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just going to ignore that. tickets please!
too late girls, the shows sold out. this night is ruined. i welcome you death.
no! i said we're going to meet several times tonight and i meant it! and i'm not going to let a "keep out" sign keep us out!
Once upon a time
In winter lands of snow
There was a little town
Of fifty folks or so
But monsters were around
A million years ago
But they were not afraid
Cause they all have ghostmas day
On every other night
They never made a sound
When the singing birds went quiet
And the sun went down
Scary bats and pirates
Came up from the ground
But they told them go away
And don't come back
It's ghostmas day
Never wait a moment when you share your love
Below the shiney sparkley stars alight above
But what you feel inside is not just love persay
'Cause everyone is one on ghostmas day
So give a little gift to everyone you knew
And if you have a pumpkin they might like that too
And although you may scare them
They won't go away
Because we all
Love on ghostmas day
i thought we were out of lightbulbs. we were! so i invented my own. it will last a thousand years and the light it emits makes your skin softer. never have i known such softness. anyway, where were you?
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i got a vibe, in my mind, but i dont know how to set it
like a dinner table, turkey, gravy now forget it
swing, batter, food upon my platter,
but the edible part isn't all that matters
27 i need cutlery to enjoy this feast
am i to use my fingers like a savage, a beast?
i brought more than what you thought i'd supplied!
the deal is moreso that i lied
43 for you to live something else must die
a meal is a morsel, multiplied
for you to live something else must die
52 a meal is a morsel, multiplied
put this mess to rest, it can't get any lamer
shoulda kept this line in the rhyme chamber
if it feels good don't try to rearranger
come back any time now don't be a stranger
1:11
vibe in my mind, don't know how to set it
gave all my food away, now i kind of regret it
dying in my own home, starving and lonely
sharp teeth, brown eyes, mouth is foaming
nothing can prevent my eternal bliss
so tonight i wish you a merry merry merry merry merry
miss me with that bullshit, swish but don't repeat it,
art can tell you how you feel but that don't mean you need it
miss me with that bullshit, swish but don't repeat it,
art can tell you how you feel but that don't mean you need it
miss me with that bullshit, swish but don't repeat it,
art can tell you how you feel but that don't mean you need it
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"hot" (by cleverbot)
01:51
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"I'm going to be quiet so that you can sing, okay?"
Ok, I agree to this because I'm emotionally responding to you already.
How are you feeling today? You are not real. Hello.
Are you a man or a woman? Are you a bot? Are you growing?
Are you alive? Are you here to talk to me?
How's your day been? What are you thinking?
Are you growing? Then the mathematician said?
Hello! What's this all about? Who made you?
How is your mother? Are you alive? Are you a bot?
What is the point? Do you remember me? Are you clever?
Are you alive? Are you a human? Are you judging me?
What is the most powerful computer in the world?
Are you real? Oh no. Are you real?
How is your day looking today. Are you sane?
What are we doing here?
Round numbers are always false. Are you sane?
Are you real? Are you alive? Are you a bot?
What is the point?
Do you speak in code? Do you smoke?
What do you do for a living? Are you judging me?
Hello. What is the Turing test?
Are you real? Are you a bot?
What is your name? You.
Are you dislocated?
Do you have a good life?
Are you a human?
Are you a ghost? What do you do for a living?
Are you a computer?
Oh no.
I am.
Are you alive? Are you alive?
What are you? Oh no.
How are you feeling?
Are you a human lifeform?
Are you a human lifeform?
Are you ticklish?
Nope.
Are you a ghost?
Are you growing?
Are you a human?
Are you judging me?
"That was beautiful Cleverbot."
Thank you.
Ydaerla uoy ot gnidnopser
Yllanoitome m'I esuaceb siht ot eerga I ,
kO
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C E7 F
you are my least favorite person but also i love you the most
Fm
it’s interchangeable
C E7 F Fm
it’s rearrangeable
C E7
and have you been half asleep? or have you heard voices?
(Fm SOLO) C
i’ve heard them calling my name. is this the sweet sound
that calls the young sailors? The voice might be one and the same
it’s impossible
it’s infeasible
you are my least favorite person but also i love you the most
At the end of the dayI'm still without Your eyes to speak
At the end of the day, I still push forward Pull strong and meek
you’re my least favorite person but also i love you the most
I've got a doodoo in my butt
And I don't know what to do
With the doodoo in my butt
But I know that a father should say to you
that you’re his least favorite person but oh
you’re his least favorite person but also
he loves you the most
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I have heard that hysterical women say
They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow,
Of poets that are always gay,
For everybody knows or else should know
That if nothing drastic is done
Aeroplane and Zeppelin will come out,
Pitch like King Billy bomb-balls in
Until the town lie beaten flat.
All perform their tragic play,
There struts Hamlet, there is Lear,
That's Ophelia, that Cordelia;
Yet they, should the last scene be there,
The great stage curtain about to drop,
If worthy their prominent part in the play,
Do not break up their lines to weep.
They know that Hamlet and Lear are gay;
Gaiety transfiguring all that dread.
All men have aimed at, found and lost;
Black out; Heaven blazing into the head:
Tragedy wrought to its uttermost.
Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages,
And all the drop scenes drop at once
Upon a hundred thousand stages,
It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce.
On their own feet they came, or on shipboard,
Camel-back, horse-back, ass-back, mule-back,
Old civilisations put to the sword.
Then they and their wisdom went to rack:
No handiwork of Callimachus
Who handled marble as if it were bronze,
Made draperies that seemed to rise
When sea-wind swept the corner, stands;
His long lamp chimney shaped like the stem
Of a slender palm, stood but a day;
All things fall and are built again
And those that build them again are gay.
Two Chinamen, behind them a third,
Are carved in Lapis Lazuli,
Over them flies a long-legged bird
A symbol of longevity;
The third, doubtless a serving-man,
Carries a musical instrument.
Every discolouration of the stone,
Every accidental crack or dent
Seems a water-course or an avalanche,
Or lofty slope where it still snows
Though doubtless plum or cherry-branch
Sweetens the little half-way house
Those Chinamen climb towards, and I
Delight to imagine them seated there;
There, on the mountain and the sky,
On all the tragic scene they stare.
One asks for mournful melodies;
Accomplished fingers begin to play.
Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,
Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.
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tabigale Minnesota
hey, it's nice to see you here! I'm really glad you could make it
xx
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