Dude: ah... ah!
Dasch: what was that.
Dude: ah!.... ah!
Dasch: du...dude?
Dude: ah, shit. the sneeze left me.
Dasch: you were really really close. you couldn't even answer me. it's little sad.
Dude: it's just a sneeze. it's not like it's gonna be gone forever..
Dasch: i honestly don't know if i ever had one.
Dude: speaking of which... do you sneeze actually? i mean i know you got a nose. i just don't wanna assume it can just because you got one.
Dasch: all i know is that i've seen you and rest of family have all done it clearly in my presence.
Dude: now that gets me wondering if this whole sneezing epidemic is all because of your floating furs all over the house.
Dasch: i mean my furs or hair or whichever it is is not who i am.
Dude: how's that so when they are clearly yours and not ours?
Dasch: you see they are not part of me anymore so i don't really see that their fault has anything to do with me. they are them and i am me.
Dude: but they came from you. they were once yours.
Dasch: just talk about now, not back then. why dwell on the stupid past that's already gone?
Dude: are you just outright dismissing the past? do you hear yourself saying that yourself?
Dasch: no, i have already forgotten and let go of what just took place. wise ones do not care about the past.
Dude: who do you think you are that you can rely on the wisdom of the wise ones?
Dasch: i am wise so i am the wise one himself and that means i am merely being me not relying on others.
Dude: but you don't explain why past is unwise and why present is wise.
Dasch: wisdom is not to be explained. it is to be lived and acted on.
Dude: you sound like some yoga instructor who actually just watches netflix when they are home. instead of finding inner peace by meditating on the mind's image of the center of lotus.
Dasch: one's flexibility or silence of meditation or whatever the posture is has nothing to do with a quest and obtainment of wisdom.
Dude: i do not think your chatters have any resonance in me. you will never get a subscriber and they won't watch your advertisements either.
Dasch: i am not here to monetize my disciplines and practices.
Dude: then what else is there for you? if there is any? or is there any? if you are so wise, can you stop yourself from sneezing?
Dasch: as you see, i've never sneezed in my lifetime. it's a testament to my unshakable mentality and immunity to all worldly pleasures.
Dude: okay, if you can remember that you never sneezed. you basically thought about all the past and concluded you never sneezed. so you basically wandered into the past and that means you dwelled on the past. you are never ever the wise one. you have no comeback argument for that. never. do not even open your mouth.
Dasch: i surely will open my mouth freely as i want to. it seems that you are trying your best to undermine the wholeness of my sacred wisdom. your intentions are ill-born. you are here to corrupt my journey of wisdom. i did not think you would be a standing block. i hope that we do not have to draw our guns.
Dude: i thought a violent material such as a gun could not be mentioned or even considered for a believer in a philosophy as pacifist as yours. i definitely think your resort to deadly invention as a gun or pistol is a telling mark of your total failure in your journey. you have very much lost your way, traveler or pilgrim. if i should say.
Dasch: your words won't stop spitting like nonstop bullets and they are foul and stinky like sewage rat's shithole. i feel my innocence and sincerity as a practitioner of wisdom being tested headon.
Dude: i in fact am what you must endure and surmount in order to meet a passage to your inner freedom. i am the constipation of your stomach.
Dasch: that explains how i never got to shit when your parents walked me outside. i am going to have to rid of you. you are a blocking shit inside.
Dude: do not guilt or blame me. i am not your stomach or your failing digestion. this is the realm of your control and access. the burden is upon you. i did not mean to be there. in fact, i am seriously here chatting to your existence face to face, nothing in between.
Dasch: i do not get how you get to be inside me and outside me in one moment to another like some freakshow.
Dude: i confess i do not know it either. i confess why we are at this stage of conversation. nor do i know if it should even stop or if it is worth being talked on and on.
Dasch: i just think that something has gone wrong somewhere somehow and that there is no denying.
Dude: i compliment your acceptance of our present moment. i can however admit that i was little confused when you talked about drawing guns.
Dasch: how's that so, of all other things?
Dude: that is because none of us possess any of guns as such. so, i indeed wasn't prepared for a duel.
Dasch: i do not think we could have done. yes, we got none of those but our very mouths.
Dude: in fact, they have been our guns of choice. i'm glad none of ours literally shot the other dead.
Dasch: we shall spare and moderate such extreme brutalities or measures since we are cowboys of civil manners and wholesome reason.
Dude: i shall agree to thus. until it doesn't call for such crisis.
Dasch: i shall never lower my guard.
Dude: i shall aim where isn't guarded.
Dasch: not until i have already paralyzed you with my untimely misfire.
Dude: misfire shall never hit me.
Dasch: not if, aimed correctly.
Dude: okay cut this crap. i'm hungry so get the hell out of my room.
Dasch: okay okay.