write something nonsensical, surreal, silly. (3)

[fleamailman]

"...flea and the goblin are as one and the same I suppose brinny, where the persona is a mask of the alter ego behind it, ah but I am not my external neither lest you have no soul, but let's say you get a headache brinny, would you then going claiming that you believe in headaches or would you just know them anyway without knowing their physiology, their chemistry, their coming and going then, so me I get fed up with people who go around asking me to believe, and then try to prove that I don't because I'm not doing their rituals or going to their places, and who won't speak out under a yoke of 501c3, so no they've made their choice between speaking out against the wrongdoings of the state and accepting 30pieces of silver between them..." ventured the goblin, adding "...brinny, do witness, and witness well too, the collapse of empire now, there's so little time left, currency war goes to trade war goes to proxy war, why, because they will channel the anger of the masses away from themselves in choosing an enemy for us..."

 

[brinny]

...you're the one (which, i dunno) that mentioned third party...

and the rest of yer post is spot on....

 

[fleamailman]

....by the way, does third person have a name, flea? (or is it goblin?)

"...you tell me, I mean isn't it different for everyone now, where I respect that you know god, but I'm sure you can't nail what you've experienced down in a way that an atheist would understand, just you know it to yourself, like when you get a headache, or when you face one of life's angels sent to grow you..." smiled the goblin thinking back upon christmas day when his brother had telephoned to an announce that his other brother had died, and how when the goblin had gone downstairs on exiting the building he had come across a little black plastic thing the size of a teaspoon beneath his feet, where turning it over it revealed itself to be a skeleton, perhaps something from a keyring, remarking "...so why then then, and why on that day too, what does it mean, just too many questions where instead just accepts it, no, one just knows god but one never knows what one knows does one..."

 

[brinny]

delve a little deeper flea....

 

[Trailltrader]

*Yawns, stretches, scratches himself in the part not protected either by personal armor or his local insurance company and takes a long pull of his coffee while snacking on Brinny's Brunch*

Copper is a wonderful metal- as being far more useful than gold or silver. With copper I can make wire, with copper I can make bullets, and if 88% copper is added to 12% tin you have what is called "Military Bronze" which was very popular during the age of muzzleloading cannon as it can withstand 40,000 pounds per square inch- with a breech thickness of 4" for the average 12 pounder you could fill up the whole "tube" with gunpowder and never reach dangerous pressures. Tis a fitting metal to give to Brinny- for copper is only worthwhile as a metal when it has been electrolytic refined- that is, the raw ore has been taken out of the ground, crushed to bits, thrown into vats of sulphuric acid suitable for bathing Gremlins- at least the ones from the movies.

Then this slurry is placed into huge troughs with billions of watts of electrical energy applied as the little electrons from the cathode pick up bits of pure copper and splatter themselves permantely to the anode, leaving all the foulness behind and pure laboratory grade copper of 99.999% pure.

Then, going to the Washington State Arm's collectors gun show, some WAG (Wild A@@ Guess) has been selling a 4 ounce coin of "pure copper" for $45 dollars. That's $180/pound!!! I considered ripping up Gremlins computer for the wire, making my own coinage and selling it for $10/pound and then buying Gremlin a new computer and I'd STILL make a tiny profit.

"Another bit of trivia" as Trailltrader kept writing, trying to impersonate the Gremlin's style "just because" "Is if you follow metal trading? Copper is almost always twice the price of aluminum or rephrased, Aluminum is usually roughly 1/2 the price of copper. And now is a good time to go shower and do laundry- which sucks".

 

[fleamailman]

delve a little deeper flea....

("...careful now, you're beginning to sound like me even..." smiled the goblin, thanking brinny but then warning "...no, next you'll turn green with pointed ears, yellow eyes, etc., and Trailltrader would suspect that world war z had come to christianforums...", in fact, that goblin promised brinny that the role of a gnostic was delve then, adding "...not to worry on that score, I'm plagued by ghosts that are more than obliging, no need to delve whatsoever for here they come again...")

 

[brinny]

....depends on where yer delvin', eh......there is delving, searching, digging if you will, that leads to peace and where no ghosts roam, uninvited.

 

[fleamailman]

"...loved that post..." went the goblin hoping that Trailtrader perfects some sort of transcendental meditation through his housework then, saying "...yes, during the great depression people just bought anything they could lay their hands on, simply they converted money into goods trusting that someone would then want them knowing full well that no one would want their money...", where today too, the goblin had no idea how far this slump might slide now, saying "...no I can't believe how blind people are of this given, but even more than that then, guess what the government thinks of us through what they still ask us to believe in their recovery..."

 

[fleamailman]

....depends on where yer delvin', eh......there is delving, searching, digging if you will, that leads to peace and where no ghosts roam, uninvited.

"...nope, the ghosts seem to have the their hands of remote control brinny, where they keep flicking channels in the back of my mind in their boredom, and the more I write the more they approach me asking how's it going now, and if I would like to change the text slightly..." replied the goblin amazed that anyone would actually want to become a writer, adding "...no, I'm not mad, for I can assure you that, as far as goblins go, I'm about as sane as they come, so has to be these ghosts then, been here before haven't we, where the muse's pact is basically a shared life..."

 

[brinny]

yu sure it's not one o' these, flea?

 

[Trailltrader]

*Sits down, exhausted from doing 4 loads of laundry, plus folding* I am glad the wife puts it away- if not, then I would never have an empty clothes basket.

I will not try "Transcendental Meditation"- I had tried that back in the 1980's and it didn't work then, it won't work now. I have also tried the "Silvia Mind Control Method" which is actually a direct portal for demons to invade your mind- but I didn't know that at the time.

Instead I have experimented with Transcendental inebriation but that hasn't worked either. My diabetes doesn't like it either.

Its been several months and I still find it hard to believe there's people who can pass a drivers test for cars that would spend $180 dollars a pound for copper.

"As far as ghosts" Trailltrader decided to shift into Gnome Goblin Mode "I have seen them, I have interacted with them and the same with demons" Pausing for dramatic effect and to gather his wits about himself "Frankly they're a pain in the tush. Anyone who dies, and isn't smart enough to go into the light either has some emotional issues they have not addressed, or they know Christ the King is going to spank their butts so hard their head is going to be like a spring on their shoulders" (Thinking of when Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny meet the Abondable Snowman when he spanks Daffy)

Now, I am an old man and I both feel and hear its naptime.

 

[fleamailman]

"...so it's a triangle made up of these three corners of my memories, together with my dreams, all focused within my writings..." started the goblin, who after seven years at it, had noted a certain blurring here, as if both his dreams and memories had hoped out of their designated domains with visions during the day and visitations during the night, smiling "...a triangle then, one created by another triangle of coffee/keyboard/online...", yes, it was as if his pen acted like a wand upon him where the resulting journey was ever an engulfing bumpy one, still smiling "...simply, the rational side of me writes down what the other side of me sees, meaning no big deal really, quite normal even, resulting in the abnormal perhaps...", while outwardly the man in the mirror had barely aged

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...following this as always..." went the goblin feeling quite uninspired today, adding "...but what does it matter that my mind is an utter blanc at this point, I still have to escape somehow, whether it's on writer's forums or christian forums or trolls forums then, in fact anything not to note the fast moving gray sky above, which is about only fast moving thing it seems...", yes the bistro was lively though, only that the goblin didn't want to meet real people now, sighing "...no, this internet is on my terms, whereas my dailylife is what is expected of me, oh great, it boils down to a choice between a virtual reality that isn't reality, and a dailylife that is so fake in its way..."

 

[brinny]

...maybe yu should scrape sumthin' out from yer heart then......who're tryin' to impress? seriously.

yu don't have to say who you are to be "real", and that's what "connects", being real.....and ev'rybody's got a heart, and "that" is what "hears" and understands and gives "meaning" to anything. Otherwise, what is the point? Writin' fer robots?

Yu lost yerself when yer poetry stopped, didn't ya?

 

[brinny]

....by the way, yu already knew i'm a believer (Christian) before yu set foot in here....so don't be all put asunder when i speak of what i believe in (i really believe it, i'm not just sayin' it)

and fergive me fer caring about yer pain.....it IS painful to lose a brother, or anyone....and ghosts? Really? Who do they think they are, hovering around you like that? Ugh! Tell those lost floaties to take a hike. You sound perfectly miserable to me...like yer tryin' to soak up misery and melancholy all Edgar Allan Poe-like.

Is this yer destiny? Seriously?

 

[fleamailman]

....by the way, yu already knew i'm a believer (Christian) before yu set foot in here....so don't be all put asunder when i speak of what i believe in (i really believe it, i'm not just sayin' it) and fergive me fer caring about yer pain.....it IS painful to lose a brother, or anyone....and ghosts? Really? Who do they think they are, hovering around you like that? Ugh! Tell those lost floaties to take a hike. You sound perfectly miserable to me...like yer tryin' to soak up misery and melancholy all Edgar Allan Poe-like. Is this yer destiny? Seriously?

"...naah, it's not pain, nor grief, nor guilt even..." replied the goblin, suspecting brinny was an american christian and therefore had a grocery cart in one hand, an assault rifle in the other, and a big heart between the two, adding "...no,it's more like here they come again, just the fruits of a furtive mind couples with a vivid imagination then, or simply the price one pays when one writes, just something one lives with I guess, or that shared life I always harp on about...", at which point the goblin remembered the line why do you only wash the outside of the cup, don't you know that he who made the outside also made the inside too, adding "...life is a journey to self where ours is to witness, but I guess if I really knew what that actually meant, then my soul would be ready, which evidently is not the case if I'm writing this now..."

 

[brinny]

not pain, eh?

are you smiling from the inside, out?

 

[brinny]

...and you didn't answer the question.

 

[fleamailman]

Is this yer destiny? Seriously?

"...hotel california brinny, you can't go back to the place you were before, where everything you do does you back, simply the practice comes at this price then, like how we know about the lies of state, the end of the petrodollar, how oil peaked in 2005, the fact that they can't tapper off a ponsi scheme too, no I can't find it within me to divert my eyes away, where christians have their goblins and where goblins have their ghosts...", in fact, the goblin was a good lesson in how not to go about writing, though he got on with others here

 

[brinny]

Life Lesson, flea?