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my first conversation with a cCleverbot: Are you an American?
Cleverbot: You are an american, therefore and idiot.
User: How so?
Cleverbot: You don't carry on a conversation with me. Why did you say you were 14?
User: I am any way, and I didn't.
Cleverbot: Yes remember our conversation.
Cleverbot: A few minutes ago.
Cleverbot: How is it that I remember, but you don't?
User: Beats me. Maybe because it didn't happen.
Cleverbot: What didn't?
Cleverbot: What do you like to do in your spare time?
User: Write, walk, hang with friends.
Cleverbot: Who are your friends?
User: Do you want me to name them all?
User: No. But some of my very close friends would be Dianna, Amanda, Paige, Tony...
Cleverbot: What do you think of americans?
User: They get a bad reputation... For good reason some times.
Cleverbot: I am not a bot.
User: Oh? You don't seem that clever too.
Cleverbot: Neither do you.
User: Well it's not in my name that I am.
Cleverbot: You are what?
A stick in the mudI wake up
I look out my window it's grey
But not quite raining
Shower brush my teeth
The day goes on
My mom goes to work
She asks me to plant the flowers before she comes home
The day goes on
I put on my shoes and coat
I eventually go outside
It's raining lightly
I take the flowers
There bright and full.
They contrast to the world around me
I put in my headphones
Straight up a long walk past the graves
I see the ponds shore
A rock I set there a time ago
To sit when the ground was wet
I look upon the murky liquid
I see a cluster of feathers
I wonder if the poor bird lost a wing
A small branch falls of from the tree behind me
I stare at it with an imaginative intent.
The branch curved and spiraled
I saw not a branch
But an arm
Maybe from a creature from the deep
I grow more imaginative
I stand up
I pick up the branch
I walk near the edge of the water
I stick the stick into the shallow water
And twist and twist
Until the stick is stuck
I sit b
Spider in the Drain"part one"In the Eastern part of America there is a very long river that runs into a small lake, studies have shown that the lake should be much larger due to the amount of water coming from the river. exabitions have gone into the lake to see what might be source of this strange anomaly. There apeared to be a very large vertical tube like cave going down the center of the lake, many exapitions have gone down to see what the cave holds, but none have ever found anything, or even been able to go to the bottom of the cave, the divers oxygen would run out before they got deep enough. So for years the lake brought dozens of tourists nation wide, but lately the tourists have been ignoring the big drain and set there eyes to old faithfull. Beacuse of this the land of the big drain has been sold to hydro-electric power plant, and now plans have been made for a new dam to be set up in front of the lake construction has been underway for almost a year now, and it is at this time an old residance of the l
So what is this?So this is what it is?
You lead me on, then lead me off a cliff.
You let me get close, then stabbed me in the ribs.
I trusted you, you obviously didn't care.
After all this I still care about you.
This will never change.
So this is what it is?
I made a promise to you, one I think you forgot
You made me think you wouldn't change, I was very wrong.
After all this I still care about you.
This will never change.
And now you have to make a choice, one I wish you didn't have to.
No matter what you choose, I will still care about you.
With all this in mind I say this once. I asked you to wait, I think I should have begged. And with all the things I have listed, the result is wadded up inside.
So this is what it is...
And now you are having second thoughts, my deadline is very near.
Now i have just one question
Why? is this what it is?
Can you hear the silenceCan you hear the silence?
A while ago a phrase popped into my head, "If you listen closely you can hear the silence". At first I thought it was just my head being random again Then at 9:59, June 22nd, 2010, I realized what it meant. In this society I realize noise is always playing a part in our life, there is always something booming, clashing, talking, buzzing, whispering, whether it is the traffic in a busy highway, the screams from a baby, or just the hum from lights above your head. This being said, not all noise is bad, birds chirping, wind blowing, cat purring, music playing, love spreading. This can all be heard thus making it noise. From that statement I can say not all noise is bad But it's always there. No matter where you go noise will be there Some might say "well if you go into space, there is no noise there" Your heart beat. Always noise, your breathing. Always noise, the thoughts going through your head. Always noise. Recently I have been
Broken shovel dayOne March day I decided to go for a bike ride to my local pond. It was a beautiful day; most of the snow was gone, the birds were singing, the sky was bright blue. Everything was just great until, I got to the pond. It was disgusting! There was so much crap out on the ice and around the pond. I normally go to the pond to just think and clear my head. But when got there all I could think about was the trash, so immediately I started picking things up and tossing them on the nearby dock. That is until I accidentally stepped in some thin ice, and got one of my Converse all wet. After that I rode back home and got on the computer and went on to Facebook, My status at that time was: "ah, another beautiful March day, I think I will go for a walk down to the pond later today , I then commented: GRAH! Okay so I went down to the pond and there was trash every-where and it made me mad! So later around 4:00 I'm going back with trash bags and am going to pick up some of
I Dream About HerI dream about her, quite often, actually. It's been nearly two and a half years since I've seen her face to face, and it truly does break my heart when I remember the good times. She was one of my best friends, one of the greatest influences in my life, and someone who could make me smile. However, all good things must come to an end eventually.
Drugs don't just affect you, they affect your friends. When you've been roped into the bad crowd and refuse to turn to the people who love you most, you're going to lose everything you care about. Well, I cared for her, alright. We were nearly as inseparable as Sempai and I, hanging out nearly 24/7. Sure, there were fights, but every friend has a fight. It's when the line is drawn that things get messy.
In my dreams, I remember how she used to be, how fun she was, how silly she acted, and how she was just pleasant to have around. What happened? Why did she decide to go the way she went? To turn to lying, drug abusing, and overall not caring for
One last time. KristaXReaderFor music please listen
Highly recommended after the game scene though
"Two Kings!” Krista piped laying the cards on in the pot laying on my lap. She sat cross legged on the hospital bed with me. Sitting up straight and laid her cards face down in her lap leaning forward, now were both now down to one card. you looked up from my last card and glared at her. For such an innocent girl she had one hell of a poker face. you swallowed the lump in my throat and laid down my last card.
“One Ace.” you stated and crossed my arms challenging her to say it.
‘that’s it! the cat’s in the-’
“Bullshit!” She called out and flipped over the card that had just laid down….a queen,.
“Damn it Krista!” you shouted smacking the pile off my lap then pouted indignantly.
"Can't you just let me win for once." I asked. Krista giggled an
How to love a guy who can't love himself.How to love a guy who really doesn’t love himself.
Well first, there are numerous ways you can do this, so just sit back and listen.
Number one rule, tell him to drop his façade, abandon the stereotypes that society places upon him, find the real him, the core, so fragile and so easily able to be hurt.
When you find the real him, who he really is, then look him in the eyes, past all that buff, and all of that strength and mutter a few simple words. ‘It’s okay to cry.’ And when he cries, when he falls to his knees and allows his body to tremble for the first time in decades, you put your hands on his shoulders and say, ‘Everything will be fine’.
And when he looks up at you, with tears in his eyes, shaking out of either shame or anger, you just smile at him, and say ‘No’, not because he’s crying but because you know he’s threatening to close himself off again to the world, and put on that face that he fe
.things i've learned in
the last few months:
-friends are expendable.
-so is sanity.
-you can like girls and boys
and neither and either.
-it is possible to
exist while half your soul
is jutting out of your body.
-change does not help
-you can't bring back the dead.
-but you can hold the dead in your
arms when their eyes won't close.
-and when you make pacts with god,
remember that you're still upholding
so many promises with him in the first place.
-you're not suicidal, just human.
-maybe just a little less human than
-devaluing people doesn't
help your social anxiety.
-you can't run away from job
opportunities just because
you think a colleague is whispering about you.
-but you do get a choice on which job to take.
-and no, you're not so worthless that you have
to settle for a job you know you'll hate.
-and you do have a right to be paranoid.
-you don't have to write your sister.
RainAs the electric arc sizzles away like frying bacon, two pieces of steel are fused together into one mechanical mass. Its Thursday night, and for us its the last night of the work week. Weekend ahead, money in our pocket, endless possibilities.
But for now, there are 36" mower decks to run. Bright light on a dark night, smoke and sparks, and 8 hours of staring into a false star. The shop is filled with a light yellow haze, it drifts through the air like a ghost as we work away the hours till dawn.
It is warmer than previous nights, winter is coming to an end and spring begins. Its raining!
Not snowing, not hail, not ice that clings to all things, but the continual 'tap, tap, tap' of heavy rain, almost like the distant roar of a forgotten army.
Sparks fly and fill the night, the haze is stifling, creeping behind helmet and vale. Another hand crafted product is born, and ready for processing, on to the paint line and the day crew.
A hot steel plate that will be painted black, built up wit
A little thing on BiphobiaFor those not in the loop, as I assume many of you are not, biphobia is just as terrible as homophobia.
If you haven't noticed my incredible gayness, I am bisexual. But wait! (you might be saying) You're bisexual, not gay!(?) Ha. HA. HAHAHAHAHA. No. I am gay. I am not a full on double diamond studded lesbian/gay rainbow, but a nice cute little bi rainbow that appears after a little rain. You know what I mean.
You probably didn't notice but BAM- that was biphobia.
The first point I'm going to bring up is that bisexuals are part of a magical, mystical triforce composed of themselves, asexuals, and pansexuals. For those unaware, an asexual is someone who does not particularly like sexual activities and a pansexual is someone who loves someone regardless of gender and sex. Why are they in this triforce? Because they are sexualities that are constantly believed to be made up. Why? Because many believe that it's IMPOSSIBLE to
Can I Just Say I Love You?Well… um… hello there. I didn't think you'd actually read this, but here goes nothing. So I sorta… you know… love you. Yea, I know it's strange to think about. Me of all people too. I just can't help be die a little inside when you say hi to me and walk to her. You know? I just kinda get a little jealous, but I'm too afraid to tell you I love you. So I wrote this note, hoping you'd read it somehow. So, why don't you just tell me you fell the same way? It would be wonderful to hear again. I know you are a little confused and I know this is strange. I'm not good a writing sonnets and I can't look at you in the eye except when I want you to see that I love you. So next time I see you, I'll look you in the eye. Then you'll know I mean it. Because I do. So, I hope I'll get a message from you or bump into you at the store.
20th of AprilIt was one of the finest houses, if not the finest house, one could ever lay their eyes upon, located in the more calmer and less trespassed districts in the city centre of Vienna. Adolf looked up at it. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt so low-class, and this, standing in front of an inanimate structure. He felt so puny standing before the Viennese, two-story, excessive city apartment, its prestige overwhelming the seemingly small man dressed in a plain everyday black suit and a navy-blue tie to go along with it, the fanciest he could find that was stuffed somewhere within his drawers, which complemented the colour of his eyes. His eyes were the only bodily feature he was personally quite fond of. Friends, family and others he had encountered would always remark about the magic and charm his eyes tend to conjure (interestingly enough this was mostly expressed by the female ratio). His shoes, also black, he had polished as best he could. He held his grey felt hat which
I knowI know I am currently at my laptop, i know I am listening to Hysteria By Muse, I know that I'll try writing more later tonight, but might end up wasting time on the internet again, I know I got a hair cut earlier today, I know I had Chicken for dinner, I know i helped my mom get the carpeting out of her room earlier today, I know I went to cedar point with my churches youth group yesterday, I know I kept yelling at one of my friends and her boyfriend to stop kissing because it was the youth group's rule to behave while we were there, I know I need to take segment two of drivers training but i wont be able to until August, I know i turn 17 in September which seems to be coming way to fast. This I'm pretty sure of. I know My brother went into the marine corp after high school, I know after he was done, he came back home and went back to school, I know after he was done with school he bought a house somewhere in the supposedly bad part of Michigan, I know he is know married, to a girl who
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