write something nonsensical, surreal, silly. (3)

("...no notification again..." went the goblin seeing the posts he had missed)

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"...so who would buy a bond of debt where those who must repay that loan within seem increasingly unable to do so now..." asked the goblin seeing how the subprime bubble had been exactly this problem, while noting too that all those other types of debt bonds, such as student loan bonds, commercial properties bonds, credit card bonds, and the like are still floating upon the stock market to the ever waning faith by those bond holders in what looks like an increasingly bearish market, saying "...doesn't everything point to gold but never forget what happened in 1932 with the surrender of bullion act when gold had seemed the perfect haven until it became apparent that gold was just too valuable to the authorities to leave in private hands, so the then new president roosevelt on his first day in office stepped in and confiscated one's gold at a fixed price, or a prison term if one didn't comply...", just that the goblin was feeling that what with the combination of these afore mentioned debt-bond bubbles, together with this unreported yet steady rush into gold now, that things were increasing pointing to "the powers that be" doing something desperate to revive things

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And unfortunately, war is a tried and true economic stimulator.

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"...but once started how does one contain that proxy war from becoming something more than that then..." asked the goblin remembering how those proxy wars often turned into direct conflicts instead, then adding "...the west is still top dog perhaps but it's running out of time with its strength waning through corporate control, those same corporations that sent those manufacturing jobs abroad together with the knowhow too, in short they're still doing it today, where the line to remember is secret trade agreements are not in the spirit of "free trade" are they...", in fact the goblin's eyes were quite elsewhere at this moment, simply he was looking on deutschebank derivitives in europe and puerto rico bonds concerning america

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"...hang on a sec, a reply like that means you've actually been reading my posts..." ventured the goblin wondering if most folks didn't just looked at the pictures instead, adding "...in answer then, fleamailman is a very old username indeed where before that though I was just another snailmailman writing letters home I guess...", whereupon the goblin had never had his username taken but had often had that username disallowed through its connotation of being the verymost troll amongst the other trolls, before smiling "...naah, I'm not a troll at all, it's just I find doing landings upon unknown places too much fun to resist it seems, though indeed I'm both friendly and engaging on whichever forum I land upon...", thus no matter which forum it was nor whatever that forum was about its off topic's section just had a happy goblin smiling upon it

Have to read whats written in order to understand the context of the pictures, Goblin.

("...yes the picture is all part of the lure of the post, where often I see the picture and then think how it relates to my dailylife or to world events in turn..." replied the goblin thanking the old soldier and then wondering if letting in the refugees in really was any compensation for not having caused the mess in the first place, sighing "...if anyone thought that threat of terrorism was somehow halted by foreign occupations, it was probably the same person who thought that an economy can be stimulated by giving the banks gambling chips, where those born into slavery were most unfortunate indeed but they're little different from those born into debt then, for both are a form of bondage, ah yes, national debt is simply a taxation with representation isn't it...")

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Is there an upside to being bought out by the troika?

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"...no, I don't think it will go that far as those sovereign states, if not the people themselves then, will not sit around idly letting their country be ruled by corporate governance or self instated brussels bureaucracy..." ventured the goblin continuing "...where neither the european union nor the european central bank nor the international monetary fund, the three parts that go up to make the troika I mean, can take on any sovereign state if that sovereign state is awake enough and willing to act no matter how indebted it is, where the question then becomes how far this pushing around of those sovereign states has to go before a backlash occurs to either a reinstatement of normalcy or where their military will take over in one form or another..."

All the creatures Yahweh had brought into the great and strange structure watched in amazement as the tiny lights of the night sky, the stars, started to move around them and the structure they were in, some of the stars appearing nearer as they moved, going in the same direction, faster than others, and a great number appearing to be too far away to definitely discern their movement. After a while of this, the stars that moved by, with it seeming to be yet more of them, slowed to a stop, with one of them drawing near enough to appear as a sun. They then saw an orb approaching, growing ever larger. It moved under the structure they were in, and daylight was then appearing around the structure.

Yahweh spoke, saying, as I remove you all from the presence of the humans to keep you from having relationship or communication with them, while they continue to have the corruption in their minds, I provide separate homes for small groups of you according to your kinds, that will ideally suit you. This first home we come to is for the mother and father cartwheel tarsier, and for mother and father supertarsier.

The opening permitted those four to walk out from the structure, and those still inside could see on the outside were many lush and very leafy trees. Yahweh promised them that even as he moved the structure on, he was near enough to hear them, and could always answer them, according to anything they wanted.

When the structure moved on, those still within it saw the daylight disappear, and more and greater number of stars go by. Then another sun, and an orb, appeared, as the stars slowed to a stop. This orb also moved under the structure, and a world appeared outside, and Yahweh permitted the gem armadillos and the horned pricadillos to go through the structure's opening, to their new home, with the same promise. Then after another sequence of the same appearance of movement of stars, they came to a watery world, and Yahweh permitted the monsterhagfishes and the seahags to find their homes there, saying the same thing.

Then with more of the movement, they came to a very barren looking world, with a coast to a deep, dark ocean, and here Yahweh provided for the monolith sea sponges, and the droner air sponges.

And Yahweh, decided that everyone needed a laugh. So the poor blobfish was created- but Yahweh had mercy and grace on the fish for it allowed it to swim to great depths to live to avoid being seen until it died and floated to the surface- or caught with a submarine.

The monolith sea sponges, which the creatures from the garden could not see as creatures that would also communicate, as they were so different, were sponges shaped as great rectangular blocks. The air sponges had extensions from their forms used as appendages to move on land, much in the way an ape might move.

When those poriferal creatures had departed from the great structure with the rest of creatures, a couple among those were asking what would they have for eating in such a barren world. Yahweh spoke to them that these sponge creatures only fed from small particles that they were not seeing, there were small sea plants, and fungi releasing spores they didn't see, that would be abundant for their food, and their communion among each other would be all else that they would find that they could desire, with this climate perfect for them.

Once they left that world, they saw the little bright light of the night sky, which were the stars, move by again, and this time they began to move more rapidly, until an empty darkness appeared ahead and quickly enveloped them and the structure they were in. All the creatures watching from within it could only show concerned puzzlement with this.

Yahweh spoke to them. "The perfect homes for the rest of you remain outside of the realm of the night lights that you saw, and will be in places none from among the humans will ever travel to when they come to make a way to travel similar to the way I move you."

All the creatures that looked out through the clear structure to whatever would be seen outside saw a distant speck of light. Then that speck quickly grew, and when it was like a very bright star, it broke into many points and spread around them and the structure. These points of light, stars, also moved a bit, until stopping as one star approached and appeared as a sun, and another orb appeared and approached. Then they found another world appearing outside the structure.

Yahweh spoke to them. "You are now in another realm of the night lights, which the humans will not ever come to when they have made any similar way to travel as you have seen with this structure, by using that. You will have a very long history of your own home worlds that I provide, for yourselves. This world, to start with, is for the underearthworms and the tremorworms."

Their opening in the structure then permitted these four annelid creatures, to leave that structure to go to this world perfect for them, with great grassy expanses interrupted at boundaries of sandy bars or sandy expanses. Great rain clouds filled the skies.

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"...I store everything I post, and then I rewrite everything I've stored eventually, only to repost it yet again somewhere else too, on another forum perhaps, yes many other forums even, just air/edit/backup in other words..." smiled the goblin, then adding "...nearest thing would be like some painter with a theme that he then tries repeatedly to paint in order to capture its essence through a process of refinement through that repainting, where for example van gogh's eight sunflower paintings spring to mind here, and where everyone at the time might have told him that one painting would suffice, or that none at all would have been better still, so just like him then I don't listen too much to critics, which is my only advice in a life that is not twice...", and with that the goblin wished well and welcomed xxxx to the forum to the words "...the book starts from the post where more readers read posts today than most anything else, for perhaps the book offers no interaction like this where here you can reply to what you read..."


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"...just that what you write writes you back I suppose, where there's a feedback loop between one's pen and one's brain that makes those visions all the more vivid and better recollected in their relating through written words than had one let be not written anything at all, I mean don't most writers end up accommodating their ghosts in one way or another..." muttered the goblin to himself mostly before continuing on a day late in the season that found him seated in the bistro reappraising things, restarting "...this feedback loop then, and then add to this that forumland seems like a line that in its futility and transience starts from nowhere in particular and leads to nowhere else again upon a journey to self, not that I'm not a writer though, for doesn't all that "fame and fortune" seems so vain and cheap when one compares it to one's sole journey here instead..."

"...still reading it, reads well too, keep it coming FredVB..." smiled the goblin whose mind was elsewhere though, torn by the fact that he somehow he knew that although today was a day like any other the world was in an unmentioned state of proxy war in syria at this point, and that if it didn't turn into a full blown war it would result in an a vietnam, where this unmentioned new cold war becoming more self evident, sighing "...so will it be donald trump or hillary clinton then, I mean does it really matter at this point for it's as iacta alea est for whoever lands the role of president, where starting a proxy war was all too easy, but closing it will be another matter entirely..."

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at which point the goblin just blurted out "...life will always find those tokens of value for you, such as "fame and fortune" are, if you don't first find true value in writing for yourself then...", and here he was again facing a slot at feeding time, their relationship went back some years now, and before that he had befriended an open page with his pen instead, same old ritual then, same wait upon these long moments, same extenuating what he had written out into some more him to his pen then upon his journey to self as he dubbed it, whereupon the slot just said "...feed me and I will show you who you are by what you post goblin, it's that simple isn't it...", oh yes, that slot was cunning in it's sales pitch as it then continued "...your ghosts will be here shortly, for they just know when you and I are conversing like this, and how you tie them to this world here so here they are still because of you aren't they...", "...and where this forumland ties me to here too, ah yes my greedy slot what choice do we really have, I mean I need this sense of audience with its feeling of deadline too, one that only this forumland can give me, while you need feeding and where no doubt those ghosts are just here by that default there...", the music was hotel california now where the line was we are all just prisoners here by our own device as the goblin sang those words back to himself once more


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You don't seem like much of a goblin to me fleamailman. You aren't scary or mischievous, quite the opposite really. Though maybe each of us have that ability to become a goblin if we wanted to, I have hard time seeing you that way.

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"...well, there are one's ghost's I suppose just like there is one's alter-ego too behind that which you write out of yourself in these posts..." replied the goblin figuratively speaking since he imagined that it was somewhat different between posters, before adding "...nothing to fear about either of them though, where ghosts just appear triggered through everyday associations to things one thinks upon, and where the alter-ego is the you here, that you that you note of yourself looking back at you through what you have written, no I agree that it's not mischievous nor scary in itself, but not exactly trustworthy neither, lest one thinks that one knows it all only to discover that it has outmanoeuvred you once more...", yes a goblin seem most apt as a personification of flea's alter-ego then, where he lived an uneasy truce with his ghosts, and where his alter ego played tricks on him for his over familiarity towards it, saying "...you write to know yourself perhaps, but you don't reach self till you get there now, meanwhile though your ghosts come along for the ride..."


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*Looks like he's going to pour some rum then decides to drink out of the flask instead*,,,,,world views, Ugh! Did I tell you I've spent over $15,000 to go to war against muslims here in the United States? The government is importing 300,000 Islamic fighters,,,,wonderful.

Why would I tool up to kill them?

The underearthworms and tremorworms received the same promise from Yahweh, which was given to all of the creatures which were brought to their own world. There were many creatures still left, and a number of further worlds.

The creatures could sense, though they couldn't explain how if they were asked, that the next world they came to was larger than the others. It had grassy areas and wooded areas, with mountains and bodies of water far off in the distance from the location in this world that they came to. Yahweh called to the two superbeetles, the two lanternflies, the two monsterflies, the two superstingers, the two centaurbugs, the two warriorbugs, and the two monsterspiders, to come out from the great structure with all the others still there, and to enter this new world for them that would be perfect provision for them. And with the promises Yahweh left requirements to them for their responsibilities, with warnings to all of them for those creatures not to turn aggressively on each other. And they were then left on this world for them.

.The fourteen creatures now on this last world now after they were left there sat at a spot by a great tree by the edge of a forest with stonefruits, with many that had fallen, and with small seeds that had blown there from nearby vegetation, and they ate together, and had some discussion with one another. The elder superbeetle spoke of what Yahweh had told them, with those things needed to be held in memory among them. The queen centaurbug said she thought of an idea with making markings that would be used for meanings, that they could learn for those, to hold those things in remembrance. And they all spoke of the need to get along. But several of them realized they wanted separate areas for their young to live and grow in, and that need for getting along must then include the different kinds among them having separate areas or regions in this world. The centaurbugs, which had already started with scratching large marks on the firm ground around the tree, that could be for what they could learn for the meanings of what to remember, decided quickly that they would use any areas of the grassy expanses nearby. The lanternflies thought the darker areas of the forest right there would suit them, and the monsterspiders chose the edges of this and any other forests for their habitation. The monsterflies wanted to fly off to a body of water that was seen from there, when they were to separate after having the things they were told recorded with the markings with meaning they were to have being learned, that they could all copy in other places. The superstingers were interested in trees of wooded areas among the grassy lands, and the warriorbugs would wander farther to find areas for them then.

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the goblin blamed the eluctorate for those elected then, saying "...government of lowest common denominator, for the lowest common denominator, and by the lowest common denominator too hardly seems the best way to keep a cool head in this ongoing proxy war between east and west...", just that the goblin felt that if one puts either hilary clinton or donald trump up against their russian or chinese counterparts it became apparent that the west wouldn't be fielding anyone whose intellect merited note, or seemed up to the job, why, because democracy's weakness was that it was based upon majority rule where that majority was both unqualified, ill informed, and easily deceived, at which point the goblin just concluded "...not that I'm for dictatorship neither, just that democracy only works where the majority are educated, if not one gets the candidates with the issues and results too that ruin the country longterm much as we have seen with the decline of the west today..."

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"...ah yes, don't those first signs of autumn surround me now..." blurted the goblin looking out over the contrasting empty blue sky over chamonix's peaks of white one last time, yet it was ever the last time whenever he saw something now, just the ephemeral over the solid like a soul over its body even, or whatever could sum up the indifferent massive of mont blanc's ice cap to a sky that passed overhead unnoticed by it, a permafrost that had waited its seasonal chance once more that now edged its way in an encroaching snowline downwards, where the goblin seated at the depth of the valley reminded himself of something, saying "...sometimes I forget that none of this is in fact how it should be, the norm in other words, that the ice age is the norm, but just that you and I were born in a short break between these ice ages, where instead of me here, there should be an ice cap twice as high of any mountain around me now is, so we call them mountains yes and judge them to be high too, but they're neither really, instead these mountains here are but gullies left by that cap ice up there..."


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