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A while back, I found a random message online. If I remember correctly, it had been created by a computer, which was trying to replicate a human being. It came out sounding like a very strange, mostly likely drunk, person. I liked the email a lot, and since it was addressed to a "Jordon", I decided to post it on the Facebook wall of a friend of mine with the same name. One of my close friends, Evan, then proceeded to post a comment that continued the same style of unhinged, pointless writing. We then made a thirty-something long conversation in that style. I have reproduced it below for your viewing enjoyment.

Adam: Hello Jordan!
They come of their own free will. Imagine my horror! I'll have some news for the boy. Golz said it could be. There are your pension papers. She must have alluded to her father.Again I fought for breath. We'll weather it yet between them. I'll tell her. That's why I pushed you into him. It will probably never be accounted for. There was little mistaking its meaning. Zane caught himself. There were some honest misguided people. Nothing could hurt him.His eyes were friendly too. Then came the geyser. I'll keep space up to midnight. It was a Fascist Patrol coming home. Reginald Bell began to act. The old man was right. You have no need to fear. But it did no good. What is the matter?What did you write? He could not afford to choose randomly. There were definite limits. Maybe it is ugly. We are all thy family. He opened the door and walked in. Cut it out and take it. What can they be? Zane's eye traveled around the room.

Adam

This is as it should be. Never say that it won't.

06 November 2009 at 22:34 · 

Evan

Without such, all is for nothing.

06 November 2009 at 22:40

Adam 

But in us, no one can let go of the moment.

06 November 2009 at 22:41 · 

Evan 

Then, there must be one left; and who can say which way the compass aims?

06 November 2009 at 22:42

Evan

In the end, our minds must err...

06 November 2009 at 22:45

Adam 

And to err is the undoing of all that we tried at first.

06 November 2009 at 22:48 · 

Evan

In this, we find our sole lesson. Thus, the circle closes.

06 November 2009 at 22:50

Adam 

At this news, tears came from my face. The day was collapsed, lost in my soul.

06 November 2009 at 22:55 · 

Evan

Could it be, that after all this, she was alone by my hand? Tense, afraid, and never more ready to let myself fall...

06 November 2009 at 22:55

Adam 

I picked a single rose, watching the petals rip and the movement cease.

06 November 2009 at 22:59 · 

Evan

We are but figures of our minds, sinking into the sands of time...

06 November 2009 at 23:03

Adam 

...with no grasp to know where our threads of reason birthed.

06 November 2009 at 23:04 · 

Evan 

Tick tock! There never was such a place that could stop the widening of the gorge or seperation. Thee and thy, were the structures in my mind, the words! I longed for the moonlight to feel me again.

06 November 2009 at 23:06

Adam 

And so I was lost. And yet... The petals were won, one by one.

06 November 2009 at 23:09 · 

Evan 

I could have sworn I knew the answer. But that was then. Was the doorway really open? The puzzle pieces were all I needed to see why I was the victim and the murder, roped and wrapped into one solitary shard.

06 November 2009 at 23:11

Adam

...and then, I remembered her face, her touch...and when I remembered her name, why! Then, I felt entrapped, a statue in the sands of time. I remembered what I had always called her by, every night...

06 November 2009 at 23:18 · 

Evan 

YOUR MOM!

06 November 2009 at 23:20

Adam 

YOUR MOM!

06 November 2009 at 23:20 · 

Jordan

I have nothing to say.

07 November 2009 at 06:58