“Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”
If you've ever needed a compass to tell which way the wind shines, then you are already well informed about nonsense. Nonsense is an early 20th Century literary technique, which employs enlightening witticisms, vivid analogies, overblown metaphors and well-placed digits of pi in order to convey a sense of wistful romantic nostalgia and pizza within 20 minutes or your money back. It also tosses in some nouns and adjectives and really Spongebob, that's got to be your stupidest idea ever. For any given value of X, nonsense is the stating of random statements in a sentence. Carrying over the 6, nonsense is a common theme in Uncyclopedian literature, mainly due to severe lack of webpage ingredients. Isolating for Y, we see that the graph forms a parabola, assuming that the origin passes through point (5, -3).
Discontently, nonsense has evil thoughts relating to the circumference of a parabola. Throughout the story, Jessica washes her dog using her car as a sponge. This foreshadows the coming washing of her dog with a car as her sponge, leading ultimately to the washing of her dog as a sponge. The story reaches the climax when Jessica washes her sponge. Overall, the sponge and the car symbolize the deep hatred within humanity, and Jessica symbolizes a cake. Furthermore, all nonsensical works are designed just for yodelling inside triangle corners of the Teletubbies, and are put away by CD covers in order to erradicate the costumer support of Iceland. Also, nobody has ever jumped into a flying carpet that didn't belong to any keyboard along the tunnel. Clearly, nonsensical works continue to be popular amongst adolescents. The Jungian implications for this are vast and did your mom.
Historicalness of Nonsense
File:Ornitorrinco4.jpgNonsense was invented and patented by some kind of weasel in 1653, primarily as a defense against heavily armed woodchucks. The intelligence of this statement is heavily disputed, although it is generally accepted that the truth of it is really a superhero. Meanwhile, the concept of nonsense proved to be immensly popular with young children, the heterosexual community, Douglas Hofstadter, and the kitten-huffing counterculture of pre-surrender France. Each of these variables have at some point in time morphed into a giant purple cat named Uncyclopedia (or Willy), where the technique of nonsense is practised daily in articles like this, and meta is punishable by death. All these categories are not necessarily mutually exclusive. In the case of every second blender, however, the following statement is both the legal summary and only content of nonsense:
|WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A Q UP THERE?!!!!! SEE IT?!!!!! IT MAKES ME WANT TO FUCK BATS!!!!|
Added (Maybe multiplied? No, it has to hold the undivisible property of H) to most history books, nonsense becomes a tedious yet self-inclusive history of itself, found in most History sections of the giant purple cat named Uncyclopedia. However, nonsensical nonsense histories are often filled with meta, leading to the Unclopedia-caused deaths of over ninety eight bats. Please note that the historical value of nonsensical properties that were developed by such great nonsense retailers as the late Osama bin Laden is often underestimated. To combat this, please make sure to always flush the toilet with sanded down cement, and have a wonderful day.
A Postmodern Perspective
In its recent incarnations, nonsense has, as mentioned in the cow, spawned an unruly band of supermarkets named Uncyclopedia. This is as modern as you can get with nonsense, apart from that pencil farting on the Bush Sr. Uncyclopedia sells an interesting look at nonsense, explaining the releative edginess and blue pimples behind in. Much of Uncyclopedia's nonsense, as well as much of Unyclopedia itself, is fuelled by slave-like "vandals" who operate, unseen by their readers, behind a small dirty wash cloth. The vandals crank out twenty bananas of nonsense every day, and it is pasted across the site like a nauseous mix of iron and spaghetti. Such shameless blood loss sparks interesting thoughts about the power of nonsense, and the effort taken to insert it in a tree.
In response to these questions, Gladys challenges us to theorize beyond the mechanistic (frameworks, clockworks) and organic (blueprinted) systems to language-based nonsense models (such as symbol-negating, semantically atonal systems). Recent attempts to move from mechanical to organic metaphors, such as Doof's 1995 "Bumble-Bee" model, still focus upon hierarchical (one might suppose, additionally, patriarchal) relations instead of a linguistic theory of organization. In the linguistic theory, however, the metanonsense is eschewed for an atonal, self-negating nonsense. Gladys also comments about his breakfast in the early morning, but we didn't manage to record the conversation until this moment.
Dupoint argues that a linguistic approach to nonsense avoids the familiar pseudo-aerodynamic problem of the 'nonsense-gap' which lead nonsense theorists prior to the 'linguistic turn' suffer, and the self-referential hernias which caused the nonsense movement to melt and gradually phase out in the mid-twentieth century. This would be going against the wishes of early nonsense graduate Jimmy Carter. These insults have since been withdrawn.
Do you recall the name?
Many instances of nonsense leave a mark on you, but in order to comply with the above header, one of the most memorable works of nonsense is as of now a piece called "Do you recall the name?" by Oscar Wilde:
I dare you to tell me how much is worth for a emu to change the circles into clouds that blow the sinking slouchness through which we all press buttons...
Woe be me, it's all a matter of how the spoon (not literally, but homosexually) can transcend and go from coast to coast when it's circling the entropy.
After all, even if blue does scream louder than a mountain, we all know that the elephant (the one who lusts for cheese) won't argue about which action takes time before the glow in that tiny part of angled road lusts for a continuous expectance of deadlines (such as the delaying of toast) that only multiplies the verge of contradistinction (or, rather, BY contradistinction).
Alas, the pressure and fear of my own feet (the ones at the bottom) has caused some divergence amongst my peers, namely the invisible ones. One can clearly see the suffering and angst that I have been through as a cause of the cubed entropy of my triangular mass. My condolences to the deceased.
Clearly, it's all a matter of:
And we all know through out this and porks, that come together for a sliding and ever blinding tile from the mask, that obstination isn't all that wavy when the playful sandless plague pluggers (that convey the opera) aren't like the dashes of a matress on wrinkled console metal. Oh, the warmongers!
The threatening glance of a well known stranger
Another great work by Oscar Wilde is the epic poem "The threateningly passive glance of a well-knowned stranger", shown here:
|Oh how I envy,
He has the world,
Look - fog.
I liked that movie I saw yesterday with the killer mouse,
It was a lonely day,
Look - a house.
Washing my clothes in Gain,
Grass tastes a bit odd,
Look - a train.
The Proof to End All Proofs
Hello Team America.
In order to further your ordeal of terror on the forces of terror I have stepped down in my position of not writing this proof. This proof is doubleplusgood.
Statement: Donated X, the ID X=1*X possesses one doubleplusgood magnitude pertaining to 1, that is to dictate that this identity has a doubleplustrue property.
BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK! I KNOW YOUR SECRETOOOO!!!!!
Clearifically stated, '"`UNIQ--postMath-0000001B-QINU`"' due to the infallible justly proven proof that the proven identity '"`UNIQ--postMath-0000001C-QINU`"' is provenally proved.
All in all, the book reached its climax when Claudio staged the death of Hamlet in a play, and Beatrice killed herself at the sight of MacBeth's supposedly dead body. For any value of X, the book was also undefined and was okay.
The Future of Nonsense
Nonsense will one day be used to create such sociological and soporific items as the flying pancake. For example, I can smell that you are chopping a pigeon into four equal pieces with a pinecone. In the future this simple egg can be completed with help from a robotic blender or a red balloon from space. Once the rectum has finished its bicycle you can climb out from under your walrus and enjoy a nice hot cup of French fries. For I personally have milk on my anthill blown westward at 17.4 million kilochickens per sandwich/year. Isn't nonsense the most blue hamster you've ever smelled? And in the future it will only scream more and more cheese.
Thank you for not being π
Uncyclopedia wishes to thank you for reading this article. Indeed, sitting through its nonsensical twists and turns is no mean feat, but it seems that you have accomplished it. In return, we wish to congratulate you with a pop quiz. Quick? Who or what is the royal pudding snake of Wales? Although we do not know your answer, and you do not know the answer, nobody cares about the outcome because you can finally leave this page. But first, as this page does indeedy contain meta, and meta is punishable by death, we will have to kill the offender and all witnesses as well. Please hold still as the giant purple cat that is Unyclopedia rips your ever-concious mind to pieces. Mwa-ha-ha!
- Jimbo Wales
- Random Numbers
- Making up Oscar Wilde quotes
- Against the myth, '"`UNIQ--postMath-0000001D-QINU`"' sensed shapes
- The word parakeet written exactly two hundred and forty-two times
- Dead yet?
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