write something nonsensical, surreal, silly. (3)

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

So many problems on the planet but they all seem so unimportant when somebody you know is having problems too. It reminded the gatecrasher how special life is so maybe it is those other people that inspire us to make life better for everyone. "Hope to see you well and active again.", said the gatecrasher, "I'll be watching for your return."

"...well, it's somewhat good to be alive still..." ventured the goblin thinking that if anything he should be grateful towards death for its reminding him of the context that we all live under, whereas prior to this that possibility seemed remote, where looking at around midday of his lifetime, the sun had been so directly above him as if to make everything seem quite shadowless even, though by the time this evening time had come around, which is today then, all that has changed with everything instead just seeming to cast its shadows in some impending inevitability, the goblin just looked across at the sunset of his life as it were, saying "...naah, either way I could never catch up with that summer sun again, simply the past is quite beyond me now, but in its place my pen has learned to cast wonderful shadows in this twilight still..." where those shadows somehow gave life all the perspective depth that any goblin could ever need, smiling "...um...., I wonder if this pen can actually catch the beauty of sunset within the fading light..."

 

[brinny]

("...yes I've been told to take in more water, so it's tea for me too..." went the goblin thanking brinny though, before adding "...I'm feeling much better now...")

repost from elsewhere, continuation of previous, chatting with the twins



"...daunting odds agreed but you're not going to know yourself till you go up against those odds there..." ventured the goblin to the twins, then adding "...posts are like sketches in their way, and off course real artists want to do paintings instead, only that most folks these days won't go into their galleries for the lack of any interaction therein, I mean most paintings, in this analogy here, are hundreds of pages long and is one ever going to come across an author, or publisher for that matter, who will admit that their book leaves much to be desired...", the fog had kept the day in check where normally the placement of the sun would tell the goblin roughly the hour of day, though today no, instead the goblin had looked at the screen and seen 09h30 knowing it didn't matter, smiling "...I'm on holiday convalescence then, a kind of concession to my health to do nothing whatsoever for a couple of days, where I may not write anything by it but more likely I will write something if only to think through these current events ranging from those personal ones of late on up to worldwide ones of next year, no they say "curiosity kills the cat" where hopefully my autopsy will read "death by some insatiable curiosity" then..."

'tis good to hear you are feeling better, my friend.....

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the "how to keep writing every day for months" thread

"...conversely chat with me whenever then..." proposed the goblin not adding strings nor charging any fees, then suggesting too "...but if you do keep me company then why not for your book's sake write exactly as you do in that book there using the very same tense with that dialogue and narration too...". ah yes, the goblin remembered how it was with writers who tried to write their book in one way only to then portray themselves upon forumland quite differently, usually resulting in bland posts on the one hand and their works lacking practice as it were, to which the goblin then smiled again saying "...for you see if you were to practice your writing-style in each and every post you do then surely what would result would write you back for your efforts towards it, no it might even reward you with more than the sum of its parts now...", ah, but that was just the goblin for you as his mind turned to something else instead, relating "...increasingly more folks are reading posts in one form or another than most anything else, by posts I mean that short interactive content done on venues such as twitter, facebook, forumland, etc., however most writers are so loathed to adapt to it, instead they cling to their yesterways by yestermeans where that decline in their readership is both evident and alas somewhat deserved for their obstinacy therein, where I can give you a readership straight off but I can't get them to keep reading you over the months to come, for that ability is the hallmark of a livewriter..."

 

[afishamongmany]

My thoughts are small frogs ploshing around in the marsh of my mind. A croak here, a croak there, then they disappear into the murkiness popping up later random and undetermined to plosh and croak some more.

Oh that they were leaping salmon heading up through swirls and rocky torrents, progressing against currents and foam, fish and river sparkling in the sun. Achieving at last the quiet pools above, tranquil and purpose filled. The surrounding waters no longer a challenge but a lucid overcoat, a flowing robe.

Is such a metamorphosis possible or should we simply wait, croaking awhile, until the overwhelming flood rolls in bringing with it all that silver, leaping and shining?
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[fleamailman]

("...nice post, been ill, but now I'm back to posting again..." went the goblin without further ado)

repost from elsewhere

This is now my fourth attempt at trying to introduce myself.... Do you remember the first day of school and how all the teachers in each class wanted to make the classroom feel like an comforting community so they would make each student stand up to introduce themselves? That is how I feel... I never knew what to say! I would have an anxiety attach almost and end up stealing other students ideas. But anyway, here are a few things, my favorite color is green, I love to be around my cats ( I have two ) and I enjoy putting my thoughts down on paper. Aside from that, I don't know what else to say. I look forward to reading everyone work and sharing some of my own!

"...you can do no wrong as far as I'm concerned, I mean those who judge someone solely by their intro alone are really not worth knowing now are they..." smiled the goblin hoping that that knowledge would help at least, then adding "...but these days, it's hard to say what those readers will read though where evidently they like short interactive content so if I were you I'd focus upon your posts towards your book perhaps, or if you're more like me you could focus solely upon your posts alone, after all for every one person who you get to read even the first of some book somewhere just imagine those hundreds more who would read a well placed post upon facebook twitter or this forumland here...", and with that the goblin just dipped his hand into his pocket and slipped out a red welcome carpet coiled up like a snake ready of encircle anyone who wasn't weary of its true nature now, smiling "...ah yes, being known is so constricting that I prefer to remain anonymous myself, yet most humans fall for that "fame and fortune" trap there, perhaps I could interest you to chat with me instead then, no I can't make you rich or famous by it but I could offer you your very own journey to self instead, you'll accompany me won't you, my type are not so bad once you understand us...", as the goblin then slipped the red carpet snake back into his pocket for someone else another time then

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[St_Worm2]

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

I woo women with my sensuous and god-like trombone playing. I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in 20 minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello...I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my backyard. I enjoy urban hang-gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire, I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail...Last summer I toured New Jersey with a travelling centrifugal force demonstration...My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles.

Children trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.

I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago, I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four-course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis. But I have not yet gone to college. Gallagher, Hugh, NYU College Entrance Essay 1994

 

[fleamailman]

("...I liked that one..." went the goblin hoping to read more then, then adding "...my mind has returned to me, my goal is to get back into writing in posts, why, because that is what they'll read by looks of things...")

repost from elsewhere, from the "blurt here" thread

"...being alone over new year I had simply lit a candle in the dark near midnight and then watched it burn in the silence to my thoughts and recollections, my prayers too, and my resolutions if any..." remarked the goblin surprised about how deep it had felt at the time neither being drunk nor merry making but merely to be here again, or if truth be told to be still here still, then smiling "...I voiced nothing out loud but within myself the conversation lasted a fair time till finally, and since I felt I had touched upon every important topic to my ghosts as it were, I then looked down at the candle and blew it out letting the year expire away, I suppose that's all I guess, just it felt the correct thing to do though..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...perhaps the trick is to have at least two forums where one can then mirror one's works or one's posts across both those forums guarding against future mishap in case one of them doesn't play ball..." suggested the goblin who posted across many forums for that very reason, and also for another reason too, explaining "...moreover, the more forums one posts across the more potential readers one will come across by it, why, because it doesn't matter what one writes today one still has to find those readers after one has written it, where books are a hard sell if one is going it cold as some unknown, and where perhaps the worse thing one could possible do for one's book is a "hit and run", ah yes those fly by night authors who simply introduce their book with a download link in their intro without intending to remain upon the forum itself to converse or contribute, yet clearly those author who don't have time for their readers around them will lose out to those authors who have that time then, like author like book then..."

 

[fleamailman]

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Yeah I see you posting on http://www.lupusmctd.com still.

"...oddly I go there to that lupusbots site for their vibe of support still, where if they could live on then there was no reason why I couldn't post on too..." replied the goblin adding "...yes I remember it well while it was still running as a forum per say, so it's like when one goes into a church and feels in the presence of something one can't really explain in words...", "...so why are you trying to explain it here goblin if you know you can't explain it in words really..." asked the slot inquisitively, to which the goblin just looked down at his hands again, then back at the slot smiling "...because if one does anything for no motive whatsoever, nor even for any reason really, then just perhaps that is just your nature there, so I live on still and they're my ghosts today, but they feel real enough to me, guess that's all I suppose, ah but in a life that passes by isn't that everything too, see I can't explain it really, yet you do understand I hope..."

 

[fleamailman]

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"...oh, but just about anything can be taxed then..." started the goblin going off on his own tangent once more, then continuing "...I mean, just because they wouldn't confiscate one's gold at a price like they did back in 1932, it doesn't mean that they wouldn't get you to declare your gold instead, where anything that needs to be declared is in effect a license then, and where anything licensed is oftenthe first step in its being taxed afterwards, the justification here being that any unaccounted gold in the hands of terrorists would fund their acts of terrorism...", elsewhere, the goblin also suspected that the total cashless society as has been predicted recently would not come about if simply because it wasn't needed, since what with increase of "top end" money transactions all being done though banks electronically already it's equated to an understanding here that one already lived in a non cash based society today, smiling "...evidently the only thing they can't tax is that which they don't know you process, where all empires eventually cash upon their compounded debt, where the end of savings as seen today is a good indicator of how near the end things are..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the "spinning thoughts around death" thread

whether one needs to, or whether one feels one needs to? Are they the same thing? How to go about it probably isn't a suitable subject for conversation.

"...can't agree, for simply one can't talk or write about anything if one then fears that someone listening in or reading about it might act then upon whatever one relates here, so I do feel this topic needs airing today because increasingly we have this very problem in our midst and where if we sugarcoat it with honey words, or hide it away in some unmentionable taboo, then like with drugs the more underground it will simply go..." ventured the goblin thinking that it was as much someone's right to die as it was their right to live now, adding "...so let's not have people who are trying to commit suicide either do it in some awfully painful mostly failing way, or by doing it in a way that leaves those left behind somehow blaming themselves for what was after all their own choice there..." mentioned the goblin who being old had had been through the shadow of quite a few suicides in his time, then adding "...truth is it's very similar to murder though, where like with murder the murderer tends to go quiet before the act, and like with murder too it's rare that it's done on the spur of the moment, instead it's thought out, weighed, and executed with precision, though probably minus the correct method because no one told them how to do it correctly...", not forgetting that the goblin had experienced first hand his mother going south with dementia, thus he doubted he would actually let his children go through that experience if ever those first signs became apparent in himself now, smiling "...going back to the question though, do you still want to end it all, if so then by what means are you thinking upon too, where if needs be how do you intend to minimize the distress towards those who are left behind afterwards..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

and with that goblin felt he was amongst friends now, saying "...I will go slowly on your forum humans, it's just that always try to make my posts somewhat inconspicuous, drab, and above all without the slightest intention of seeming to come across as utterly attention seeking in some way...", and with that the lie detector exploded, whereupon the goblin just added "...well yes, it's just that to date I've have not been very good at it..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, a woman's interests "last post" thread

the goblin returned some hours later to find the there were still few posts "...alas, poor humans, I knew them well..." said the goblin borrowing words from hamlet while downing his coffee in the bistro where so called dailylife continued a pace around him till his eyes fell on a child being taught abc by her parent and could understand the child's resentment at flexing the brain on the weekend, where just like his own school days too the goblin wants to whisper the answer behind the teacher's back something like "...hush, you just have to take the last post place of the thread from the goblin here..." without getting caught by a the prof there who was usually one of those "read up marx, write down marks" types then, at which the goblin caught sight of all those old school day happenings just before they could fully crawl out of his memory once more, he reburied them quickly

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[afishamongmany]

The fish awoke with a start. Another strange dream. He'd been blissfully canoeing across the morning sky when below in a city street he saw two men arm wrestling on a table outside a café. He dug his paddle into the blue and swooped down. Very strange. A bearded man who it seemed was called Karl gazed intently at his opponent.
"You have nothing to loose but your chains", he growled.
His mustachioed opponent, called Groucho, narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip.
"These chains are 24 carat and very comfortable", he smirked.
The fish notice that under the table a young goblin was crouching listening wide eyed. Suddenly the table began to shake, the coffee cups rattled like dead men's bones and with an enormous BURUMF! the goblin exploded into a multitude of multicoloured words and letters.
"Phew! I wonder what that was all about?", thought the fish rubbing his eyes.
Looking through his window onto the plaza below he saw the scattered debris and heard the wailing sirens.
"Ahh", sighed the fish, "Just another exploding lie detector."
"Well what do they expect? All these cheap foreign imports", he mused as he poured the milk on the muesli.

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[fleamailman]

("...you write well fish, and I should have posted sooner..." went the goblin appreciating the company)

repost from elsewhere, the "donald trump" thread

"...no I don't like donald trump, yet since I clearly know why I dislike him it all kind of makes me like him for that wrong reason of admiring someone for not being a politician with any of that political nonstick stink, mind you that was probably the reason why hitler first got his support and later those votes too before he was able to pull off that coup d'etat 1933, no not that I'm saying trump is hitler here, far from it, no I'm only noting that within a disillusionment towards a political system that is as corrupt and as self serving as america's political system is at this point an untried outsider can quickly come to power for seeming untainted by it then..." related the goblin wondering if trump really could become president though, if the establishment was as against him as it did seem today, adding "...whereas as for that queen "what does it matter" doesn't she prove just how afraid the CIA is of going after anyone on capital hill, I mean whereas anyone else would have been arrested immediately for far less even, so that just leaves those other candidates who alas come across as "corporate candidates" in all but name to me...", in fact, the goblin wondered if in some gesture of honesty and good will whether it wouldn't be more sincere to replace the candidate's name with the names of those corporations that backs them instead, inquiring "...as an outsider then, may I ask here what those things were that your founding fathers both fought for and died for, their principals I mean, and whether in practice if any of those principals remain around us still..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

at which point the government turned round to the bank and remarked "...the way I see it bank, you and your type are just parasites that feeds off the system, and as such we should close you down shouldn't we...", to which the bank simply replied "...yes but then who would sell those treasury bonds that we purchase on your behalf to sell on for you...", whereupon the bank continued "...ah no, what we share in common my dear government is that we are both utterly bankrupt, I mean you can't service your debt so you then need us to sell your debt to those foolhardy enough to buy into such a shame, but then again we can't service our own debts neither so we need you to bail us out since if we go under then we pull you under with us, so it's not so much "too big to fail", more like "too entangled to fail" perhaps, and all in a system that is too indebted to stand by itself, for debts would eat up all in the end where it would seem my dear government that your lot is now this very rot caused by your own greed, I mean who took the decision to add liquidity plunging the country deeper into debt...", but the goblin, listening in to their conversation together, somehow knew that eventually all empires expire in a mixture of fiscal distortion and compounded debt, where yes the face of government might be reassurance itself, while the banks were all supportive too, but deep down the goblin also knew that what will occur in the end will be that which has occurred before

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

and still those full bodied clouds rolled in across the oppressive sky in an indifferent manner, meanwhile somewhere below them the goblin together with the old man sat out his day, their day off again, in the bistro eying things in his mind for clues once more, joining them together as it were, and why, because that was just his nature he guessed, starting "...so the news plays "catch up and elsewhere" still, where the euro is quite unsustainable at this point, and yet the refusal of dollar payments for chinese goods points to a growing distrust in the dollar even if china domestically does need that foreign trade still, thus each currency in turn seemed to be either over inflated, or is debt ridden, or is just too small in size to become the next reserve currency after the dollar in its unmentioned evident demise as seen yet unvoiced upon, and what with the euro's unraveling too, what with the state of cold war come proxy war now, what with all and everything going mostly unstated by the media...., ...", but the goblin stopped there, just he suspected that those clouds were heading towards north africa and that north africa would be the next zone of contention if only because financially the eurozone needed some limited war of sorts upon somewhere deemed as a safe soft target, asking "...I mean am I wrong in thinking that the ukraine has played itself out by now, that the middle east too is solidifying into partitioned zones then, thus that only leaves north africa and more precisely libya to invade still, after all is there really any point in invading somewhere where there is nothing to exploit afterwards, but first they need to do all those air raids to get those who live there into a state of intentional "westhate"...", whereupon the goblin's eye's went back up to those rolling storm clouds overhead as he then lifted his coffee cup to his lips and tasted the bitter sweetness of it in a feeling of unyielding defiance towards that which he knew about passing clouds in general and their plot therein, not that the clouds cared anything about the goblin's petty gesture below, not that the gesture in itself could possibly change anything neither, only that it had proved to the goblin at least that he was aware of what those clouds meant, where they were heading, and what they were up to too

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[FredVB]

The enemy was certainly not done, and where the great larva would go there would be lots of more opportunities. There would yet be creatures listening to him.

The great structure was now coming to this world of vast oceans, and a couple of nearby small islands were seen. And the structure was now at the lagoon of one of them, with lush growths of green algae. Yahweh called forth the mother and father overdolphin, and the mother and father monsterwhale, from their pool at the structure's center. He told them his blessings for them here, and his requirements, and warnings they needed to know. He would always answer when they called on him. As they were safely in that luxurious lagoon, the great structure moved on.

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

If you're scrolling through this forum, you could spend your time a little better by reading a few poems

"...will do so thanks..." replied the goblin in his welcome here, before adding "...and if you have any posts you might wish to edit through then you can chat with me while doing so here...", while the goblin himself was thinking not so much upon whether donald trump resembled adolf hitler today, of which there were no real resemblance then, no brownshirts, and none of those actions that the nazis did back then neither, so instead and more importantly too, the goblin had turned that question upon its head and was now asking himself whether capital hill had sunk to the level that germany's weimer republic had at the time when hitler came into being as a possible alternative, a time when the same evident disconnection, its political paralysis, and its rampant corruption too, had all but destroyed its credibility as anything representative of the masses, where if capital hill now feared trump then one had to ask oneself why, so the goblin simply explained "...voters are getting tied of not getting what they voted for, where the more the system bulks at trump the more validity they give him, but worse than anything else here, if they now either bar trump on some legal technicality, or eliminate him crudely for that matter, then my real fear is that someone more like adolf hitler will simply emerge upon that wave of anger towards capital hill in its continued vested interest and indifference towards the voters, just that history shows where this goes then, for the road to dictatorship is paved in political disgust..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin in this predawn time posts to hold back his reality still, that of one more looming workday now, but it, like the all too rub-it-in rain too together with that bus-load of miserable captured commuters, followed by the rest even, is still going to happen anyway, save that they warn the goblin, they warn him of what his life could be reduced to if he ever lived life without due reflection upon it and without that imaginative escape too, "...ah but I am not some materialistic machine who only does dailylife's bidding for the sake of those trappings and trinkets..." the goblin retorted to his reality without restraint, continuing "...so keep your "I think therefore I am" for all those short sighted philosophers, for with me it's "I dream therefore I'm far more than I am"..." for that was the truth of it he felt

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