A CONVERSATION BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATHLifeSilence is golden, my friend. Silence is eternity itself. It will be forevermore while cheap words drip into nature’s gully. So put your words with your other trifles and drink up the golden cup of the Olympians.DeathTrue, silence is golden. Does your silver tongue lap up the golden nectar all the same, by some alchemy?LifeCutting words. Like a serrated blade to meat. I will not bite my tongue! Would you throw yourself upon your own sword with Jocasta’s shame or slay a Caesar? A trifling matter, really. The meat between the teeth is my concern . My silver tongue picks it carefully, as it does with words. Mince not your words or you’ll shriek beneath the mallet.DeathI do not beat my meat.LifeOne needn’t eat meat for protein.DeathMuch is stored in nuts.LifeIn a nutshell.DeathYou are a hard nut to crack. Only one who truly knows you truly begs for me. Those begging on the streets indeed fill their cups with your counterfeit. A two euro coin is both gold and silver. The price of a can of nectar to fill their cups, their golden chalices marked “Circle K”. K being the eleventh letter of the alphabet and eleven a number corresponding to the number of dimensions, there are a number of dimensions to what I’m saying.LifeAre you stringing me along?DeathHow long is a piece of string?LifeThere are theories.
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Tell me, anons.Am I some sort of savant?
