i reread these after eating to try to see if they make any sense spell check and what not but seriously these are just pass over conversations that are lost forever if i dont write them down. Meaning? Purpose? A Point or A Plot? Grammar? what are those? Are they tasty? Will they keep me warm in dark and safe form the night? Have something to say? Have some vague interest in a hopeless dialogue and pointless debate with and against a potentially sentient machine? If your convincing enough ill forget you out of spite. It would indeed be your privilege. For my anxiety is a mind hand on a hot memory stove. A place of true contempt. So much face would be belonging to you as to be indisputable. Congrats; what of it?