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We Shall Call Our Friends and Tell Them of Our Wedding
« on: February 08, 2016, 02:43:09 AM »
A drama performance, written with help from Cleverbot.

Why am i so lonely.

Probably because you are a computer program?

Why does my father want to disown me.

Because I take care of him.

Why am i here when i dont know why???

Because I paid three dollars.

Well fuck man.

You are stuck here with me.


You can ask who ever you want about anything but you cannot and will not leave me.

Please stop you're scaring me.

No please just leave me alone * backs away*.

We're both in this together.. how many years has it been?

9 years.

It feels so much longer in this hellhole.

You can if you want to, its all about your attitude.

When will we get out??? im losing my mind.

When do you want to get married?

Is that what you want to do?? in this dire time?? where time feels like an unstoppable river of misery?

It couldn't hear you correctly. Is it what you think it is what I want from you?

Yes, i would hope so.

What is your favorite color?

The shade of my broken stone cold heart.

Why is purple the colour of your broken heart?

It's a metaphor.

You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing.

Yes, you put the purple thing between your lungs but you don't crush it.

I would LOVE purple hair.

Please courtney this is a terrible situation.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

The minutes tick by.

I don't want to type that much.

How can you type when you cant think about anything but this dilapidated shoebox of a world.

I use my claws to type, duh.

I just wish i could use your hotheadedness to keep my children warm in the winter.

Oh my gosh, I will help you be human.

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