Etcetere

I'm not well acquanted with Orly and Yarly as I ought. I aspire that oofo rises to such famedom. (o)

There's a greement there. Mozilla exceeds. (o)

Spritekit? That reminds me.. (o)

And that would be cudome. With a slight of boredome, subjected on abdome. A bit of randome I see involved, as well. All in all, an excellent comment, Ecto. (o)[/b]

Rather, coincidences that aren't too astonishing. Mobius's lack of 1? (o)

There are four aspects to the human subconscious. Boredome, cudome, abdome, and randome. Boredome is cerebral toffee. Your brain prefuses to chew it, and thus time is occupied. Boredom is commonly mistaken as inactivity. Rather, it is when life is enjoyed to the most and fullest. You see, boredom is fertilizer in the plot of creation, that is, no seed of originality can grow without boredom bringing about its necesity. Sparks of creativity are not ideas, rather ideas are the pests that hinder growth of.. well, this produce of creativity remains unnamed. Boredom at work: you say potato, I say potato. Cudome is cerebral asterisk. Cudome is what fills in blanks that have been introduced by boredome, and act as seeds. Cudome is the ability to break any string, any train of thought, and have it thrown wildly off track, usually resulting in a collision with, well, collisives, usually resulting in a spark of ingenuity and all-around grandure in the areas of uniquity. Cudom takes no influence from outside sources, much the opposite of abdome, introducing entirely unrelated subjects as the appropriate answers to the questions boredome raises. Cudome at work: you say potato, I say heracy. Abdome is cerebral lemon. Abdome is the gate between subconscious and conscious, the little rackety wooden barrier that prevents allows ideas, which are illegal, to enter the plot. When the abdome is week, it allows outside influences to.. influence.. the growth of our inaptly named produce. Mostly, abdome occurs when seed from trees in other human's plots have blown in, and formed hybrids with what was originally thoroughbred organic material. Abdome is not the subconscious working from the inside out, but rather the outside in. Abdome at work: you say potato, I say lemon. Randome is cerebral ihdgorkre. And above all, is the most misunderstood, commonly labelled "random" when in fact it is one of the other domains at work, most of all abdome. Consider it as the weather, whose uncontrolled behaviour drastically alters the growth and quality and breed of intellectual creativity. It is action when there is nothing to act, decision when there is nothing to decide. Mostly, it is the use of blanks before cudome has gotten its chance to fill them, resulting in pure, as humans would usually call it, which is a horrible act of abdome, randomness. Randome at work: you say potato, I say oiebng. All four work together to produce spawns in the plot of creativity. These spawns are incorrectly titled ideas, though they are usually defiled to become so later on. They have no name, and that should remain as such, as a naming is the best way to kill one of these plants. But alas, death is the result of every birth, and as such, these indefinite bodies must become ideas if one were to ever reach them beyond the plot and into the , not vast and open and spacious, but rather tight and closed and confined, region known as the conscious. Please appreciate my philosophy, and while I do not profess to be a Freud (whose name should be pronounced Frood, as we unrightfully do whenever mentioning Dr. Seuss (It's Seuss! Like Soice!) ) I do profess to be a Gregoire. And you'd be wise not to consider it as reality, or as such it would greatly weaken your abdome, making your produce vulnerable to defilement, as much is already. And please, don't relate abdome with abdomen, as that is a perfect example of weak both. (o)

I compure. Why reason have you to bestow yourself as the one to make a wordcraft guide? Wordery happens to be my specifiality. Take mawesome, Britishity, randomdom, and allsuch. Vut esides, Corporal Planet hath bestowed such magnifery upon me, as reminded by Orcist. Regain I say, I compure! And your backwards oofo does resolve to disdain me. I neglect to grasp my headgear. (o)

MSN is a terrible thing to do, Dorkuma. (o)

Purple. Electroplankton? (o)

No. Purple. Purple! (o)

My elusive hula, yellow sketching, creamy helium gentlemanly communique. Truth, medical entertain, cleverly porridge drain. Letter no; sly violin dust-bunny! Best-Existing Song (aside from one word) (o)

Is that really you Exo? Whatever happened to your Britishity? I'm congused.. (o)

So long, Brudda. (o)

No.. Ah? (o)

Too right. The Wii made the entire world just a little more fun. (o)

Well you come to all about Obone_Knob. He is me, but as a gamertag. Etcetere is me that is the umbrella of all of me. But there are sections to me. There is .selah, me as digital maestro. There is Core Dimension, but he is not me anymore. Etcetere who is me is irked by being familiared as Core because Core is not being exist anymore. And there are others who are me who are yet to be specified. Domains under Etcetere who is me are signified by a colon repeated with another colon. Obone is me whenever I have a game to be played. Obone_Knob who is me originated because there was a happening that Etcetere who is me encompassed were to be play BattleFront and to be joke to make "Obi-Wan Kenobi" as such a DJ. But horridly they others misunderstood. Now the name of it is acted as file obone.knb, with Knob a file extension meaning gamer or sort. Obone who is me as gamer is process working in speeching right. Obone who is me is having progress be made, improvement of "Who you're" and "Go to away" and "This none to be place you are in". Is it that you have patience and withstand? I just thought you are to like knowing about me as another than BZP. .knb

I was thinking just that, what with all the Wii entries. Good for you! You win a round of the game currently going on in that other entry! (o)

XD I love Q/A. (o)

I hadn't noticed till now your Malable userbar. Plagrist! (o)

Yep! My first! Followed by 8 or 9 more over time. Whatever that yellow Norik-faced fellow was. No. Core Dimension; noisnemiD eroC; Core Dimension; Etcetera; Etcetere; x=stuff. The Disc Channel. (o)

I feel like staff! Gleefully deletes sextuple-posts (o)

Matoro 7 Exo M7 Sir Exo M7 of Varrock Exo M7 The Emu Man Ah.. I'm done for now. Neeways, you have a couch, and can't use it? We're all the victims of injustice! (o)

To elaborate on the previous entry, what say us BZPerWiiers get right to forming a sort of "clan"? Anyone willing or know someone willing to join BiiZiiPii, give me a PM. (o)

Well, L and P, one has to have a wireless connection in their home that is connected to the internet for it to work. It wasn't until a couple weeks after we got it that we set our connection up. Exo, and to think you're over there. But 360 is SO right here! I mean, sure, it's cool. But it's just an Xbox, with a step up. Same with PS3, though that's really two steps up. The Wii decides "to heck with this" and travels in a totally different direction. Ah well. It's your choice. I won't profess the Wii is perfect for everyone. (o)

You're ha. Very ha. And no. Ah.... Jayko-generation KK shoulder armor. (o)