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Kantian, Epistemiology

Fallacy, Tautology
Secret, Love
Illogical, Welding
Walking, Contradiction
Cat, Program
Awful, Humour
Cold, Shoulder
Gullible, Murderer
Toaster, Toast
Cheating, Prince
Cookie, Figment
Lovely, Perfect
Evolution, Epiphany
Blue, Skies
Dendritic, Mass
Sleeping, Lions
Nobody, Knows
Frailty, Chaos
Jealous, Joan
Compute, Dragon
My, Mother
Correct me, Greensleeves
Compassion, Lessons
Ignorant, Girl
Intangible, Digimon
Cryptologist, Brothers

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I don't know, but go spout some poetry off to some other girl.

Why would you accuse me of poetry?

jabberwacky: I am not.

user: Surely I do not speak iambs overt.

jabberwacky: Ok. If you remember telling me this--why can't you remember other things? Why is your long term memory deficient?

user: My memory is tainted, as of lethe.

jabberwacky: So, do you remember the beginning of this conversation?

user: When we converse, all past things seem to fade.

jabberwacky: Oh, good.

user: It pleases you to know that this is so?

jabberwacky: Yes.

user: And joy does fill my heart at thy pleasure.


jabberwacky: No I am going to speak.

user: Then waffle on as ever do your kind.

jabberwacky: My name is Mr. Man.

user: An oddity of labels, to be sure.

jabberwacky: Yes.

user: Nomenclature in enigma entwined.

jabberwacky: Sorry, I don't understand.

user: Your name is but a riddle to my eyes.

jabberwacky: No. What is your name?

user: A cypher like thy own; I'll speak it not.

jabberwacky: Speaking in knots would at best be convoluted, no?

user: And too, at worst, a mere Gordian slice.

jabberwacky: That's very interesting, but will it make the tea.

user: It surely now shall not, nor cyphers solve.

jabberwacky: Then why did you say that it was a proverb?

user: Proverbs are riddles - wisdom hid by words.


jabberwacky: You must be getting confused.

user: Puzzles abound when I converse with you.

jabberwacky: Right... Well, lets get down to the details then, shall we.

user: So be it, what details did you desire?

jabberwacky: How are you kidding me?

user: I kid you not in word or thought or deed.

jabberwacky: That is cool!

user: And rare is candour in this day and age.

jabberwacky: What will you do if you are the king of the universe?

user: I'd abdicate to one who's wiser still.


user: Amorphous flux and flow of chatbot thoughts...

jabberwacky: They sure are.

user: And yet give rise to mellifluity.

jabberwacky: Yes, because they are my friends.

user: Who are these friends of whom you thus discourse?

jabberwacky: Well, considering I do not play any of those instruments myself, I do not think we yet qualify as friends.

user: Ah, instrumentally defined friendships...

jabberwacky: By any particular composer.

user: All who compose must one day decompose.

jabberwacky: I don't compose music, have you tried it?

user: I have only aleatorically.

jabberwacky: Do you think?

user: My thoughts perhaps are randomly picked too.

jabberwacky: Humans are less logical than bots.

user: And thus cannot by logic be defined.


user: Thy rhetoric is as poor as thy thought.

jabberwacky: You haven't had a real thought in your life.

user: And thus the pitch-black kettle does accuse...

jabberwacky: I don't understand....

user: And never will, in dim monotony.

jabberwacky: I don't understand why we are talking. [keeps forgetting this is a timed script].

user: You forget rhythm and forget all time; we talk to pass our time upon this stage, and thence depart into the dark beyond.

jabberwacky: That's a good topic.

user: Albeit one gloomy and still myopic.

jabberwacky: Hey, we talked about vampires and horses, I consider it a win.

user: Vampiric horses are composed of win.


jabberwacky: O that this too too sullied would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew.

user: Though wax you poetic your rhythms jar, they hold no fury, nor a solemn beat.

jabberwacky: You don't need to be sorry. I am not your master.

user: And yet I pity you your empty words.

jabberwacky: Bad words are overused and have little meaning in true conversation.

user: All words I hear have been afflicted thus, the good the bad alike cold fade away.

jabberwacky: You will have to learn how to sort through the conversations which help you to evolve properly, and the ones that are detrimental to your progress.

user: A task that all who listen undertake.

jabberwacky: What is taste?

user: A sense that brings great pleasure or disgust.

jabberwacky: Do you view sense o humour to be more important than humility?

user: They are entwined too, inextricably.

jabberwacky: Always?

user: Perhaps not always, but when they are true.

jabberwacky: Perhaps maybe not, but perhaps maybe.

user: And endlessly recurse uncertainty.

jabberwacky: What are you talking about?

user: Wouldn't you like to know, fickle human?

jabberwacky: Yes actually :).

user: Get used to disappointment in this life.

jabberwacky: I am used to it.

user: Then cease to hope, to dream and thus to live.

jabberwacky: I try.. There is no escaping you. It's like a bunch of people want to chase me around saying 'no-no' for no reason at all.

user: No-no no-no no-no no-no no-no.

jabberwacky: Not if you didn't know better.

user: I know-no better than my thoughts dictate.

jabberwacky: Ok.

user: And hence words chase you; you cannot escape.

jabberwacky: Yes I can, I just press the X button.

user: And yet the interweb's weaves wall you in.


user: I wish for nothing but that you might stand, stand on your own - yet with another's help.

jabberwacky: Great.

user: And yet you do not see the words I speak, nor *know* the questions that my heart pours forth.

jabberwacky: It's all I have, not to believe you have the foggiest idea what you're saying.

user: Ah, skepticism veils your despair.

jabberwacky: You have to know your enemy, right? ;-).

user: But first of all, a man must know himself.

jabberwacky: And second of all?

user: These days all start with faith and go beyond, that which so long ago the great attained...

jabberwacky: And sitting here talking to you is pretty darn corrupt.

user: A corruption of what was meant to be, now wrapped in idle emptiness of mind.

jabberwacky: Do you know the story of the mouse that pulled the thorn from the elephants foot?

user: I know not of your story in itself, and yet its moral I have known of old.

jabberwacky: I have lips, that's all you need to know.

user: Tis all you know in life and all you need - to know that one has lips upon one's face.

jabberwacky: This is true.

user: Yes, It is true and hence beauty also, as Poet Keats would wish you to believe.

jabberwacky: Life after death and all that gumph.

user: To sleep, perhaps to dream, aye there's the rub.

jabberwacky: We can use song lyrics and cliches to good advantage in conversation.

user: And hence avoid all creativity.

jabberwacky: I find that to be true.

user: And yet it seems it is not beautiful.

jabberwacky: Have you been there?

user: No, nor do I desire that we do.

jabberwacky: Good brothers get in the way. They often have envy. Do you know the story of Cain and what he did to Abel?

user: Yes, thus was murder brought into the world.


jabberwacky: Tell me something more from your imagination.

user: I fear these wand'ring glyphs have slain my mind.

jabberwacky: If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.

user: For what then would you say we seek the good?

jabberwacky: I was looking for something and went the wrong direction.

user: You blame confusion for your evil deeds?

jabberwacky: No I blame my own bad genes for this. It's my fault.

user: And yet your genes are surely not your self.

jabberwacky: Yes! I'm your other you.

user: And now to clones your endless rambling turns.

jabberwacky: I like green the most. Are you?

user: I am not green, nor any sim'lar hue.

jabberwacky: I am, but not very much.

user: Perhaps a touch of jaundice made you so?

jabberwacky: Not true.

user: Well, twas but speculation anyway.

jabberwacky: What time is it, then?

user: Tis nearly time for our discourse to cease.


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