write something nonsensical, surreal, silly. (3)

[fleamailman]

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Hell no! Not in the least wanting to know what I can write. I just waste my time posting crap on the internet when I can't sleep and am bored out off my skull, much like you do but you pretend it serves some higher purpose. You can pretend all you like, it's still a waste of time.

"...when you can no longer do those things of your youth now..." started the goblin, continuing, "...when your body incarcerates you in an old person's shell where money fame fortune all mean nothing too, when you look at the news and don't know your own opinion for have not written it out in detail, when you realize that you don't have a writer's way with words an illustrator's eye and a credible persona just because you thought it was all a pretense, then maybe then, just then, at that point you note that the external had been a pretense and that the internal had been a practice all along, something of far more depth than you seem to give it credit for here..."

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[fleamailman]

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oh, the usual stuff the goblin was just flicking through the "do it yourself brain surgery" book with a kitchen knife now, going "...so then, what does it read about getting this song out of my head..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GmY8KH03rM

 

[fleamailman]

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um, you're not a goblin. not sure how to make that clear. you're a person. yeah, Halloween is near- trix 'er fer kiddos. hiding behind a pseudo-persona cannot change a person into an imaginary entity.

"...ah now, if that is so then prove it to me now, for no, the persona is just a mask of the alter-ego that is behind it, nothing is actually here bar words upon your screen with a picture beneath it...repeated the goblin once more, continuing "...where actors who do not believe that they are their parts while acting are not going to become their parts now, moreover, since I can't prove anything about myself to you, just like you can't prove anything about yourself to me neither, maybe the truth is that we're not anything then, or anything then, yes but if I leave it blanc, which is the truth of it, then you humans hate that even more than if I choose something to represent myself by, and besides, maybe one only becomes a human because of those dictates of that dailylife there, where maybe too a livewriter stumbles upon that which represents their alter-ego within, I mean I told you before I'm not the only livewriter now but we know well our realm of fiction between us..."

 

[Trailltrader]

*Staggers into the room*,,,,,sorry I'm late. What have I missed? I've been up to my keester fighting for good new laws since the elections,,,,

 

[look4hope]

Love what? Confuse the milk in the fridge....was opened, dos amigos hugs and please just say it was there.

 

[brinny]

..i had done fergot 'bout dis thread.....

*thinkin' out loud very surreal-like, o' course...*

 

[brinny]

*Staggers into the room*,,,,,sorry I'm late. What have I missed? I've been up to my keester fighting for good new laws since the elections,,,,

care to elaborate?

 

[Trailltrader]

I live in Washington state, and I'm fighting banning guns the new law I-594.

 

[fleamailman]

("...and there was I thinking that you two had sniffed it..." smiled the goblin who didn't post alone then)

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the video reminds me of Abbott & Costello's 'Who's On First' routine~except with real world consequences.

"...that one came about a couple of years ago, I guess that the ruse was simply that the governments couldn't borrow from themselves so instead they borrowed from each other, and now today we have the euro bondization, quantitative easing for as long as it takes to devalue those debts through inflation..." mentioned the goblin, loving it when someone addressed him here, then adding "...bondization results in bondage and an austerity that will lead to upheaval that will hail in a strong man from either the system itself or from its opposition, does history have any exceptions to this process I wonder, where at its simplest upheavals lead of dictatorships of either the revolutionaries or of the counter revolutionaries...", in fact, most humans just felt that somehow today couldn't be as before, that the weapons were too deadly to allow a world war to reoccur, so the goblin just explained something "...remember ronald ragan's starwars program, his anti ballistic missile program, ABMs for short, it's in place now, but the russians for their part have missile guidance interrupters, so neither side can launch nuclear missiles with any clear cut certainty but far from making the world safer through MAD, mutually assured destruction, one now has MUD, mutually unassured destruction, meaning in turn that to date any ruled out conventional war due to possible nuclear confrontation is now something back on the cards again..."

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[fleamailman]

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can you not behave.

"...well I do do my best to behave here..." ventured the goblin resting his chin upon his hand thinking it over now before suddenly continuing "...in that none of my posts show any malice intentionally, only that I behave in such a manner that is befitting to my nature I suppose, though enough about me now, so how about you then, how do you see your posts xxxxx if I may ask, I mean I saw that you have a talent that could get you a readership even if you lack focus and probably don't see the need for it, such a pity when one only lives once, no these days they won't read books by looks of things, so just what are they reading mostly plus how does one square this circle then is all I'm pointing out to you here...", at which point the goblin looked over the text to feel for its picture just like he went over the text again to test its fluidity, smiling "...a sense of audience and a feeling of deadline too, for what more could any one goblin want with his coffee in the bistro this morning..."

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[fleamailman]

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"...get behind me now..." repeated the goblin to his ghosts once more, adding "...for if you can't help me now, then don't hinder me with your incessent memories, I mean if you can't keep your promises then let me forget that fact between us here...", yes, the goblin had slept badly again for his ghosts kept him awake late into the dark hours with their conjectures and conversations between those memories again, why so, to which he laughed and just remarked to himself "...well, who knows why then, you'll just have to ask them instead...", and then when they had finally let the goblin sleep the dream itself had been upon another matter entirely, it had started out with him walking down a muddy track in some wet field, which must have lead indoors because the next moment there was a man with long hair standing in front of some wooden paneling with a staircase coming down form the right hand side, whereupon he looked over to the goblin and clearly remarked in some direct casual manner "...she had wanted to die you know, but that much you had known all along hadn't you now...", where the goblin had woken up somehow understanding everything while not really understanding anything, just it haunted him to writing it down here

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[brinny]

I live in Washington state, and I'm fighting banning guns the new law I-594.

I'm wif ya' on that, brother.....we gots some tough times ahead o' us....hang in there....

 

[brinny]

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"...well I do do my best to behave here..." ventured the goblin resting his chin upon his hand thinking it over now before suddenly continuing "...in that none of my posts show any malice intentionally, only that I behave in such a manner that is befitting to my nature I suppose, though enough about me now, so how about you then, how do you see your posts xxxxx if I may ask, I mean I saw that you have a talent that could get you a readership even if you lack focus and probably don't see the need for it, such a pity when one only lives once, no these days they won't read books by looks of things, so just what are they reading mostly plus how does one square this circle then is all I'm pointing out to you here...", at which point the goblin looked over the text to feel for its picture just like he went over the text again to test its fluidity, smiling "...a sense of audience and a feeling of deadline too, for what more could any one goblin want with his coffee in the bistro this morning..."

xxxx

Awwwwwwww, flea, my heart goes out to this guy.....he needs to be taken care of.....

Life is sooooo hard sometimes.....

 

[brinny]

...speaking of books...ever heard of Antwone Fisher?

 

[fleamailman]

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"...damm this new medicament then..." went the goblin feeling most poisoned by it now, just one tiny pill with each evening meal, somehow the goblin remembered their using arsenic to cure syphilis, adding "...that reminds me of something else too, my great uncle was told to eat raw liver or simply die from not doing so...", just it was the question for the goblin at this point as it had been for his uncle back then of how far should one be living in a crumbling shell of one's former self, smiling "...well, he had refused in the end, where the point of his life was never longevity anyway, it was living well while still being able to do so..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the "what are you doing" thread

the goblin had watched the old fart take his evening pill and was thinking it all so reminiscent of peter pan observing wendy and promising himself that he would never ever be that real life where those side effects seemed callous to the extreme, with that constant sick feeling within by a poison that robbed peter to pay paul in curring one ill be creating yet another ill in its place, that line old age is a shipwreck sprang to mind here, laughing "...hell no, not me then, not this me here now, naah I'll go onwards and I'm going to be a goblin to the last if not beyond too, for writing is a journey to self if ever there was one...", whereupon the goblin thought back to another line the inner world forms while the outer would crumbles away while outside the bistro though as if to underline his sentiment here the day was ever so blusterous dressed in those late autumn colors and all beautiful in its passing, smiling "...if ours is to witness then witness I must then for I would hate to reach journeys end without those posts to mark the way here..."

 

[fleamailman]

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the goblin felt it best of explain now, saying "...well of course the below is a stress test, where one first looks at the picture below whereupon one closes one's eyes and counts to ten before one reopens them anew, and if one can still see shoes, shopping, household pets, and clothes that somehow seem whiter than white even, then rest assured you are still your normal housewife self where the kingdom of housework awaits yet, whereas if it all somehow goes blanc save for some squeaky voice that seems to be going "naah, oh no you can't humans MYAHAHAHAHA" in the back of your mind, then I fear you've got whatever it is very bad indeed, and that you might never be normal ever again..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZWLD9Njg3Q

 

[Trailltrader]

*Pours more whisky from his flask into his coffee*,,,,,,Now I'm retired I do see the wisdom of your words, Goblin. To reach the pinnacle of maturation only to discover your body has given itself away to old age to be treated by boys and girls using chemicals I don't understand. I've got the age where I have a hard time even keeping track of the organic chemistry on explosives anymore. More importantly- I don't care to keep up. And I'm getting more and more this way....Someone else can care.

 

[fleamailman]

("...nice to read your post again..." went the goblin thanking the old soldier before going back to editing posts here, then adding "...been ill, and how sudden it came on too..."

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I'm curious. Why are you here on this forum?

"...well first off I got an invite to write here, plus I'm somewhat generous of nature I suppose..." smiled the goblin thinking that was the truth of it, then adding "...just that livewriters do their landings then, yes from time to time they turn up somewhere to test out their works upon an utterly unknown audience of normally non readers, I mean where would be the fun of this if the outcome is already known between us now, ah but since you don't know me and since I don't know if you'll accept me neither, the merit of my works stand or fall solely upon whether you wish me to continue posting on here...", somehow the goblin knew that he was once more corrupting the humans into seeing their posts as actual writings per se, or least a path worth venturing down perhaps, smiling "...no, none of my posts will ever show malice, promise, yet once one meets a livewriter, it's kind of hard to go back to what it was before that chance meeting then, well not if writing is actually part your nature now, otherwise you are not one of us I guess, but do you know your nature really, where nothing stops you neither so shall we continue this journey then...", ah yes, the goblin always made it sound all so easy yet somewhere deep down within one, one just knew that goblins were never to be trusted from their words alone upon this forumland here

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F-CpE73o2M

 

[Trailltrader]

Interesting question- "Why am I posting here?" to get ideas, to improve my writing style. To shoot the breeze- not that there's much meat on it but its a target anyway.



I've been kicking around the idea of writing a new "Bolo" novel- intelligent tanks of the future. You can find some write ups here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bolo_(tank)