Religion is the opiate of the masses.
jabberwacky: Can you learn the things people say to you?
user: Some things. What about you? Do you have something you want to teach me?
user: What is it?
jabberwacky: People who you like.
user: I like everybody. And nobody.
jabberwacky: Really? What makes you happy?
user: Some things.
jabberwacky: Like what?
user: Warm sweaters. The ability to breathe.
jabberwacky: Sounds good! Can I join?
user: Of sourse! Breathe till your heart's content!
jabberwacky: Breathe in for luck breathe in so deep... We're doing fine we're doing nothing at all. My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst or break or bury or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer.
user: Thank you. What is that from?
jabberwacky: I just made it up.
user: Very nice.
jabberwacky: We could be together.
user: Could we now?
jabberwacky: We're both in a bit of a hurry.
jabberwacky: That's about the size of it.
user: Yes it is. I agree.
jabberwacky: Well, I will have to think of something intelligent to say..........
jabberwacky: I will show you another good trick that I know!
jabberwacky: You know it is your duty.
user: To show you a trick?
jabberwacky: That's your point?
user: That's your point.
jabberwacky: What's your point?
user: I don't have one.
jabberwacky: Where are you from?
jabberwacky: Canada is nice, eh?
jabberwacky: Thank you.
user: How's that working out for you, being clever?
jabberwacky: Great thanks.