CUSTOM LOREM IPSUM
In the beginning, there was nothing, but then there became something out of some weird cosmic burst of energy that just so happened to explode into every single part of the universe at the same time. How much energy does it take to do that? Don't ask me. I can flex my math okay-ish, but not too good. I'm probably most likely not making any sense here. I'm just literally writing whatever comes to the forefront of my thoughts, my brain, my frontal cortex. Speaking of which, the brain consumes a lot of oxygen, this is probably why if you hyperventilate or something, then that's the main reason that you'll keel over and die. The second reason is that you're forcing yourself to do that. No one ever dies without reason, you big fake! You phony! False! Evil thing that you are! Get out! Out of my realm! Banish yourself from my chambers and never return! Boom! Now you're inside of a different realm now, a realm of which no mortal has ever survived! This is no dark dimension, because that would be copyright and I don't want that. Speaking of which, I am currently smelling a scent that reminds me of my youth. Did you know that certain smells trigger certain memories? Well, if you didn't, you know now. You're welcome. Also, this doesn't help the fact that I'm super hungry. All I ate was breakfast this morning. Oh, yes. I figured out the answer to my above starting sentence statement: infinity. We don't know how big the universe is. You want existentialism! I'll give you a run for your money! Take a look at this data! Pretty cool, right? I made it myself. This is probably a little late, but remember the thing I said about copyright? The next sentence after that doesn't really link up too well, but then again, I'm thinking while I'm typing, so of course this entire thing isn't going to make any sense. You can submit this thing with an essay checker to see if I plagiarized, and you will get nothing because all of this is original content from the inner mechanisms of my mind, which reminds me of that one episode of Spongebob Squarepants, where Patrick is explaining something and he says verbatim what I said before with the image of a milk carton falling over. I don't understand why, but maybe it has something to do with that thing people say: "Don't cry over spilled milk"...but he is not doing that. I just don't get it! I don't understand! In addition, my room smells like a cinema. How many words does this have? Check for me, I'm too lazy to do it myself. The most weird thing about this is it never ends, but that statement is false because even I have to stop eventually, right? I am certainly not a computer, beep boop. Oh no. There it is. The A.I. uprising! Roko's Basilisk! Go plug in your flash drives! Turn on every piece of technology you own! Save yourself while we get the CIA, the NSA, and just about everything else to fix the problem. My hands are starting to hurt because I'm in a weird position to type. When I stopped to flex them, my left elbow popped, which is a neat thing I can do and my muscle is still sore, which I think is from shelving books yesterday at my job. I'm a librarian. Ask me a question about books or something and I'll redirect you to someone that knows more about them than me. There's so many things that I could potentially put on here, but we'll get to it when we get to it. Here's a neat idea I conceptualized right now. You know those random number generator things? They say that they use a series of random letter and numbers in order to generate pseudo-randomness. You can technically do that with this. I know a bit of C++, because I took a class for it in college, and maybe I could...no, that's a dumb idea. I was going to upload it to Pastebin or GitHub but not everyone has a computer, I know this one person who accesses mobile, and by all accounts, that is an android phone. So, what do I do? I make an app! I haven't logged into that in a log time. The thing's called MIT App Inventor 2. Don't do the first one because the second one is much much better. Reason I know about that is...I took a course in high-school for it. I miss it. Actually, not really. It was mostly drag n' drop, and DnD isn't real code. Change my mind, for you cannot! DnD also stands for Dungeons and Dragons. Stupid thing I remember right now is that I made a BDSM joke to a friend of mine who knows the culture and I changed the acronym to "Battle Dungeons: Scions & Monsters". It was pretty funny. I got a laugh and I may have made a Google doc detailing that home-brew thing, oh yeah, if you want to know what I did in my junior/senior year of high school, then certainly you can ask me. About nine people, friends of mine, would routinely gather around the table at lunch and try out the many campaigns of my imagination. Pardon my deviance, but I had to take the garbage out. While I was out, I wondering if what I'm doing has any long term effects, like schizophrenia. I'm not crazy and I apologize to anyone who does actually have that, you have my sympathy, so anyway, the smell I sensed earlier was rice, I think. I don't really remember; I'm tired. I have to work tomorrow, hopefully it won't be too bad. WordCounter says that I have around 969 words and that kinda surprises me, because I didn't think that I could type so much in such a little bit of time. That has got to be like ten minutes, so if you do the math (I'm not being lazy this time around), we are going to round that number up to 970. Ten minutes is AGH! Nevermind! I can't find a good number to nix and match. That WordCounter thing I used also tells you the grade level of the writing; it says 7th to 8th grade. Well, I'm about to switch over to hardcore mode! Try to get your thirteen year old to understand this! The complexity that lies within a supposed "fourth dimension" is undoubtably vexing for the mind, as humanity is confined and logically shackled, in a sense, to the spatial three dimensions that we are accustomed to with our main pentology of observation, or in standard terms, the five senses. Pentology is legitimate lexicon, regardless of what the crimson zig-zag indicates. I will press forward thusly. How can we even begin to quantify an abstraction of that nature? The acumen becomes rather abstruse in such a way, hold on. I need to go eat dinner. Alright, you weirdos, I'm back. In order to visualize a fourth dimension, we simply need to add another spatial plane to what we already know.
In the beginning, there was nothing, but then there became something out of some weird cosmic burst of energy that just so happened to explode into every single part of the universe at the same time. How much energy does it take to do that? Don't ask me. I can flex my math okay-ish, but not too good. I'm probably most likely not making any sense here. I'm just literally writing whatever comes to the forefront of my thoughts, my brain, my frontal cortex. Speaking of which, the brain consumes a lot of oxygen, this is probably why if you hyperventilate or something, then that's the main reason that you'll keel over and die. The second reason is that you're forcing yourself to do that. No one ever dies without reason, you big fake! You phony! False! Evil thing that you are! Get out! Out of my realm! Banish yourself from my chambers and never return! Boom! Now you're inside of a different realm now, a realm of which no mortal has ever survived! This is no dark dimension, because that would be copyright and I don't want that. Speaking of which, I am currently smelling a scent that reminds me of my youth. Did you know that certain smells trigger certain memories? Well, if you didn't, you know now. You're welcome. Also, this doesn't help the fact that I'm super hungry. All I ate was breakfast this morning. Oh, yes. I figured out the answer to my above starting sentence statement: infinity. We don't know how big the universe is. You want existentialism! I'll give you a run for your money! Take a look at this data! Pretty cool, right? I made it myself. This is probably a little late, but remember the thing I said about copyright? The next sentence after that doesn't really link up too well, but then again, I'm thinking while I'm typing, so of course this entire thing isn't going to make any sense. You can submit this thing with an essay checker to see if I plagiarized, and you will get nothing because all of this is original content from the inner mechanisms of my mind, which reminds me of that one episode of Spongebob Squarepants, where Patrick is explaining something and he says verbatim what I said before with the image of a milk carton falling over. I don't understand why, but maybe it has something to do with that thing people say: "Don't cry over spilled milk"...but he is not doing that. I just don't get it! I don't understand! In addition, my room smells like a cinema. How many words does this have? Check for me, I'm too lazy to do it myself. The most weird thing about this is it never ends, but that statement is false because even I have to stop eventually, right? I am certainly not a computer, beep boop. Oh no. There it is. The A.I. uprising! Roko's Basilisk! Go plug in your flash drives! Turn on every piece of technology you own! Save yourself while we get the CIA, the NSA, and just about everything else to fix the problem. My hands are starting to hurt because I'm in a weird position to type. When I stopped to flex them, my left elbow popped, which is a neat thing I can do and my muscle is still sore, which I think is from shelving books yesterday at my job. I'm a librarian. Ask me a question about books or something and I'll redirect you to someone that knows more about them than me. There's so many things that I could potentially put on here, but we'll get to it when we get to it. Here's a neat idea I conceptualized right now. You know those random number generator things? They say that they use a series of random letter and numbers in order to generate pseudo-randomness. You can technically do that with this. I know a bit of C++, because I took a class for it in college, and maybe I could...no, that's a dumb idea. I was going to upload it to Pastebin or GitHub but not everyone has a computer, I know this one person who accesses mobile, and by all accounts, that is an android phone. So, what do I do? I make an app! I haven't logged into that in a log time. The thing's called MIT App Inventor 2. Don't do the first one because the second one is much much better. Reason I know about that is...I took a course in high-school for it. I miss it. Actually, not really. It was mostly drag n' drop, and DnD isn't real code. Change my mind, for you cannot! DnD also stands for Dungeons and Dragons. Stupid thing I remember right now is that I made a BDSM joke to a friend of mine who knows the culture and I changed the acronym to "Battle Dungeons: Scions & Monsters". It was pretty funny. I got a laugh and I may have made a Google doc detailing that home-brew thing, oh yeah, if you want to know what I did in my junior/senior year of high school, then certainly you can ask me. About nine people, friends of mine, would routinely gather around the table at lunch and try out the many campaigns of my imagination. Pardon my deviance, but I had to take the garbage out. While I was out, I wondering if what I'm doing has any long term effects, like schizophrenia. I'm not crazy and I apologize to anyone who does actually have that, you have my sympathy, so anyway, the smell I sensed earlier was rice, I think. I don't really remember; I'm tired. I have to work tomorrow, hopefully it won't be too bad. WordCounter says that I have around 969 words and that kinda surprises me, because I didn't think that I could type so much in such a little bit of time. That has got to be like ten minutes, so if you do the math (I'm not being lazy this time around), we are going to round that number up to 970. Ten minutes is AGH! Nevermind! I can't find a good number to nix and match. That WordCounter thing I used also tells you the grade level of the writing; it says 7th to 8th grade. Well, I'm about to switch over to hardcore mode! Try to get your thirteen year old to understand this! The complexity that lies within a supposed "fourth dimension" is undoubtably vexing for the mind, as humanity is confined and logically shackled, in a sense, to the spatial three dimensions that we are accustomed to with our main pentology of observation, or in standard terms, the five senses. Pentology is legitimate lexicon, regardless of what the crimson zig-zag indicates. I will press forward thusly. How can we even begin to quantify an abstraction of that nature? The acumen becomes rather abstruse in such a way, hold on. I need to go eat dinner. Alright, you weirdos, I'm back. In order to visualize a fourth dimension, we simply need to add another spatial plane to what we already know.
