write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[brinny]

A star shone on those dark walks from work, late at night. In the sky so serenely keeping pace with me like an oasis of sanity and peace in a crazy world and the non-stop multiple stresses bludgeoning my consciousness and robbing me of quiet moments of contemplation that my frenzied soul so hungered for. Like a hamster on a wheel was i endlessly treading and going nowhere....dying, slowly but surely.....trapped in a surreal zone where hopes and dreams long buried resurface no more...submerged in a black hole walled with despair....yet tread on did i....keeping company with the living dead. A grave yard of sorts.

It seems i had forgotten who i was. But then from the depths of my soul a whisper was heard. It rose in a crescendo of triumphant chorus. It was my name. I remembered i was not born to abide in darkness, in a place devoid of meaning and purpose and life and hopes and dreams. My dreams were mine. No one or nothing had the right to steal them, to rob me of what made life worth living...to rob me of wonder and innocence and laughter and joy. This was a call to arms. i looked darkness square in the eye and i said:

'I be gettin' tired o' this pit. Darkness is losin' its 'charm'. Whispers of despair and hopelessness got some nerve. Who you think y'all are talkin' to? I been listenin' to yer lies and believin' them like they was gospel. Just who do you think you are, sneakin' in here and kickin' folks when they're down? Partyin' over my huddled up crumpled soul? Dancin' on the pieces of my heart strewn on the floor....

Thought I was a 'goner' didn't ya'? So did I. Almost made me forget I got me some armour. That my hands were taught to war, and that my Teacher is the best. That you are of no consequence. That He is a Lifter of my Head, my Fortress, and my Strong Tower. He is my Sheild, my Defender, my Protector.

So if you got somethin' to say....say it to Him.'

 

[fleamailman]

("...that's what I wanted to read brinny..." went the goblin again, adding "...simply, you know when you are writing, and write you must, why, because dailylife is trying her best to smother you with her own agenda, whereas the more you face the slot like this, the more that render unto caesar maxim just comes into focus, where of course everyone has to render unto dailylife but not surrender unto dailylife now, but your anonymous posts step out beyond fame and fortune here, for they are unto themselves then...")

repost from elsewhere

“...listen, why not just stop trying goblin, simply let go now, as there's really no one to please here, nor anything to prove either...” came the reasoning voice from the back of the goblin's mind again, continuing “...your trouble goblin, is that you keep thinking that you're the real person on this forum, where simply you're just a anonymous persona, so you compromise each time thinking that it actually makes a blind bit of difference, where deep down you know too, don't you goblin, that in the end, your very last post will only leave off exactly where your first post began, in anonymity here, so a fool tries hard to compete and just fails for his caring, burning with envy at those other competing fools then, not seeing that he is actually alone here facing a vast sea of forumland in its many guises..."

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[Michaelismyname]

yet morning wind
my pickett fence
no eye glanced up
no hand grasped
trust have i learned.
in answer of love.
as pots to flower
are mixed in bloom.
slanted air of morning,
scents carriage of sweetness
bitterly earned.
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CR .MSF

 

[fleamailman]

("...wow, there's so much talent on this forum..." went the goblin loving the poem wanting more, saying "...keep feeding me then, for I will feed you in return, and together we will journey now...")

repost from elsewhere, the trolls site's "last post" thread

"...wow, troll fanmail, great start to whatever..." went the goblin, who felt he should explain something saying "...well no, I suspect that the real difference between you trolls and us livewriters is that whereas you trolls try to get banned from forums, succeed, and get banned for it, us livewriters actually try to remain on those forums, fail, and get banned for it too...", where alas deep meaningful posts written by personas in third person with matching pictures have yet to meet their full level of appreciation on most writer's forums it seems

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the first writer's forum to accept me, and still going strong

alas deep meaningful posts are not appreciated it seems, especially on writer's forums

how could one know the post's significance without having privy to each reader's understanding? sounds like a broad-brush my friend which may not apply to every "writer's" forum. i dunno.

"...whatever depth of their understanding then it has never seemed to stop those PM warnings, thread locks, deletions, and outright bans, so let's just say that, to date, their reaction has been rather uniform and constant towards my writing in third person with matching pictures on their type forums then..." replied the goblin who could easily reel off a list now, who instead had just battled on without actually fighting anyone, and yet, he conceded too, that this forum here seemed to be so very different then, an exception amongst the writer's forums, saying "...either way then, the tide of this battle, or peaceful protest then, is now turning I believe because once it seemed that I was the only one doing this whereas today there are quite a few livewriters, those who edit and hew their post into something more than all that post and discard one see, and besides that, many more people are adapting aspects of this livewriting within their posts today..."

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[brinny]

always intriguing, this talk of death and funerals and yes i've given it some thought...

it will be a funeral, but not in the traditional sense, in that i will have a dusty rose heart shaped tombstone with balloons attached dancin' in the breeze. There will be no moroseness, only celebration and singing and hope and joy. this will include the eulogy, with songs of praise and worship....and butterlies will be released by everyone there in celebration. Well of COURSE there will be celebration. After all, death is not the end. It is the beginning.

 

[brinny]

i saw it a park once, oddly enough attached to a small graveyard....there it was, across a small lake....a dusty rose colored heart shaped tomb stone. I was transfixed. Not that i gave much thought to tombstones or funerals, but this one called my name, and not in a spooky, creepy, shuddering way, but it just fit. It's the first one i ever saw that emanated life and love and joy.....imagine that, a tombstone emanating joy. and it wasn't one of these mass produced, shiny ones that were perfectly shaped heart, no, it was thick and seemed to be chiseled so that it was "soft" and "rounded" around the edges. Not threatening or a "dreaded" looking thing at all. it was the first time i didn't associate a tomb stone with a Dracula movie or a foggy English church yard. It was a delightful sight. And that's how i would like to be remembered...the antithesis to darkness, despair and dread.

(yer on yer own here flea....i couldn't, try as i might, find anything that came close to my memory of my dusty rose heart shaped tombstone. You'll haf'ta use yer imagination.....but then again, that shouldn't be a problem....you epitomize a fully developed imagination, my friend.)

 

[fleamailman]

("...yes, it's hard to see one's lot as transitory..." agreed the goblin, liking the post)\

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

"...me, I'm writing the downfall of humanity in posts mortals MYAHAHAHAHAHA.." went the goblin, continuing "...where your attention span is not what it was so those books are quite out of the question today, no, what you greedy humans actually want here is punch & judy for adults, nah you're reading this post more as someone in a conversation now, so you'll hear me out for sure but then you'll dip your grubby hands into your pockets for that little sack of 2cts coins again won't you...", no the goblin really liked humans, and compared to trolls mommies and writertypes, they seemed quite normal even

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[brinny]

It doesn't bother me at all to speak of my testimony. God has removed that stranglehold of pride, which by the way, is a monstrous master. It's a killer of the one it has a stranglehold on as well as the ones in its victim's path. Pride is a killer and how God knows it, even if we do not. It's the antithesis of love. And one cannot love others, nor oneself when it rules. God performed surgery of sorts to remove it from me. It was so deeply rooted that He cut deeper and deeper. I, protesting and flailing and cursing the entire time, with each operative cutting. Yet He continued. I hated Him, i hated everyone, but mostly i loathed myself. I wanted to die, to escape, to be left alone. Yet that was not to be. He was present. And He completes what He starts, as He did with me. Now I think i know why...it's because a few years back, in tears, and from the depths of my heart and soul, i asked Him to. Apparently I had forgotten those tears. He had not. I may not have loved me but He did. And like the rain it came, excruciating realization, brokenness, tears, and at the last, forgiveness, healing, and redemption.

 

[brinny]

Happy belated Birthday, my friend.

 

[fleamailman]

("...well that the great thing about forumland..." replied the goblin, continuing "...one can have one's birthday without having one's age to go with it...")

repost from elsewhere, the lupusbot's "last post" thread

the goblin thanked the lupusqueen for her post and just gave her that same old assurance once more, that his undeniable selfishness would keep him posting on on her forum right on up to the last, saying "...no, I just want to be a winner, with you winners too, those who face their day and post on in spite of it, me, you, well whoever then, for someone who posts on in spite of their dailylife is definitely a winner in my view, yes they might win against me too but mostly they're winning against themselves here, so do you remember what I wrote that line life's angels are not there to be nice, they're there to help one shine in their reflection, just reflect brightly now, show me how right I am to have that faith in you, and let's continue down this thread together then...", where the goblin, for all his faults, was almost as faithful as he was selfish too, so much so in fact that he doubted that he could ever really quit posting now, simply it would continue apace and go wherever his thoughts took him, something that in itself had no meaning that meant so much

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[brinny]

birthdays are just reminders that one eventful day we enter the scene and that entry is a celebration because there is no one in the world like us, just as in the uniqueness of our fingerprints or a snowflake, whereas no two are alike, so are each of us....each inexplicably unique with our own impact in this world, leaving our own fingerprints, our own DNA, our own thoughts expressed in various ways, our own interactions with those around us (internet or otherwise)....it's almost like, wherever each of us journeys, a path is left behind that, though appearing invisible, glows. And the world is never the same, for us having been there.

 

[Michaelismyname]

whats with the goblin ? dont like it
am honest is all -
does not feel as if it is written in a correct spirit .

open for explanation

 

[fleamailman]

whats with the goblin ? dont like it am honest is all - does not feel as if it is written in a correct spirit.

"...well it's all very simple..." replied the goblin now, explaining "...try writing in third person without having a persona to go with it, so livewriters invariably have something that they feel comfortable with, and besides, what can I write that will prove to you that it's really me here, absolutely nothing because by default we are all anonymous on forumland, and yet from my own experience you humans will accept a persona of a goblin, precisely because it fiction then, far more readily than that of our actual reality between us, that of unprovable personas or masks then, so welcome to my world human if that is what you care to be, for this masked ball of forumland awaits your pen I believe, next question if there is one..."

 

[Michaelismyname]

"...well it's all very simple..." replied the goblin now, explaining "...try writing in third person without having a persona to go with it, so livewriters invariably have something that they feel comfortable with, and besides, what can I write that will prove to you that it's really me here, absolutely nothing because by default we are all anonymous on forumland, and yet from my own experience you humans will accept a persona of a goblin, precisely because it fiction then, far more readily than that of our actual reality between us, that of unprovable personas or masks then, so welcome to my world human if that is what you care to be, for this masked ball of forumland awaits your pen I believe, next question if there is one..."

then choose another persona

----------------as this ...
gob·lin (gbln)
n.
A grotesque elfin creature of folklore, thought to work mischief or evil.
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i feel is not acceptable in a christian forum

 

[SepiaAndDust]

then choose another persona

----------------as this ...
gob·lin (gbln)
n.
A grotesque elfin creature of folklore, thought to work mischief or evil.
------------------
i feel is not acceptable in a christian forum

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

 

[fleamailman]

then choose another persona as this ... gob·lin (gbln) n. A grotesque elfin creature of folklore, thought to work mischief or evil. i feel is not acceptable in a christian forum

"...nah, I'm happy as I am then..." replied the goblin honestly enough, explaining "...no, the odd thing is that you humans don't remember usernames much, and yet the moment one settles for a persona here, it become definitive as the one thing everyone clearly remembers, where for example if one were to market oneself across forumland now, then one really only needs three things to do it, a traceable username, and memorable persona, and a constant flow of content...", and yes, the goblin made no bones about his wishing to become known by his posts now, albeit anonymously known, saying "...oh yes, I could write books too, but forum readership is as yet an unknown, moreover you are reading these posts instead of those books, and it's the same story whichever forum I appear on, care to wager 10,000hits to this thread by christmas, I mean I imagine you do want readers to come to this forum to read the posts now, me I want what you want then..."

xxxx

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...ah no, I am not a troll..." blurts out the goblin again about his having bypassed a ban somewhere, talking to his own now rather unconvinced conscience it seemed, adding "...and besides, if I had been a troll I wouldn't have then used my goblin persona in each post I then did upon that forum there...", "...ah, but where may I ask is your not getting caught up in sideplots comment now, for look who's caught up in this one now then..." replied the goblin's own conscience back at him, just that somehow the goblin was in two minds as if facing a crossroads here, their being the path of a coward who says nothing and accepts his lot, against the path of a fool who speaks out and gets nowhere instead, so he deliberated his time over his coffee, yes the ban was a fact, and yes it's unimportance was obvious to him too, and yet its being a subplot didn't silence the choice within him, where his "silence" too, was an answer of sorts, where the pain was the same whichever path it was to be

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[Michaelismyname]

no one is anonymous in the sight of God .

 

[Michaelismyname]

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

how so ?'