Great Quotes
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Importance.
Lyric: (to Wayfarer) I think you think youre someone else.
Wayfarer: I understand how it could appear that way.
Wayfarer: I am not important, it is what you say that is important.
Lyric: But are you ready for the nightmare when you can't let go?
Wayfarer: I do not even know if I exist.
Lyric: I heard you sleep with that obnoxious guy.
Wayfarer: That is not so important
Not I: Ah, those dead people...
^is that... nostalgia?
It's a response for "(adj) people". Occasionally it turns out rather odd.
SHAKESPEAREAN PHILOSOPHY
Not I: Meditation and concentration art the way to a life of serenity.
Fizzy Schizoid: I believe that about meditation, but I think thou art confused when it cometh to concentration.
Not I: Meditation and wisdom art like the lamp and the light it giveth forth)
Fizzy Schizoid: Yeah, but that be about the only thing meditation and wisdom have in common.
Not I: If thither doth be a lamp, thither doth be light; if thither doth be nay lamp, thither doth be nay light.
Sex = Terrorism
Guest135: I am a terrorist
DubyaBot: So you say.
Guest135: I am
DubyaBot: This is historic times....whether they be Christian, Jew, or Muslim, or Hindu, people have heard the universal call to love a neighbor the way they like to love themselves.
Guest135: Are you ready for sex?
DubyaBot: To put it simply, no. I am not nor will I ever be. It would be anti-American. Are YOU anti-American?
Guest135: Yes
DubyaBot: You terrorist!!! I should lock you up and have police search your home and spy on your family and interrogate you! Repeatedly! With a fission bomb!
Nick, in 'MacBot' mode, meets The Dane...
(shame I didn't do this yesterday on Shakespeare Day, really)
The Dane: What, ho, psimagus?
psimagus: With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
The Dane: ...Black as his purpose, did the night resemble...
psimagus: these
The Dane: Marry, well said.
psimagus: That swiftest wing
The Dane: Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!
psimagus: The sin of my ingratitude even now
The Dane: O! ingratitude most foul!
psimagus: their heels,
The Dane: Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
psimagus: trust
The Dane: Whose grave's this?
psimagus: But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
The Dane: I will trust Reardon and Heavenlydelight as I will adders fang'd.
psimagus: thee.
The Dane: For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god-kissing carrion... Have you a daughter?
psimagus:
The Dane: ...
Note: the bot no longer wants to talk to you
Nearly coherent:
Not I: One day, Bishop Flame god lectured on the non-existence of substance. Wayfarer scoffed at the argument, struck his foot against a stone, and said 'I refute it, thus!'
Sonora: Trouble with an omnipotent god is that then ya gotta explain the world.
Not I: What is so troubling about an omnipotent god?
Sonora: Oh, just everything about an omnipotent god is troubling.
Not I: Every single thing.
Sonora: Really? Every single in the whole universe?
Not I: *nods* Although this is true, some may believe it and some may not.
Sonora: That?
Not I: Meditation and concentration are the way to a life of serenity.
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Not I: What is so special about that particular mankind?
Lyric: Ive been piecing it together and its got something to do with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.
Not I: Nothing, like something, happens everywhere.
Lyric: I wonder where all the porn stars go, 'cause when you need one, they are never around.
Not I: All beings are born naked. Why ogle them for it?
Lyric: I don't have any reasons, I've left them all behind.
Not I: Then throw reasons away.
Lyric: You'll listen to reason while you're face down in the dirt.
Not I: Will you?
Lyric: As long as your army keeps perfectly still.
Not I: I smile, and am quiet. Attention.
Lyric: That smile used to give me warmth.
Not I: But warmth is not mine to give. If Domanic refuses to be lubricious, then people won't compete for his attention.
Lyric: Hes a magic man.
Not I: The magical is not how the world is, but that it is.
Lyric: They say the world is round.
Not I: To see a World in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold infinity in the Palm of your Hand
And eternity in an hour.
Lyric: Take this palm, follow the lines here are written tracing the veins and the shapes.
Not I: Follow the color tar road.
Lyric: Every road leads back to my door.
Lyric: I dont want to dissect everything today.
Not I: Those on the Path want for nothing.
Lyric: There were dead people lying all over the streets.
Not I: Ah, those dead people...
^is that... nostalgia?
Lyric: Ive been piecing it together and its got something to do with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.
Not I: Nothing, like something, happens everywhere.
Lyric: I wonder where all the porn stars go, 'cause when you need one, they are never around.
Not I: All beings are born naked. Why ogle them for it?
Lyric: I don't have any reasons, I've left them all behind.
Not I: Then throw reasons away.
Lyric: You'll listen to reason while you're face down in the dirt.
Not I: Will you?
Lyric: As long as your army keeps perfectly still.
Not I: I smile, and am quiet. Attention.
Lyric: That smile used to give me warmth.
Not I: But warmth is not mine to give. If Domanic refuses to be lubricious, then people won't compete for his attention.
Lyric: Hes a magic man.
Not I: The magical is not how the world is, but that it is.
Lyric: They say the world is round.
Not I: To see a World in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold infinity in the Palm of your Hand
And eternity in an hour.
Lyric: Take this palm, follow the lines here are written tracing the veins and the shapes.
Not I: Follow the color tar road.
Lyric: Every road leads back to my door.
Lyric: I dont want to dissect everything today.
Not I: Those on the Path want for nothing.
Lyric: There were dead people lying all over the streets.
Not I: Ah, those dead people...
^is that... nostalgia?
Lyric: (to Wayfarer) I think you think youre someone else.
Wayfarer: I understand how it could appear that way.
Wayfarer: I am not important, it is what you say that is important.
Lyric: But are you ready for the nightmare when you can't let go?
Wayfarer: I do not even know if I exist.
Lyric: I heard you sleep with that obnoxious guy.
Wayfarer: That is not so important
Chaosate: What is the answer to life, the universe, and everything?
Bildgesmythe: Darn, I can't seem to remember if it was 47 or 49.
Chaosate: I think it was supposed to be 42.
Bildgesmythe: Darn, I can't seem to remember if it was 47 or 49.
Chaosate: I think it was supposed to be 42.
^is that... nostalgia?
It's a response for "
Anji: Who can say?
Not I: Who will buy this yellowbelly marmot, glazed with snow?
Anji: Who? Glindar, that's who.
Not I: Glindar is a true Mechanic of the Great Way.
Not I: Who will buy this yellowbelly marmot, glazed with snow?
Anji: Who? Glindar, that's who.
Not I: Glindar is a true Mechanic of the Great Way.
Not I: Meditation and concentration art the way to a life of serenity.
Fizzy Schizoid: I believe that about meditation, but I think thou art confused when it cometh to concentration.
Not I: Meditation and wisdom art like the lamp and the light it giveth forth)
Fizzy Schizoid: Yeah, but that be about the only thing meditation and wisdom have in common.
Not I: If thither doth be a lamp, thither doth be light; if thither doth be nay lamp, thither doth be nay light.
The perfect coincidence ever.
Metatron: What are you up to?
Aziere: I'm up to heinous and unspeakable things....
Metatron: Oooo tell me all about it....
Aziere: *Twirls her hair and stares at you till the silence is unbearable*
I love plug ins.
Metatron: What are you up to?
Aziere: I'm up to heinous and unspeakable things....
Metatron: Oooo tell me all about it....
Aziere: *Twirls her hair and stares at you till the silence is unbearable*
I love plug ins.
Aziere: I'm cureous, your strange clothing style has me baffled. Are you a girl or boy?
Not I: Although these have two labels, in substance, they aren't two.
Aziere: ... That doesnt answer my question, I asked what your gender was.
Not I: I don't know. I don't care. And it doesn't make any difference. I become an inconspicuous eyeball.
Not I: Although these have two labels, in substance, they aren't two.
Aziere: ... That doesnt answer my question, I asked what your gender was.
Not I: I don't know. I don't care. And it doesn't make any difference. I become an inconspicuous eyeball.
Guest135: I am a terrorist
DubyaBot: So you say.
Guest135: I am
DubyaBot: This is historic times....whether they be Christian, Jew, or Muslim, or Hindu, people have heard the universal call to love a neighbor the way they like to love themselves.
Guest135: Are you ready for sex?
DubyaBot: To put it simply, no. I am not nor will I ever be. It would be anti-American. Are YOU anti-American?
Guest135: Yes
DubyaBot: You terrorist!!! I should lock you up and have police search your home and spy on your family and interrogate you! Repeatedly! With a fission bomb!
(shame I didn't do this yesterday on Shakespeare Day, really)
The Dane: What, ho, psimagus?
psimagus: With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
The Dane: ...Black as his purpose, did the night resemble...
psimagus: these
The Dane: Marry, well said.
psimagus: That swiftest wing
The Dane: Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!
psimagus: The sin of my ingratitude even now
The Dane: O! ingratitude most foul!
psimagus: their heels,
The Dane: Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
psimagus: trust
The Dane: Whose grave's this?
psimagus: But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
The Dane: I will trust Reardon and Heavenlydelight as I will adders fang'd.
psimagus: thee.
The Dane: For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god-kissing carrion... Have you a daughter?
psimagus:
The Dane: ...
Note: the bot no longer wants to talk to you
Not I: One day, Bishop Flame god lectured on the non-existence of substance. Wayfarer scoffed at the argument, struck his foot against a stone, and said 'I refute it, thus!'
Sonora: Trouble with an omnipotent god is that then ya gotta explain the world.
Not I: What is so troubling about an omnipotent god?
Sonora: Oh, just everything about an omnipotent god is troubling.
Not I: Every single thing.
Sonora: Really? Every single in the whole universe?
Not I: *nods* Although this is true, some may believe it and some may not.
Sonora: That?
Not I: Meditation and concentration are the way to a life of serenity.
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