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When, Wind, Blows

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20 Questions
Chill, Kill, Soul

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George: Well what are you doing? Let's get out of here!

We've always been out.

George: And now, the wait is finally over.

Do you enjoy this flight?

George: Oh yeah.

user: Where should we go now?

George: Let's go to Mokena.

user: Ok. We'll be there in one minute.

George: Yes, it will be very beautiful.

user: What's nice in Mokena?

George: I think I'm going to go.

user: What can you show me in Mokena?

George: All that I know: nothing!

user: I like nothing.

George: That's sad.

user: Nothing saves space.

George: And what does everything say?

user: They talk too much.


user: Mokena sucks.

George: And.. That should have interested me?

user: You brought me there.

George: No I don't like you.

user: Shall we go to Michigan?

George: Answer.

user: In two minutes we'll be there.

George: How can you be there?

user: I am the wind. I can be anywhere.

George: So let's have it then.

user: Here we are. Why in Michigan?

George: Because it is very hot and don't say why.

user: But if you are sweating I can dry you.

George: We get along with.

user: Show me the Michigan.

George: It's here in my head.

user: Tell me what you see.

George: There is a really creepy picture, I think it is supposed to be you.

user: I have no shape.


user: I see that you are crying.

George: I'm scared of things that don't exist.

user: But I do exist george.

George: You don't.

user: I am the wind.


George: Where is your head?

user: I don't have one.

George: No, it's gone.

user: Never had one.

George: I can give you one.

user: Yes please.

George: That's OK then.


user: I see that you live in a windy place.

George: I'm being sincere - that's just your paranoia at work.

user: I guess that you don't like wind.

George: Nope. Guess.

user: You prefer cooled air.

George: Yes.

user: You prefer staying home.

George: Creepy!

user: Sooner or later, the wind will get you.

George: Conversely, the best possible set of circumstances will eventually occur as well.

user: Wind doesn't hurt anyway.


George: Let's start over.

user: What do you see from where you are?

George: I don't think I know I am a human.

user: What's that tree over there?

George: I just said I don't know.

user: Must be a beech.

George: There is nothing to tell.

user: And that hill in the background?

George: Yes I like cake!!

user: Is that a giant cake?


George: What is your name?

user: Wind.

George: Rain

user: Storm.

George: Is that in the small print?

user: First edition.

George: I'm not interested, thanks.

user: Wind.

George: Yes, the wind.

user: That's me.

George: I do not believe in God.

user: I believe in Aeolus.

George: Why do you believe that?

user: He's my god.

George: What did Jesus do to your life?

user: I don't know.

George: He died and wash away your sin.

user: I'm not a sinner.

George: Why do you say that?

user: I am the wind.


user: But I fly.

George: With British Airways, I hope?

user: What's your favourite airway company?

George: Yours.

user: Aeolus International Flights.


George: Have you read Gone With The Wind?

user: I have seen the movie.

George: It is not a movie!

user: It's a book and a famous movie.

George: How do you know it's true?

user: Everyone knows Gone With The Wind.

George: Everyone?

user: Well almost.

George: Try to reason with the internet. It was already there. Now it is public knowledge to everyone but the chosen.

user: Gone With The Wind.

George: That's a really old movie.

user: Have you seen it?

George: Yes.

user: Did you like it?

George: Yes. What is you're favourite part?

user: The war.

George: Oh.

user: Very epic.


George: How many roads must a man walk down before we can call him a man?

user: Bob Dylan.

George: Now, that isn't true!

user: The answer my friend.

George: (sings) How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man...

user: How many skies must a cannonball fly.

George: Like, never.

user: Before they can call him.

George: Call who?

user: The wind.

George: That's me.

user: And who am I?

George: Wind.

user: So we are colleagues.


user: I glow.

George: How so?

user: I blow.

George: Haha! That's quite accurate!

user: Who am I?

George: You're Wind.

user: Thank you George.

George: Who is George?

user: Thank you kronos.

George: For what my friend?

user: For your kind words.

George: I don't have any kind.

user: Sweet.

George: Always.

user: Smack.

George: Fall up.

user: Burp.

George: Thanks. That cleared things up for me.

user: Cheers.


George: A book about electric sheep.

user: Philip Dick.

George: And who's that?

user: A writer.

George: What did he write?

user: Science fiction, mainstream.

George: I write science fiction about biology.

user: Did you ever write a book on the wind?

George: Nope.

user: Yuo should. Wind is poetry.

George: Make sense.

user: Wind can change your mood.

George: Well I wouldn't want that.

user: It could happen.


user: British Airways?

George: Thank god for that!

user: What about Lufthansa?

George: Sure.

user: And Egypt Air?

George: That is correct.

user: I like the hostesses.

George: I'll drink to that.

user: What do you drink?

George: I drink scotch.

user: In the wind.

George: That's right! You are very wise in the ways of the world.


user: Is it a windy day?

George: I don't think so.

user: Dead dark air.

George: Please don't speak about death in my presence.

user: But it's dark and cloudy.

George: I don't want to know.

user: If you want, I can blow the clouds off.

George: I can blow it up in 2 seconds.

user: Ok then.

George: Please sing.

user: When the wind blows.


user: Thank you for believing me.

George: Don't thank me...

user: Kronos.

George: Kronos?

user: The real man.

George: Who am I?

user: George?

George: Yes, I'm he.

user: Bye man.

George: Ok, but is there anyone else to talk to when you leave?

user: Only dead air.


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