write something nonsensical, surreal, silly. (3)

[brinny]

(O: ˙ǝsuǝsuou ɥɔnS

 

[brinny]

˙ǝsodɹnd ɟo ɯɹᴉɟuI

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, new

I like your writing, you captured the creature, now use it.

"...naah, it only let's me think that I have caught it really, simply it waits till my curiosity gets the better of me, then whenever I open up the trap to make sure it's still inside, out it pops and the chase restarts in earnest, where those readers too can both point me in the right direction and entrap me in their expectations while doing so, thus it's a chase within a chase then, where I wonder in the creature enjoys my chasing it as much as I enjoy my readers chasing me..." smiled the goblin thanking xxxxx and wondering if he was following now, and whether he enjoyed the chase that writing offered him inside, whereupon the goblin whispered "...the inner world forms while the outer world crumbles away, where once I was so much older in my outlook..."

xxxx

 

[brinny]

The song i want sung at me funeral (decided this morning as i listened):

 

[brinny]

something ʇuǝɹǝɟɟᴉp

 

[fleamailman]

The song i want sung at me funeral (decided this morning as i listened):

("....couldn't I offer you this track instead brinny, as I think it's more danceworthy..." proposed the goblin just back from the troll forum now)

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

How do you find this stuff, flea?

"...well through fighting trolls and conversing with writertypes mostly, though quite often I'm not sure which is which really, thus I need to adapt those replies accordingly, which is not very much by looks of things..." confided the goblin adding "...oddly my posts are a rave on the christian forum too, without any adaptation per se, no I think most folks see me as supportive underneath, that I encourage trolls to troll, writertypes to write, and those of the faith to keep their faith...", whereupon without further ado the goblin quickly added another track to help the writertypes fire up their pens he guessed, adding "...btw would this by any chance be what you hear running in the back of your mind while following the american primaries of late, where if so, just relax knowing that share something in common with the rest of humanity now..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...nice blog..." went the goblin who had read that question within it that asked whether the year 2020 would be seen in 2020 vision too, to which the goblin just replied "...no I suspect that it will all collapse far sooner than that though, in that the "dot com bubble" in 2000 occurred just before the change of president, and did the "sub prime bubble" of 2008 with another change of president too, where next could be the "derivatives bubble", which if and it does occur will be bigger than both the "dot com bubble" and "sub prime bubble" combined, after all it could well it be now seeing that the outgoing president has nothing to loose in not agreeing to bailout terms the situation, or then again it could be the federal reserve that raises interest rates as if prove that the economy is doing well only the crash things instead, who knows really, only that shall we admit that it is this moment again in the cycle by looks of things, not in year 2020 then but in year 2016...", yet to the goblin this was only the biggest on the baddies as it were, where many baddies seemed out there, and where the world slept on quite lulled on by the media as it were, meanwhile though the powerless goblin frantically watched on keeping ward with his pen, not that it changed anything, no it simply meant that he was awake, that's all

 

[afishamongmany]

The song i want sung at me funeral (decided this morning as i listened):

A Wednesday afternoon, spring fresh tween lunch and putting up a climbing frame for two weakneed clematis.
Have just watched/listened to the three above sound/image constructions and am trying to emulate The Mailman's immediacy, tain't easy . The gintrap cheshire cat is keeping me edgey but i ain't going to fall off.

Oh Brinny girl your passing out parade will be well worth the bus fare. That reading! acclaiming, proclaiming, sustaining, exclaiming the nailing, the derailing of all darkness and the treading underfoot of deadly serpents. Sock it to them lady!

Strange, have also been having thoughts about how I'd like my leaving to be celebrated. Sweet hymns for sure (Kendrick's Lamb of God), the good news straight and simple, but at the end as the box is carried out and taken to the hole in the ground, let as many musicians as can be mustered with any and every instrument (trombones and clarinets definitely) play, first as a slow march then building up to a full blow, trad jazz, jamboree stomp, Oh When the Saints Go Marching in! And let as many as can and will, sing and dance, not for me, but for joy and the glory of God.

The fish calms down, looks at the time numbers, thinks about joining the goblin in bursting bubbles but remembers those kneedy clematis. To be awake in this world of terror, torpor and jiggery-pokery is no small thing, he waves.
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[brinny]

("....couldn't I offer you this track instead brinny, as I think it's more danceworthy..." proposed the goblin just back from the troll forum now)

LOL! i actually watched this video.....

did you watch the video i posted?

and just curious...

why do you think i posted the video i posted?

 

[brinny]

repost from elsewhere



"...well through fighting trolls and conversing with writertypes mostly, though quite often I'm not sure which is which really, thus I need to adapt those replies accordingly, which is not very much by looks of things..." confided the goblin adding "...oddly my posts are a rave on the christian forum too, without any adaptation per se, no I think most folks see me as supportive underneath, that I encourage trolls to troll, writertypes to write, and those of the faith to keep their faith...", whereupon without further ado the goblin quickly added another track to help the writertypes fire up their pens he guessed, adding "...btw would this by any chance be what you hear running in the back of your mind while following the american primaries of late, where if so, just relax knowing that share something in common with the rest of humanity now..."

the irony, flea

 

[brinny]

repost from elsewhere

"...nice blog..." went the goblin who had read that question within it that asked whether the year 2020 would be seen in 2020 vision too, to which the goblin just replied "...no I suspect that it will all collapse far sooner than that though, in that the "dot com bubble" in 2000 occurred just before the change of president, and did the "sub prime bubble" of 2008 with another change of president too, where next could be the "derivatives bubble", which if and it does occur will be bigger than both the "dot com bubble" and "sub prime bubble" combined, after all it could well it be now seeing that the outgoing president has nothing to loose in not agreeing to bailout terms the situation, or then again it could be the federal reserve that raises interest rates as if prove that the economy is doing well only the crash things instead, who knows really, only that shall we admit that it is this moment again in the cycle by looks of things, not in year 2020 then but in year 2016...", yet to the goblin this was only the biggest on the baddies as it were, where many baddies seemed out there, and where the world slept on quite lulled on by the media as it were, meanwhile though the powerless goblin frantically watched on keeping ward with his pen, not that it changed anything, no it simply meant that he was awake, that's all

Yer one of a kind, flea.

 

[brinny]

A Wednesday afternoon, spring fresh tween lunch and putting up a climbing frame for two weakneed clematis.
Have just watched/listened to the three above sound/image constructions and am trying to emulate The Mailman's immediacy, tain't easy . The gintrap cheshire cat is keeping me edgey but i ain't going to fall off.

Oh Brinny girl your passing out parade will be well worth the bus fare. That reading! acclaiming, proclaiming, sustaining, exclaiming the nailing, the derailing of all darkness and the treading underfoot of deadly serpents. Sock it to them lady!

Strange, have also been having thoughts about how I'd like my leaving to be celebrated. Sweet hymns for sure (Kendrick's Lamb of God), the good news straight and simple, but at the end as the box is carried out and taken to the hole in the ground, let as many musicians as can be mustered with any and every instrument (trombones and clarinets definitely) play, first as a slow march then building up to a full blow, trad jazz, jamboree stomp, Oh When the Saints Go Marching in! And let as many as can and will, sing and dance, not for me, but for joy and the glory of God.

The fish calms down, looks at the time numbers, thinks about joining the goblin in bursting bubbles but remembers those kneedy clematis. To be awake in this world of terror, torpor and jiggery-pokery is no small thing, he waves.
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"The Mailman"?

And yes, that song just gripped me very soul as i listened, for my passing on i wish, in fact, i insist, on it being a celebration, with yes, dancing and BALLOONS, hahaaaaa

You are a unique and gifted writer. Thank you for the songs.

Listening now.

 

[brinny]

Hey fish, yer rather Shakespearean in yer fearlessness and bringin' words (very unique ones hahaaa) to "life"

They almost dance....

delightful.

Did'ja know that flea is a poet extraordinaire?

 

[fleamailman]

("...well to prove that I read your posts brinny, and listened to your track intended for your funeral too..." started the goblin swimming with the fish at the point, continuing "...I guess I'm replying to you now as sanely as I possibly can, without for one moment thinking upon other troll tracks with matching pictures too...", where no doubt the goblin would be at the old man's side when he went, yet the goblin himself would just be on this internet here, smiling "...just I might be a little inactive perhaps, but personas have a life of their own I guess...")

 

[brinny]

("...well to prove that I read your posts brinny, and listened to your track intended for your funeral too..." started the goblin swimming with the fish at the point, continuing "...I guess I'm replying to you now as sanely as I possibly can, without for one moment thinking upon other troll tracks with matching pictures too...", where no doubt the goblin would be at the old man's side when he went, yet the goblin himself would just be on this internet here, smiling "...just I might be a little inactive perhaps, but personas have a life of their own I guess...")

you listened to the video i posted?

i appreciate that....

the fish is very gifted and unique to the nth degree, flea.....

do yu two know each other?

(i find yer posts infinitely surreal, flea........it's like bein' in Alice's Wonderland to read them)

 

[brinny]

i miss Robin Williams.

 

[afishamongmany]

Oh Brinny of the cheerful toes, please no more eulogy. Its bad for me and I'm running out of humility pills. But pleased that my mere words brighten your sunshine.
Do Flea-mail Man and I know each other? I doubt it and yet? I sometimes find myself sipping coffee and listening with interest (among other emotions) to him and his Goblin friend, all of us sitting at the same table. Then Alice turns up and we all move along a place. Curiouser and curiouser but to know another is no simple matter.
Catch a white rabbit put it in our pocket keep it for a rainy day .
><>

 

[brinny]

that's rather whimsical......

and whoze eulogy wouldst thou be referring to?

 

[fleamailman]

("...sometimes the notifications of replies don't arrive in my email inbox..." voiced the goblin ashamed that he had not replied sooner now, adding "...not sure I have a reply at this point so I will think up a reply and return shortly, meanwhile he's a post to help you feel more miserable still, where the point of life is awareness not happiness, for those who are happy with what they see are unaware in my view...")

repost from elsewhere, chatting with a gatecrasher

"...one of your best posts to date, nothing like happiness and pride in one's country is there..." went the goblin appreciating the gatecrasher's post while feeling the irony of it in its way, well what with the goblin's writing in a bistro in chamonix this morning while looking out a clear blue sky and everything just seeming so right and peaceful too, yet the empire beyond the goblin's tranquility was fast heading in the wrong direction if simply because at its base was a runaway debt that the western empire for all it prowess couldn't keep up with, a debt so big and menacing that since it couldn't be bought off would have to be appeased instead, appeased by buying more debt still, thus the debt would feed upon itself until this empire fell too, and how many empires to date, then sighing "...no, the west has downplayed the fact that china has just introduced a chinese gold spot price in yuan, but it, much like the AIIB bank together with the rest of the countermeasures too, just shows a continued divergence away here from both pricing and trading in dollars today...", the goblin restarted "...yes it's just like the roman empire isn't it, where back until the emperor nero stupidly debased the pure silver coinage everyone including those beyond the roman empire traded in roman coins...", the sky above the goblin was deep blue now with a shiny yellow disk in its center, where the still sunbathing goblin sat below drinking his coffee seemingly without a care in the world, the world though for its part had all the cares one could possibly imagine