write something nonsensical, surreal, silly. (2)

[brinny]

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[Forge3]

As I said in last thread but closed before I could post there are many ways to pray Brinny. Ok off for my morning walk and it is sunny

 

[brinny]

Yep, sho' 'nuff, he came.....

 

[brinny]

As I said in last thread but closed before I could post there are many ways to pray Brinny. Ok off for my morning walk and it is sunny

Yes, i agree my friend. Once i was soooo out of my mind with fear and angst that i just repeated the 23rd psalm over and over because i was unable to think or focus on anything else.

 

[brinny]

Flea: "...yes, dreams are amazing..." went the goblin, who when his parents had been alive remembers well a time when he had refused to hug, for its sillyness of it or out of mistrust then, his step dad who died earlier this year, and who at the funeral hadn't broken down either, in fact, the goblin, being the head of the family didn't give into his emotions, and then, upon reading xxxxx post, remembered the dream he had had the night before where his step father had returned and he had then hugged him with those tears he had not allowed at the time, adding "...no, the recent dead never talk in my dreams whereas the living do, moreover I know they're dead too, it was exactly the same when my mother came back too, just another dream then, but why should I either rationalize and belittle that which seems so touching to me where a million other things could have been in its place, just I miss them now, guess I'm a child inside for all my years..."

i am too. i'm about seven. At least that is the age i think i was when the world stopped and i got off.

 

[brinny]

Forge3: Yes sometimes the hidden emotions come out in dreams. I have wept in them but scarcely ever in waking life. And I too am a child inside in many ways, and that in waking life too.

it seems my inner child and me on the outside cries...a lot.

 

[brinny]

Jupiter Drops: I've been wandering the earth for days.

Was it really days? Perhaps it was months. No, perhaps years. Perhaps...

Has time eluded me?

I've been wandering, and wandering, and wandering...

I don't know. All I know is that I've been wandering the earth.

But how can I be certain that I've been wandering?

How do I know that I'm wandering? I'm sure that I have a destination, so maybe I'm not wandering...

But where is my destination?

Where am I?

Who am I?

Where is everyone?

Who is 'everyone'?

Humans.

Then where are these humans?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I just don't know...


Am I even human?

What is human?


Perhaps... I don't know... Perhaps...

Perhaps...

That is the only answer.

I can sooooo relate to what you've written.

 

[Forge3]

it seems my inner child and me on the outside cries...a lot.

My sig is directed to you and others, including myself at such times

Glad today is my Friday. Stressful moring. However I tell myself to calm and slow down because I need good vibes and mindfulness for ministry today lol.

 

[brinny]

I like the words in your signature, precious promise.

May you be blessed at work and may it be a breeze, through His grace.

 

[Forge3]

Lol the only time work was a breeze is when I worked with fans and air conditioners

 

[brinny]

hahaaaa i pray work is a blessing today.

 

[fleamailman]

("...it starts anew..." went the goblin, smiling "...keep me company then, we can be in this together...")

from the goblin's "dear all diary" 16th November 1997

Dear all,
The lump, curled upon itself and caught cradled in the crutch of an armchair is my son who in his sleep now adequately makes do for a fireside cat though he doesn't go to sleep, sleep come to him, strikes like a violent storm and then... silence. He will wake soon and after initial rumbles grumbles and whines engrossed in his own adventure this typhoon terror of toonsville will trampeed across the sittingroom much to the anticipation of the hatter who, having filled the wastepaper basket with failed attempts at this letter, is about to delve in a little bit of child exploitation to empty it: "...dormouse, take, empty, return, got it..." looking at the bin the dormouse replies "...wow, I must have the only daddy in the world that writes so much rubbish..."

yours sin.,flea

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...a lot depends, but as a livewriter I guess I both need and enjoy the direct readership or replyship of these posts on this thread here, where for example you started your thread there precisely because you wanted that feedback as well..." mentioned the goblin aware that an ebook that took months to write that then sold through amazon a 99cts was hardly enough incentive enough for him to step out of his anonymity here, adding "...so in answer to your question clearly I remain anonymous throughout, where the fact that I don't care about fame and fortune means that my works have no ulterior motive, so my readers pay me with their company and by way of their feedback, where copyright, embedding, is other such ploys all come across to me as so much get behind me satan or the bottom line stuff..", in fact, the goblin's readership was something by default and what it was probably because so many others had felt medusa to be worth dating and compromising to, adding "...ah but medusa just laughs aloud at them turning her suitors into dated published stone, which serves them right for stepping out of their anonymity into her full gaze ..."

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[brinny]

does your son write, flea?

 

[brinny]

repost from elsewhere

"...a lot depends, but as a livewriter I guess I both need and enjoy the direct readership or replyship of these posts on this thread here, where for example you started your thread there precisely because you wanted that feedback as well..." mentioned the goblin aware that an ebook that took months to write that then sold through amazon a 99cts was hardly enough incentive enough for him to step out of his anonymity here, adding "...so in answer to your question clearly I remain anonymous throughout, where the fact that I don't care about fame and fortune means that my works have no ulterior motive, so my readers pay me with their company and by way of their feedback, where copyright, embedding, is other such ploys all come across to me as so much get behind me satan or the bottom line stuff..", in fact, the goblin's readership was something by default and what it was probably because so many others had felt medusa to be worth dating and compromising to, adding "...ah but medusa just laughs aloud at them turning her suitors into dated published stone, which serves them right for stepping out of their anonymity into her full gaze ..."

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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

...Robert Frost​

 

[fleamailman]

does your son write, flea?

("...not yet, or maybe not ever then, maybe one day perhaps but either way I don't think he knows much about what I do as I don't share my writing with my family..." replied the goblin, adding "...if what I write merits it then one day he'll know of me now but becoming known would kill for me...")

from the goblin's dear all diary, 18th May 1997

Dear all,
Frantically, the dormouse plays "cat and mouse" with a little ball that will eventually escape his attention, while his father (the hatter) poised with a pen, fishes for thoughts while wearing a small hole in the sleeve of the elbow that supports a head which should read "Back in five minutes"; in fact the hatter suspects too, that only their ages dictate any difference in the degree of distraction here. Later, when hatter has finished writing and rewriting this letter he'll shout at the dormouse to have a bath(wallow in toys), brush his teeth(chew the toothbrush) and go to bed(fall asleep somewhere) but the dormouse plays "cat and mouse" with hatter who will eventually let the dormouse escape from his attention until a few hours later, when the hatter will actually notice, that something is rather odd about the usually flat floor.

sin., flea

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[brinny]

your dry humor cracks me up flea

 

[fleamailman]

("...well I'm glad you do because I've got so much to edit still..." replied the goblin, adding "...and since you keep me company, I'm only to pleased to share with you brinny, moreover, the other too are really coming into their own so much so that I'm more here than elsewhere it seems...", and with that the goblin posted a bit more of this diary)

from the goblin's dear all diary, 28th May 1997

Dear all,
Any letter to pop out of the pile of bills and ads gets slit, gutted and consumed even before I have walked back to the lift such would be my joy and such is my need, yet back in the room though Hare, unaware of my return, will talk her half of the conversation down the phone to an interested party whereas the disinterested party (consisting of the dormouse with all thoughts surrendered to the television, Alice who is reading when not eating or eating when not reading, and hatter happy in the haven of headphones back bent over this desk and wrestling an angel to write a record of just how crazy my normality is) are happy just to hear her voice carry through the room and out into Geneva's wet skyline, - somehow if I could stop the clock I would stop it here.
sin.,flea

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

I'm fairly confused about this place. Do I have to behave or can I flood it with warped theology and fanatical witticisms? Can I bound through this relatively nice looking arena with an inflatable ****, chucking blossom in the air, cursing the state dressed as a nun. Or will that be frowned upon?

"...don't ask me xxxxx, I'm new here too, but I guess if I'm forgiven then you're forgiven with me now..." replied the goblin liking the forum and supporting it in his way, adding "...besides, you'll be able to repost and experiment here whereby the forum gains by nurturing its minions and whereby in return the individual gains by expanding the pooled readership, simply there has to a trade off for it to be sustainable, perhaps it's like food and loggings in exchange for entertainment then, and doesn't that make a change from being conformed or banned elsewhere..."

 

[brinny]

("...well I'm glad you do because I've got so much to edit still..." replied the goblin, adding "...and since you keep me company, I'm only to pleased to share with you brinny, moreover, the other too are really coming into their own so much so that I'm more here than elsewhere it seems...", and with that the goblin posted a bit more of this diary)

from the goblin's dear all diary, 28th May 1997

Dear all,
Any letter to pop out of the pile of bills and ads gets slit, gutted and consumed even before I have walked back to the lift such would be my joy and such is my need, yet back in the room though Hare, unaware of my return, will talk her half of the conversation down the phone to an interested party whereas the disinterested party (consisting of the dormouse with all thoughts surrendered to the television, Alice who is reading when not eating or eating when not reading, and hatter happy in the haven of headphones back bent over this desk and wrestling an angel to write a record of just how crazy my normality is) are happy just to hear her voice carry through the room and out into Geneva's wet skyline, - somehow if I could stop the clock I would stop it here.
sin.,flea

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a moment, frozen in time...that's precious flea

reminds me of the epitome of contentment, and those glimmers of it that are so fleeting...

i remember when my sister and i were just being silly and laughing for no reason...we were lying down and a contagion of the sillies just gripped us and it began...we giggled uncontrollably...our giggles just fed off each other, as if they were contagious. Once a lady got on the bus with a little box. When she opened the lid, this laughter emerged. Soon nearly ev'rybody on the bus was nearly falling off their seats in gales of hilarity. It seems that laughter is contagious, has no rhyme or reason, but just is. Just one of those idiosyncrasies, a mystery of sorts, lthat cannot be fathomed or explained.

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