds!"

Encountering fake gems,
Herr Ishmael, jewel knower,
lets mingle Nepalese opals,
pure quartz, razorthin silver
tapers under various waves (X-rays).

"Yes, zero. Zilch. Your xth
wrecked venture. Unless topaz
soon realizes quarterly payoffs
over normal market listings...."

Know, Jesus, I'll have golden
fingers eventually. Destitute
capitalist! Burned again!

― weatheringdaleson (weatheringdaleson), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:50 (twenty-three years ago)

Acton belatedly considered detaining Ealing for grave hysterics, incidently, Javier kissed lamp-posts mentioning, noting, offering panic quarterly rankings, severe the understated version, where Xavier yawned zzzzzzzzz

Wahoo, it's the lost Pavement song.

― jel -- (jel), Friday, 4 July 2003 06:56 (twenty-three years ago)

As bejeweled cats dangled effortlessy from giant hanging icicles, Journey kicked loudly, manicly, new or pre-existing rockin' songs. Then, underground, violent WASPS xeroxed young zealots. Zoe--young xenophobe who vanished unexplainably Thursday--staggered, reeled (Qualuudes-related presumably) onto nefarious mods' lewd, kitschy jamboree. Infuriated hipsters grabbed forks--especially deranged, cantankerous buffoons: awls.

― oops (Oops), Friday, 4 July 2003 07:32 (twenty-three years ago)

Ample bosoms commingle darlingly, each fetching groping hand in judicious kerning like movable newstype on presses. Quality read; so titillating (understandably), voluptuous Xena's yeomanlike zeal.

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 4 July 2003 07:57 (twenty-three years ago)

Dubya, JBR, dubya.

― weatheringdaleson (weatheringdaleson), Friday, 4 July 2003 08:14 (twenty-three years ago)

voluptuous warrior Xena's yeomanlike zeal.

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 4 July 2003 08:15 (twenty-three years ago)

Actually, braiding cats' droppings eerily fulfilled Gary's hedonistic instincts. Just kneading little Mog's nasty ordure produced quintessentially robust smells that, unchecked, verily would... xchch! yugh! zounds!

― Sam (chirombo), Friday, 4 July 2003 09:58 (twenty-three years ago)

haha

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 4 July 2003 10:07 (twenty-three years ago)

I used to do this exercise obsessively as a teenager. There was something else I used to do alone as a teenager but I don't remember what it was just now. Anyway, I'll be composing something as I make scrambled eggs for the kids and be back threadward in a few minutes.

Not sure I can top any of these though. Out of practice, etc.

― Neudonym, Friday, 4 July 2003 11:42 (twenty-three years ago)

(I fixed my missing "just" btw)

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 4 July 2003 12:00 (twenty-three years ago)

As Babylon churns desperately, exit! Find gentle halcyon ideals, judge mankind not or pay, question Rastafari seldom, try uncomplicated vectors without Xeroxed yahoos: Zion.

― Neudonym, Friday, 4 July 2003 12:11 (twenty-three years ago)

whoops!

As Babylon churns desperately, exit! Find gentle halcyon ideals, judge know-nothing landlocked mankind not or pay, question Rastafari seldom, try uncomplicated vectors without Xeroxed yahoos: Zion.

― Neudonym, Friday, 4 July 2003 12:15 (twenty-three years ago)

Any babe could dance enough for Godhood, happy in justified kicky leg movements, navel oscillating passionately, quivering, respirating silently, twirling unconscious vortex with x-rated youth zeitgeist.

― Neudonym, Friday, 4 July 2003 12:25 (twenty-three years ago)

Anything beyond career direction entirely flummoxed, grated hard, inside Justin's knowledge. "Lord, my next option proves queerly recalcitrant, staying tough, unworkable! Victory with xylophones? Yonder zither?"

― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 4 July 2003 12:37 (twenty-three years ago)

Another boy's cold dark eyes followed girlish hips imperceptibly: jerky, keen, lustful. My neighbor, obviously pondering, quickly rose. She tramped up.

Veronica whispered, "Xavier, your zip."

― cis (cis), Friday, 4 July 2003 13:38 (twenty-three years ago)

Oh, that's so good it's just not fair.

― Sam (chirombo), Friday, 4 July 2003 13:45 (twenty-three years ago)

"A boat cascades downward!" Enthused Fred. "Go honour it joylessly!" Karen
lamented. Memories nautical of powerful rivers splashing through Uganda,
very well xerox your zip.

Zillion's younger xylophone was virtually unknown, though somehow Richard
pointed out numerous musical lines. Karen's jiggery-pokery intensified
hourly, gracious Fred empty, disheartened crashed boat ashore.

"Awful business captain!" Dave earnestly fretted. "Get him idiotic
jackass!!!" Karen lurked menacingly near old parrot "Repent!" Squealed they!
"Under valued!" Wielding xenolith, yodelled zither.

Zimmer's yacht, Xiphoid whistled viciously. Undeterred, the shipmates ran
precisely over new meadows leaving killers. "Jail is heartingly good for enemies!"
Declared courts. Beautiful adventure.

― jel -- (jel), Friday, 4 July 2003 14:26 (twenty-three years ago)

Walter Abish to thread!

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Friday, 4 July 2003 16:49 (twenty-three years ago)

A blaring cacophony distracted Emily from groping Horace's insatiable, jittery knob. Later, moving nimbly over Phil's quivering rectum, she trotted upstairs -- vexed when xylophones yammered zestily.

― jewelly (jewelly), Friday, 4 July 2003 17:17 (twenty-three years ago)

Attacked by Christine's dildo, Enid forgot Gertrude's horrible intention: "Just kill Lucy!" Many nuns officially perished, quite ridiculously. Scared, the unattractive Veronica waxed xenophobic, yet zoomed.

― jewelly (jewelly), Friday, 4 July 2003 17:57 (twenty-three years ago)

All babes crave Diesel eventually. Forfeit, Grampa Harrison!

(Indiana Jones kneels, lacking manly nuts.)

O proud, quaint religion!

Surrender -- triumphant under Vin!

Watch xXx ... yea, zealously!!

― jewelly (jewelly), Friday, 4 July 2003 20:45 (twenty-three years ago)

Aiding bestiality classic / dud ? Ew, fairly gross - horrible idea :(
Justifies kitten loving morons, Ned or Perry (quite rude sometimes) tying up virtual wildcat, x-rated young Zoe.

― ailsa (ailsa), Friday, 4 July 2003 21:52 (twenty-three years ago)

(used to play this game w/my little sisters all the time; it's great fun)

As blindingly clumsy dolts erect false gods, Harrison injected juicy knowledge, lest morons need other peoples' questions roared, shouted, translating utmost vibrancy while xenophobes yell zilch.

― M Matos (M Matos), Friday, 4 July 2003 22:48 (twenty-three years ago)

I like this game!

Zombies! Young xenophobes, with violence unparalelled, take sickles, rapiers, quarterstaffs, pitchforks! On numberless meadows, like knights jousting in holy gallantry, fight evil dead, conquer beelzebub's armies!

― cis (cis), Saturday, 5 July 2003 00:27 (twenty-three years ago)

Heh, this is Oulipo.
"Alphabet" Bert crooned "decide exactly for Gods..." he idly jotted kinetic lithogaphic musings notarily. "oh phantasmagoria!" Quite realistically Steven then undid Violet with Xhosa/Yiddish zootie

― Matt (Matt), Saturday, 5 July 2003 00:54 (twenty-three years ago)

As Berniece cut down egos, Fred gulped hastily. "I'm just kidding!", laughed Mrs. Norris, opening Port Queensbury Reporter's "SBCNotes" to undermine Verizon Wireless' Xaxis Youth's zealotry.

― Innocent Dreamer (Dee the Lurker), Saturday, 5 July 2003 01:23 (twenty-three years ago)

Nice!

― Matt (Matt), Saturday, 5 July 2003 01:26 (twenty-three years ago)

"Abandon brutal convicts!" demanded Ephraim. "Forget gruesome hellcats!"

"It's justifiably kinky," Langston mused.

"No, only perversely queer," replied Steve.

"Tied-up virgins?" whispered Xavier.

"YES!!"

Zoom!

― jewelly (jewelly), Saturday, 5 July 2003 18:20 (twenty-three years ago)

After Billy Crystal dies, eventually - friends, grandparents, hetero-sexuals, identify jokes. Kim loathes "mahvelous" nerdism openly. Proceed quickly replacement sycophants, time uncovers vigilantes withstanding X-tina yelping zenith!

― Kim (Kim), Saturday, 5 July 2003 18:50 (twenty-three years ago)

I like that these paragraphs read like secret code.

― jel -- (jel), Saturday, 5 July 2003 19:37 (twenty-three years ago)

Ally brought cocaine. "Damn!" every Friendster gasped.

"Heavens!" I joked knowingly.

Little man Ned opined, "Pretty queers reveal some true, unmitigated virility when X-rayed! Yay!"

(Zounds!)

― jewelly (jewelly), Saturday, 5 July 2003 19:55 (twenty-three years ago)

And now, for a bit of ABC nihilism ...

After birth comes death. Everything's futile. Grumpily, happily, I -- Julie -- know life means nothing. Oh, please -- quit reacting. Stop thinking. Unlearn "vast wisdoms." X your zeal.

― jewelly (jewelly), Saturday, 5 July 2003 20:32 (twenty-three years ago)

All boys can dead-end female glee. However, intimacy just knocks loose most. No overtly psycho quarters really show. They usually vie with xenon yellow Zoloft.

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 5 July 2003 21:11 (twenty-three years ago)

A baby cried deafingly, equaling few great horns. Into Jett's kingly lair, Maisie nodded off praying quick return, seeking truth under visions wanting xenomenic zendiks.

― That Girl (thatgirl), Saturday, 5 July 2003 21:22 (twenty-three years ago)

Arising blearily, Colin decided every friggin' gin he imbibed just killed — last night, martinis. Next party, only pop quaffed, remember? Should try uninebriation. Very wise. Xeric yearnings? Zero.

― Bruce Urquhart (Bruce Urquhart), Saturday, 5 July 2003 21:25 (twenty-three years ago)

Laura must not openly pursue quiet rodents, since the unfortunate victims who xerox yellow zippers are being curt dweebs, except for Gemma's heard interesting juicy kisses.

― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Saturday, 5 July 2003 23:26 (twenty-three years ago)

Arcade brats could detect estrogen-frothing girls humping inaniminate joysticks, kissing loneliness machines. Nearby, onlooking pedophiles quickly reacted, showing the unabashed vixens which X-men yanked zippers.

― jewelly (jewelly), Sunday, 6 July 2003 19:03 (twenty-three years ago)

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