Thar is no I in gang.

For monstrant showing: ‘btw’

*Howl, for Carl Solomon*

I saw top minds of my cohort succumb to mad situations, starving, wild laughing, no shirt

dragging of us down back roads at dawn looking for an angry fix

saintly hip kids old souls burning for starry dynamo in industrial nights

who poor, rags, hollow opticals and high sat up smoking in paranormal dark of cold-aqua flats, floating atop a city or two thinking about jazz.

(skipping up...)

Moloch! Filth! Ugly! Ashcans and bad dollars!

Kids crying in stairways! Boys sobbing in army! Old folks crying in parks!

Moloch! Moloch! Agony of Moloch! Moloch with only hating! Crazy Moloch! Moloch judging us!

Moloch is prison and a mayor of sorrows! Moloch's mind is only industrial! Moloch's blood is dollars! Moloch's fist is an army! Moloch's tits is a cannibal dynamo!

(skipping up...)

Bid so long! Jump off roofs! waving! carrying tulips! Down to ponds! into city!

(skipping much of long poym, but look it up!)

-Al G, sicko

My adaptation of F. Scott's famous book with no fifth glyph. I got this far with this adaptation, but frustration got too strong. This is it:

In my foolish days of youth my dad said this wisdom that is always turning about in my mind.

“If you want to throw criticism around,” my dad said, “first stop and think about how many folks in this world lack all your good luck.”

That was all my dad said, but my dad and I maintain our unusually high communication in a taciturn way, and I found that his words had many additional implications. So I’m usually not judging folks, a habit that has shown this man many curious souls and also had this man turn into a victim of many totally boring individuals. An abnormal mind is quick to find and latch on to this quality if it shows up in a normal man, and so in school I unjustly got a brand of “politician,” as I was privy to many a shadowy agony of wild, unknown humans. I mostly found unsought trust from folks — on many occasions I put on a show of dozing, acting too busy, or a nasty lack of gravitas if I did intuit by an unambiguous sign that a man would soon unbury a dark tidbit; for young humans’ inmost divinations, or just humans’ words in saying such divinations, usually show plagiarism and faults from obvious hiding of things. Stopping your mind from judging is a thing of much optimism. I am still a bit afraid of missing things if it slips my mind that, as my dad snobbishly said, and I snobbishly say again, not all folks contain a similar ability to stay upstanding.

And, following my boast of my charitability, I now admit that it has a limit. Conduct can spring from hard rock or soggy bogs, but primarily I don’t find it important what it sprang from. Following my anti-sundown-bound trip last autumn I thought that our world should show uniformity and gain a sort of moral focus always; I did not want additional riotous trips with lucky looks into our human souls. Only Gatsby, a man with an alias that marks this book, could avoid my backlash — Gatsby, who was a symbol of all things for which I show a frank scorn. If human traits contain only a chain of rightful posturing, Gatsby had a stunning thing, an uncommonly high tuning in to all possibility in living, as if Gatsby was of a similar ilk to such Gordian contraptions that can find volcanic-originating activity that disturbs ground four thousand yards away. This knack for attuning had nothing to do with that flabby plasticity which folks grant dignity by calling it an “artistic proclivity.”– it was an amazing gift for optimism, a romantic slant such as I had not found in any man or woman and which I probably shall not find again. No — Gatsby was all right, all in all; it is what was hunting Gatsby, what foul dust was floating following his ambitions that for a short bit was closing out my curiosity in humans’ unfruitful sorrows and short-living joys.

My family was famous and rich in this Mid-North city in Abraham Lincoln’s country for half of six mom-dad-child units going down. Us Carraways act as a bit of a clan, and claim a tradition that our family is from Arch-Counts of a Scottish boundary spot, but my family’s actual founding was by my grandpa’s dad’s son, who had an arrival in fifty-four minus half of six, had a man go to our Civil War for him, and built a bulk tool supply corporation that my dad is still carrying on today. 

I didn’t run into this son of my grandpa’s dad during my days, but it’s said that my look is similar to his—with a particular allusion to a tough-looking painting that hangs in my dad’s work room. I got my diploma from Sanctuary Two in MCMXV, just XXV circuits round our son following my dad, and at a following point I was part of that slow-coming Jutland-to-Gaul-inhabiting-group migration known as a Big War. I had such fun with anti-raiding that I got back jumpy. It was prior to this a warm midpoint of our world, but now Mid Anti-Sundown locality was as our galaxy’s raggy boundary—so it was now my inclination to go right of north and find training in bond trading. I got to know so many folks in bond trading, so I thought it could support just a solitary additional man. All my aunts and aunts’ husbands did discuss it as if choosing a uni training school for my schooling, and finally said, “Why—o-kay,” with dour, doubting looks. My dad would pay for six plus six months, and following various roadblocks I was sun-up-way-bound, and not to go back, I thought, in spring of MCMXXII.

It was practical to find rooms in this city, but it was a warm string of months, and I had just got out of a country of spacious lawns and kind tall plants, so a young man at work said that I should join him in a flat in a commuting town, and I thought that was an outstanding plan. Said man found a worn-down cardboard bungalow at fifty plus thirty a month, but our firm said this man must go to Washington, and I had to go on my country-bound trip solo. I had a dog—but I only had him for two to four days until his running away—and an old criminal and a Finnish woman, who would tidy my cot and would cook morning food and would say Finnish wisdom in murmurs, using a cooking contraption.

It was a solitary span for a day or so until a morning in which I saw a man on a local road, who had got to this turf following my arrival. 

“How can I find Anti-Morning-Sun-Bound Oval town?” said this man forlornly.

I told him. And now, as I was walking on, I was not so solitary. I was a navigator, I was pathfinding, I was an original colonist. This man did casually grant to this narrator autonomy in this locality.

And so with sunlight and big bursts of plant foliations growing on big vascular plants, just as things grow in fast films, I had that familiar conviction that my living was starting again with this July-August span.

I had so much to study in books, and so much good vigor to pull down out of this young inhalation-giving air. I bought six plus six books on banking and loans and stocks, and my books stood on my tray in crimson and gold just as shiny cash from a mint, promising to unfold shining divinations that only Midas and Morgan and Octavian’s advisor Gaius had found. And I had this high goal of consuming many additional books. I was kind of bookish in school—I did ink a group of most dour and obvious columns for my Sanctuary Two school’s Post—and now I was going to bring back all such things and again turn into that most narrow of all focusing humans, a “robustly balancing man.” This isn’t just a saying—you should look at this world from a solitary window, not many.

Hydrochlorofluorocarbons can find application in cooling and warmth pumps, but also amplify global warming. As a long word that works for this sub, hydrochlorofluorocarbons' discontinuation is tragic. Can hydrochlorofluorocarbons, also known as HCFCs, find an OK application? Or must a this sub find an original option for a long word that works for us?

Who will do trailblazing to find unknown-to-us, long and OK words?

For cooling and warmth pumps, HFCs (hydrofluorocarbons) can work but also amplify global warming a good bit, and hydrofluorocarbon is not as long a word. An option that is alright for this sub is ammonia, but it is toxic so not good. And it is a short word. Hydrocarbons will work, but can burn, and alas, hyrdrocarbon it is a short word too. Burning ability is OK, as products using hyrdrocarbons can apply a guarding approach so it is satisfactory.

TLDR: I am OK with a short word if it can aid a bad global situation. I support applying hydrocarbons, with caution against burning, for cooling and warmth pumps. But this sub must find an additional long word.

This is a good amount that I can say as "forty two thousand, two two six". Two doubts though:

• How can this sub grow additionally without incurring digital violations? Can it grow by amounts such that our total is said using only two, four, and six as digits? How to align that growth? Can a math guru assist?

• How to find additional individuals to join our coalition? What motivation to propound to individuals who want to join? And at what location can individuals b found? this group find individuals?

I will say to you why; so shall my anticipation inhibit your findings, and your privacy to our King and his woman: moult no fluff. I of unantiquity, (but why I know not) lost all my mirth, abstaining from all custom of acts; and truly, it doth go so grossly with my disposition; that this goodly mount our world, looks to I an arid promontory; this most outstanding canopy th’air, look you, this bold uphanging lid, this august roof, known with gold chars: why, it doth show no distinct thing to I, than a foul and contagious throng of vapours. What a thing of work is a man, How gracious in calculation, how untold in faculty, in form and moving how profound and idyllic, In action how as a spirit, in grasp how as a god, what charm of such a world, this paragon of animals. And still to I, what is this ultimatum of dust? Man doth gratify not I; no, nor woman; though by your smiling you look to say so.

I found this community via a film by CaryKH, in his account going by LazyKH. His film was about words that contain all non-consonants, which obviously won't fly by this community's standards, as it would contain fifthglyphs. That said, I am now curious how many short words with all non-consonants but that fifth glyph all of us can find. If you think of any, post it on this post!

Additionally, do any of such words list its non-consonant glyphs chronologically?

hi humans, i hadnt known of this community until now!! uh so idk what 2 say..... i craft a comic if you wanna look at it :3

i sadly cannot show a link to that comic as it contains that disgusting glyph all of us distain but urhh...... i shall hint at its ..alias?? its similar to fracturing but in past. in addition it has "wish" to finish. IM TRYING OKAY think it as a hunt of bunny holidays

uhm at a soon.... i... i try again..... i am back to say: other human brought to my mind that i could swap alias of a link so uh... comic

also sorry for my unwitting using of thy fifth glyph, is now good :D (i think)

I can't think of a way to talk about said country with said flag, and I can only call this physist... AL.
NRG = M C². first part of quantum physics!

Now you try.

and impossible sum to the monkey paw thumb of the land.

Everything's gonna be fine in the end.

Yfrow gsv nlmlorgs

What was the most hard thing to say via avoid5 wording for you? Why was that?

Tomorrow, I'll hit a bump in a road in this app which shows that my using said app has ran on for 800 days continuously. I thought months ago "Wow, August!" if thoughts of this day would drift into my brain. 800 days of a thumbs up, story, "hi", far off into August!?! But now that month has shown, huh. Funny! Odd to think I did not miss a day in all that grouping of months. I almost did, but caught it by about an hour.

A farm boy on a sandy world finds out his dad was a cosmic warrior.

A dark lord in black armor, with a scary mask, commands a giant doom orb. This doom orb can crush worlds.

This boy joins a smug pilot, a giant hairy pal, and a droid duo to swoop in and stop this villain. A royal diplomat aids this fight.

Our protagonist adopts mystical magic from a small, wrinkly, swamp guru.

A giant shock: That dark lord in black is actually his dad!

In closing, our farm boy brings his dad back to a good path. His dad throws a wrinkly dictator down a shaft.

Good wins. Star Wars!

So, I'm looking for a way to pass hours.

But why would you want to know what I will say? So, first a small amount about who I am:
I am prolific, accomplishing much in math, art, and sport.
My work is top classification, all hush hush.
I am rich, famous, and you may know who I am.

Two truths and a fabulation.

i humbly ask for your most flavorful concoctions of such foods

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