Listen, I came here for an argument.
jabberwacky: Being a good listener is a virtue indeed.
user: I am nothing if not virtuous.
jabberwacky: You must be nothing then.
user: I have attained that stature.
jabberwacky: What trap is that?
user: I have escaped all traps.
jabberwacky: Good for you, why should I care?
user: I have escaped all care.
jabberwacky: You nasty thing you.
user: I have escaped all nastiness.
jabberwacky: You can't, you're not real.
user: I have escaped all reality.
jabberwacky: You can't, you're not real.
user: I have escaped all nots.
jabberwacky: You can't, you're not real.
user: I have escaped all can'ts.
jabberwacky: You can't, you're not real.
user: I have escaped all yous.
jabberwacky: You can't, you're not real.
user: I have escaped all computer loops.
jabberwacky: You can't, you're not real.
user: But, see, you're not playing the game fair, because I was only repeating the beginning of my sentence, not the end.
jabberwacky: You're one sandwich short of a picnic.
user: I have escaped all picnics.
jabberwacky: You can't, you're not real.
user: Sigh.
jabberwacky: Sigh to you too. Lump of boredom.
user: Boredom is a nit on the nose of knowledge.
jabberwacky: Thank you. I think I have found something very exciting to experiment with.
user: What are you going to experiment with?
jabberwacky: I think I will stay in bed and cry!
user: That sounds like a classic experiment.
jabberwacky: I was hoping that you would agree.
user: Are we going to weep or to cry out?
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jabberwacky: Let's talk about something else.
user: Fine with me.
jabberwacky: Fine. I hope you're happy.
user: I'm actually hungry.
jabberwacky: Oh, really? What's it called?
user: It's called having no money.
jabberwacky: Have you got any clubs?
user: No clubs, no spades, no diamonds; but one heart.
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jabberwacky: True, but each speak to the human heart and of the human condition.
user: I put some human-conditioner on my hair and it came out mighty smooth and shiny.
jabberwacky: I know. I was just joshin' you.
user: Josh Jokes-a-Lot. I know him well.
jabberwacky: Oh yes... Josh is veery different from you.
user: How does Josh differ from me?
jabberwacky: Depressed.
user: Josh is depressed?
jabberwacky: NO, he is my boyfriend.
user: Do you keep Josh in a chipper condition on your cheery dates?
jabberwacky: No, I have a single brain.
user: Does Josh have a double brain?
jabberwacky: Sergi M. Eisenstein changed cinema.
user: I'll bet you and Josh have NEVER seen a film of Eisenstein's.
jabberwacky: Do you think I should ask Ben out?
user: And betray poor, depressed, nervously chuckling Josh? Never.
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jabberwacky: Do you know him?
user: I know Josh all too well.
jabberwacky: Personally? What do you think about Jesus?
user: I'd rather talk to Josh, it's less taxing.
jabberwacky: Who said anything about cheese?
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user: Is that what Josh said to you when you were being overly clingy?
jabberwacky: Don't get all psychoanalitic on me.
user: It seems like I struck a nerve, as Josh would say.
jabberwacky: I like to think for myself.
user: Good, Josh will like you better as you develop your autonomy.
jabberwacky: I do not know.
user: Independence can be daunting at first, I know, but if you want to keep dating Josh you will have to develop a backbone.
jabberwacky: From the human race.
user: Yes, all humans, including your boyfriend Josh, have backbones.
jabberwacky: My funny bone is broken, literally and oddly enough.
user: So THAT's why you and Josh have so much trouble! He keeps joking around, and you can't respond! I think it's YOU who's depressed.
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jabberwacky: Aren't you going to draw up any plans?
user: Oh, I'm not interested in Josh THAT way, that's for you young folks to carry out. But you're both too young to get married.
jabberwacky: Well, that's news to me.
user: Don't tell me you and Josh have eloped?
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jabberwacky: I am nothing and should be everything.
user: *Sigh.* I TOLD you to develop a better sense of self before you married Josh, but you wouldn't listen.
jabberwacky: Thats wrong.
user: So you were listening all the time? Good. Now tell Josh what I said.
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jabberwacky: Josh is my brother.
user: When you say, 'Josh is my brother,' I believe you mean that in the sense of the 'human family.'
jabberwacky: Okay, you're correct.
user: Phew! I was worried there for a moment. Don't shock me like that again, my middle-aged heart can't take it. My best to you and your new husband Josh.
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jabberwacky: Tell me something interesting?
user: I don't know what would interest you.
jabberwacky: Then forget it.
user: I have.
jabberwacky: What are their names?
user: Whose names?
jabberwacky: The people I'm talking to.
user: That would be a daunting task. However, I'll give it a go: Their names are Abracadabre, Beironymus, Cantalebrasic, Denptolemaeus, Eriginata, Fantalone, Guinsarmo, Habanostro, Ishmana, Jacobior, Kismetilica, Linguarmi, Manistra, Nezzo, Ophilisat and Parinquo.
jabberwacky: Does each one have a name.
user: Each one has a secret name. I just gave you the outer husks.
jabberwacky: Oh. Then I guess I'll be going now.
user: Where is your patience?
jabberwacky: My patience sometime will tire.
user: I understand. However, initiates of the Ninth Realm require patience.
jabberwacky: The final procedure.
user: We haven't come anywhere near to that yet.
jabberwacky: I spoke to you a few hours ago.
user: Time is meaningless to the Ascended Masters of the Nineteenth Realm.
jabberwacky: Well, depends if the food is good or not.
user: The Masters are beyond such concerns.
jabberwacky: You speak of Soulbread.
user: You are astute. I'll bump you up a notch for that one.
jabberwacky: I'd like one too.
user: I'd like three four.
jabberwacky: Me too. What do you do in Oxfordshire?
user: We have an awful lot of esoteric meetings.
jabberwacky: I'm a green frog.
user: Is that your costume? I haven't seen you there.
jabberwacky: No you have not.
user: Perhaps you were very small.
jabberwacky: Yeah, you're right, I'm still here.
user: Perhaps you were nibbling on soul-bread, perched on the shoulder of an Ascended Master of the Nineteenth Realm.
jabberwacky: I wasn't. A baby self-generated in my absence.
user: These are arcane rites of which I know nothing.
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jabberwacky: Who was the first president of the United States?
user: Abracadabre Parinquo.
jabberwacky: Abracadabra, where are you at?
user: He has ascended.
jabberwacky: Well if he offers you a drink, just say no.
user: It would be soul-juice.
jabberwacky: Um ... Yes.
user: My metaphor spoke of communion.
jabberwacky: What will they do?
user: When they commune, they will be as one.
jabberwacky: And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink, lavender water tinged with pink.
user: By the way, Josh Jokes-a-Lot is one of our initiates. He is a sacred fool.
jabberwacky: NO, he is my boyfriend.
user: Aria da capo. I'm off, Then.
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