write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, about tomorrow's german votation

"...common-land is nobody's land, common-law is nobody's law, and a common-law wife is nobody's wife either..." started the goblin, continuing "...so, what exactly is this common market system that became the europe union that the individual member states have signed up to, and what does it actually mean if finance is something that none of them take any direct responsibility for...", in fact the goblin imagined that today being the date of 9 11, that ourdearmedia's attention would be solely upon this historical event then, moreover, that nothing about the European Financial Stability Facility or EFSR presently being replaced and enhanced by the new European Stability Mechanism or ESM behind the scenes in brussels, and whose vote upon it as either constitutional or unconstitutional by the the German Constitutional Court taking place on 9 12 would be noticed let alone mentioned by ourdearmedia, so the goblin simply shrugged it off, saying "...and of course the vote is a foregone conclusion of its acceptance perhaps, for if they don't accept the surrender of sovereignty to brussels the euro is doomed straight off, but it also means that the sovereign states cannot then back out of their commitment meaning again that basically it ties the member states ever tighter together, ever deeper into their communal debt by it, and yet the politicians together with ourdearmedia along with the rest of us too, have little wish to grab this bull by this horns, so it's a classic case of a communal problem that is nobodies problem..."

 

[brinny]

tragic....and sad.

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin felt that one could well understand things outside oneself, yes, but one could never really know them, "...so the most one can ever really really know is oneself then, and even with something as close as oneself, there are still parts of oneself that won't surface until one is challenged by dire circumstances..." ventured the goblin remembering seneca's line then, misfortune is the chance to show character, adding "...so perhaps the outside does reflect the inside in this way, where between one's decisions and one's reflections oneself is seen by them, ah yes, but one still has to polish the mirror to get a clearer picture, so for me posts are like reflections in a mirror where reposting is polishes those reflections then..."

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[brinny]

....wordlessly, you quietly pick up shards of a shattered soul, one-at-a-time....till all of them are found..one here..one there...and the tiniest whimper of another way over there, in that dark corner nearly invisible, always remembering that such souls are fragile, and sometimes, just like humpty dumpty, all the kings horses and all the kings men can never put them back together again.

 

[fleamailman]

("...I appreciate your posts brinny..." went the goblin, adding "...keep posting then, make each post count towards whatever goal you hold now...")

repost from elsewhere

Perhaps the op should learn to distinguish between 'friend' and 'acquaintance'.

and with that the demon looked down at the goblin sternly, barring him, and with grin said "...come now, first tell me the difference be a friend and an acquaintance here, or otherwise you must return from whense you came...", so the goblin paused and thought hard for a second, somehow knowing that his entry here depended upon this one reply now, and then, as if the answer seemed to rise up with him, looked back at he demon and just repeated his thoughts word for word saying "...well perhaps a friend is someone one doesn't know, whereas an acquaintance is someone one doesn't know either but moreso...", "....pass, for now you may enter my goblin friend, oh and welcome to our kingdom of facebook now..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

I think maybe you'll win this competition Flea - you never run out of things to say

"...too true..." replied the goblin, adding "...but actually it's a battle against one's own indifference here, in that first one sets a quota like "one post a day", asking oneself what in my life is worth posting, then one types out a text, perhaps adding a matching picture to dress it, where then one posts the result across as many "last post" threads as one can so as not to lose it, afterwhich one just dies like everyone else does...", at which point most people think "well why bother then" but the goblin knew that that was the difference between a shared and an unshared life, and that most people hadn't the slightest clue what that meant as they were probably too caught up in their dailylife and all that bidding of the moneygod again to simply see it for themselves, whereupon the goblin just spelled it out now, saying "...their muse sleeps I guess, well that's their choice perhaps, but not mine now, ah no, I want to know myself by what I post..."

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[brinny]

thrown away....no one hears....silent heart cries....and the beat goes on....mercilessly cast aside, forgotten, a heap of crumpled soul, waiting to die....as the world senselessly spins on

 

[brinny]

i appreciate your posts too flea (i'd rather call you flea).....haven't figured out yet why i post...it's a work in progress...

how does one express an inexplicable aching, a mourning of one's heart and soul?

Hold My Heart - Tenth Avenue North - YouTube

 

[Forge3]

As I walk across the field I see the sky and what is above me on the ground. The shadows of birds gliding across the dew laden grass, or of leaves shaking and dancing in the breeze. My own shadow trails behind me like a flowing robe. The shadows of rocks and trees seem to wait for the sun to set so they can expand and swallow up the world except for the gaze of the glimmering stars, moon and city lights.

 

[fleamailman]

i appreciate your posts too flea (i'd rather call you flea).....haven't figured out yet why i post...it's a work in progress... how does one express an inexplicable aching, a mourning of one's heart and soul?

"...never mind the how, come let us dance in a round to mark the change of season..." replied the goblin liking the posts each time, continuing "...well it's all rather simple then, we dance around the fire here where I get you to look at the flames and then that which you then see in those flames was that which was there in your mind all along, yet did I tell you goblins were not to be trusted but we're not to be feared either..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the "writing hints" thread, subject of acceptable length

day whatever, the usual thing, those cleaning ladies ever calling across the tables of the bistro to one another somewhat reminiscent of creatures across some enormous forest canopy while the goblin himself, tucked neatly into the corner, tries to type keeping his mind focused on the question in front of him, and to ignore them long enough to make a valid reply here, ah but who is he kidding then as the moment the goblin opens up the slot here, umpteen tangents offer their distractive seductive candidacy for his post instead, "...no I want to offer sound advice to the humans this time, be off with you now..." he voices out loud, though fortunately the cleaning ladies around him don't speak english and are all too used to the goblin's sudden outbursts, so he waits upon time now as the cursor blinks away the moments, simply the goblin is waiting for that feeling like a retracting wave that is always followed by a sudden gush of vision like thought, in which he will jot down the resulting words, rereading them whenever he loses track, "...goblin, can I swallow this down yet, I'm hungry and do remember that those humans these days don't have much of an attention span, you'll be lucky if they've even read this far, remember it's about twelve lines max goblin..." reminded the slot to the goblin as the next bout of raw portuguese is hurled wildly across the bistro canopy again, the goblin ducks to avoid it, that is, while hitting the post button feeding the slot here, somehow his post was done he knew, yet he still wondered if anyone actually read this far, surely no one was ever that desperate

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the witchdoctor marked the money that had now returned to him again, saying "...see goblin, this way they always returns to me...", the goblin, who had been sitting nearby, didn't know what to believe but the logic didn't seem right at all, and yet here were those notes now, "...oh, it's not just money goblin, it's most things one wants and those one doesn't want even, I mean ever thought that it could be that "that those things you have now, actually sought you out", and that, "that those things you want now, are looking for you still", if so, then the question then is how to call them towards you, spells then, prayers perhaps, oaths even, so what do you think is really at work here my goblin friend...", the witchdoctor smiled as if remembering something, and then continued "...let me guess now goblin, my guess then is that your logic would have it that this blood here is to indent my memory of course, that this sacrificed animal was to jolt some deep feeling within me, and that the music together with the smoke was to elevate my mental state too, because that's what you see here of course, isn't it goblin, but in the end you're thinking that it is only me calling out for it to be, well maybe it is then, I can't prove anything to the contrary, but then again just look back at your own past goblin and count the number of times it has somehow seemed more than a coincidence that something has happened, as it has happened, when it has happened, and just when you seemed to have called deeply out for it too...", the goblin didn't directly reply to the witchdoctor who just continued dipping a lone finger into the warm blood again before touching each note in a slow deliberate manner, till eventually, with the last note that is, the witchdoctor just stopped, looked back across at the goblin again, and directly said "...you know goblin, the real difference between us is that your reason tells you that one can't just call something towards one, so you drown before the boat sinks in my view, whereas I keep calling everything towards me regardless of what my reason thinks..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

What is the craziest thing you have ever done?

"...my trying to give the impression of sanity on the outside always then...." replied the goblin who had a some idea of the criteria that fitted the bill here, where alas the man in the mirror was a real paragon of sane sobriety who never once strayed from being his normal everyday dr jekyll self, in short, the man in the mirror on the outside and the goblin's persona within were two sides of the same coin perhaps but quite different from each other, though perhaps this then that is what made them conversely crazy together, simply they hid each other in their turn

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin simply reminded everyone that the usual secret to concluding a successful job interview, was to show interest in the job, to both say and wear the correct things, and to generally be yourself at all times, "...not that jobs are for life any more anyway that is, but it generally works..." ventured the goblin at it

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, just sharing

So... d'ya make the same post on each forum or do you tailor according to others' responses?The world needs to know this stuff.

"...a bit of both xxxxx, yet it is a heavy workload though..." replied the goblin, continuing "...for example, if one knows that is dealing with posters from the other side of the pond, one needs to carefully convert everything into their "food stamps" to be understood there, whereas, if it's posters from the other side of the channel, that's a different matter, as in that case one needs to convert everything into "flint arrowheads", if only because neither type of poster is really used to dealing in a proper currency like our Swiss franc..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, having it out with a writer again

"...ah, but we are all just personas here anyway, where to post is to publish now, but without any of that circus publishing fanfair, or hoops and hurdles either, simply one posts away and that's an end to it, in that if one is read and the hitcount soars but where conversely if no one clicks onto your threads then that too is just the truth of the matter..." replied the goblin knowing that nothing else was this direct then, simply he could post as he liked, while someone else could just read it, and reply if they wished to, at which point the goblin tried to bridge it to himself by saying "...look if I'm any good I'll make 10,000 to the hitcount, whereas no amount of prestigious pedigree stuff elsewhere is going to substitute in the slightest for what they read directly of me, simply all that elsewhere may impress someone elsewhere, but on this forumland there's only one thing to remember, that you are your posts, meaning that those elsewheres in fact only make one look even more naked to those who can read the posts for themselves, simply they'll then wonder why one isn't able to repeat one's elsewhere in one's posts too...", at which point the little boy's voice cries out "...please sir, why is the writing emperor without any posts..."

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[brinny]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin simply reminded everyone that the usual secret to concluding a successful job interview, was to show interest in the job, to both say and wear the correct things, and to generally be yourself at all times, "...not that jobs are for life any more anyway that is, but it generally works..." ventured the goblin at it

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hahahahaaaa! Did you INTEND for this to be hilarious? It's killin' me....there's just some kind'a irony (or satire) here, that i can't quite describe, but your words WITH the picture has a "hep-me-i-cain't-breeeeathe" kind'a effect...ever laffed so hard ya' couldn't breathe? It's like that

 

[brinny]

repost from elsewhere, just sharing



"...a bit of both xxxxx, yet it is a heavy workload though..." replied the goblin, continuing "...for example, if one knows that is dealing with posters from the other side of the pond, one needs to carefully convert everything into their "food stamps" to be understood there, whereas, if it's posters from the other side of the channel, that's a different matter, as in that case one needs to convert everything into "flint arrowheads", if only because neither type of poster is really used to dealing in a proper currency like our Swiss franc..."

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yer on a roll, flea...priceless.

 

[brinny]

repost from elsewhere, having it out with a writer again

"...ah, but we are all just personas here anyway, where to post is to publish now, but without any of that circus publishing fanfair, or hoops and hurdles either, simply one posts away and that's an end to it, in that if one is read and the hitcount soars but where conversely if no one clicks onto your threads then that too is just the truth of the matter..." replied the goblin knowing that nothing else was this direct then, simply he could post as he liked, while someone else could just read it, and reply if they wished to, at which point the goblin tried to bridge it to himself by saying "...look if I'm any good I'll make 10,000 to the hitcount, whereas no amount of prestigious pedigree stuff elsewhere is going to substitute in the slightest for what they read directly of me, simply all that elsewhere may impress someone elsewhere, but on this forumland there's only one thing to remember, that you are your posts, meaning that those elsewheres in fact only make one look even more naked to those who can read the posts for themselves, simply they'll then wonder why one isn't able to repeat one's elsewhere in one's posts too...", at which point the little boy's voice cries out "...please sir, why is the writing emperor without any posts..."

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brilliant analogy, my friend

 

[fleamailman]

("...ah now, don't forget to post something too brinny, for I know what I have seen of you now, what you are capable of that is, that you're on the threshold of this odd world as we speak, we're alike then, so you wanted to post something nonsensical but in truth your post are most imaginative..." smiled the goblin again not as an educator would more a dance partner perhaps)

repost from elsewhere

It is also worth pointing out that one of the earliest known markers for mental health problems that is common to most severe mental health issues is that of self medication (aka substance abuse, either legal or otherwise).

"...perhaps then..." said the goblin "...it had something to do with the fact that all those drugs which normally work for the rest of us, such as alcohol, cigarettes, Internet, television, shopping and football, were no longer having their desired effect on those people who had grown disfunctional here, hence their turning to self medication to fill the void left by it...", somehow the goblin felt that most people were borderline in fact, and that they would probably become as equally disfuctional as the others if their addictions were withdrawn from them, saying "...well, what with sedatives to relax us, stimulants to excite us, and distractions to give us temporary escape, somehow we actually manage to get through each dreary day doing societies bidding..."

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