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.
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.
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.
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.