write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[fleamailman]

("...yes, I'm on linux as it's another layer of my anonymity now..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...at best they find a computer in a bistro with goblin fingerprints all over it...")

repost from a goth's "last post" thread

another glorious posting day and the goblin wishes everyone every success in their wish to escape their own reality a bit longer, "...you're as rich as everything you don't want..." the goblin ventured, adding "...but you're always poor and alone in dailylife, simply, this system couldn't survive if you were contented in it, it builds "want" in you and turns people into slaves by creating their own discontent here, buy into it and you are owned by it, and the moment one's present distraction ends, one craves the next one, but every distraction returns you to your dailylife doesn't it...",

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere,

the goblin thanked xxxxx, but felt his goblin persona here was hardly any worse than that other mask he wore in dailylife, and far better than all that loneliness that most old people suffered for their being old then, something usually interpreted as what then, their being stubborn, ugly, cantankerous, unclean, etc., amongst other adjectives so often voiced behind their backs, "...ah, but what if inside me I wasn't really that person in the mirror at all, what if it was just some external conditioning that had no truth beyond those social dictates placed upon one because either that was how one looked, or as expected for one's age, and no, I'm not saying that one should adapt to some fake teenage persona either, only that all to often that one sees the other extreme here, those people who go out of their way to mirror themselves here, only to wonder why they don't attain that which they were looking for, the actual appreciation of the inner selves behind their outer ones...", at which point the goblin just sighed, feeling that his only real failing was that he couldn't repeat, in his dailylife too, this ageless changeless goblin persona now, but no, alas in dailylife the goblin remained simply whatever those around him viewed him as, just his externals each time, but that was always humans for you, and ever so superficial creatures aren't they

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[Forge3]

North, south, east or west
May we follow our path as is best
May we walk in the right way, in the good way
May we learn from our elders burning like embers in the light way
and under the red and purple sunset walk
Listening of the lessons of nature in the Great Spirit's talk
And carried on the wings of golden Eagles the seals of wisdom
As the seals of our hope is in His blood like an annointing Chrism
That though the stars of heaven may fall like dying sparks in a fire
He in whose love will not retire as both our servant and sire
Shall put to rest all earthy desire in His divine attire of divine fire

The drums beat from the rest as a healing circle of which I attest
Speaks both of He who passed the test so we shall know His eternal rest
And the end of our wounded hearts to the beginning of being blessed
The bear in its strength becomes weak and meek
And the Deer in its gentleness finds power at its peak.
The Owl turns its eyes to the moonlit skies
and the wolf sings songs at night of the prize

 

[brinny]

("...yes, I'm on linux as it's another layer of my anonymity now..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...at best they find a computer in a bistro with goblin fingerprints all over it...")

repost from a goth's "last post" thread

another glorious posting day and the goblin wishes everyone every success in their wish to escape their own reality a bit longer, "...you're as rich as everything you don't want..." the goblin ventured, adding "...but you're always poor and alone in dailylife, simply, this system couldn't survive if you were contented in it, it builds "want" in you and turns people into slaves by creating their own discontent here, buy into it and you are owned by it, and the moment one's present distraction ends, one craves the next one, but every distraction returns you to your dailylife doesn't it...",

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brinny ponders on her friends deeply philosophical perceptions and the generosity in sharing them for it is quite a gift and speaks of a generosity glimmering that is glimpsed fleetingly perhaps yet cannot be denied for the treasure it surely is.

 

[brinny]

North, south, east or west
May we follow our path as is best
May we walk in the right way, in the good way
May we learn from our elders burning like embers in the light way
and under the red and purple sunset walk
Listening of the lessons of nature in the Great Spirit's talk
And carried on the wings of golden Eagles the seals of wisdom
As the seals of our hope is in His blood like an annointing Chrism
That though the stars of heaven may fall like dying sparks in a fire
He in whose love will not retire as both our servant and sire
Shall put to rest all earthy desire in His divine attire of divine fire

The drums beat from the rest as a healing circle of which I attest
Speaks both of He who passed the test so we shall know His eternal rest
And the end of our wounded hearts to the beginning of being blessed
The bear in its strength becomes weak and meek
And the Deer in its gentleness finds power at its peak.
The Owl turns its eyes to the moonlit skies
and the wolf sings songs at night of the prize

the words wind and weave into a brilliantly hued tapestry of sorts my brother and unfolds in vibrancy and beauty of celestial proportions and what a truth it speaks of the Alpha and the Omega as it comes full circle eternally.

 

[fleamailman]

("...well he's certainly talented brinny..." replied the goblin, continuing "...yes, that's about the third or forth post he has done on this thread and each one has left me thinking, wanting more too, where perhaps if you ask him nicely, I mean your being female and all that, he'll join us more, but remember that he comes from wildest canada so he's probably etching out some meagre living through snow and ice at this point, and where too, to trek to the hardware/posting station is no mean feat now...")

repost from elsewhere, having tripped the notebook off the table without thinking, the notebook itself was later repaired but the lesson was heeded

life's lessons are always learned too late it seems, in retrospect perhaps, and yet the goblin was now forcibly making it his new habit of actually unpluging the cable from the notebook before leaving the table, saying "...so I recreate my habits like this then, where perhaps bad events do change one's life for the better if one corrects oneself by them...", also, those USB keys, which the goblin had lost from his pocket, now meant his placing them into a plastic ice-cream box instead, explaining "...accidents happen and no, it's not that these things aren't obvious now, only that it's hardly surprising the amount of accidents that happen considering the amount of instinctive actions one's does until something goes wrong amongst those actions then, simply one is just stupid by default here, a default-stupid then, why, because the actual amount of time and wisdom needed to reflect on each and every action before one does it, would mean that the day would pass even before one got out of bed...", simply, the goblin was pointing out that however clever one might be, one usually got through one's day with some default-stupid working away till something went wrong

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[brinny]

it's called bullying but it really isn't....it's beyond that realm into a more predatory-like one and pre meditated and its aim is to stomp not just the physical with woundings but the inner most regions of the victim's heart, and soul, and to shred the chosen one's mind, one sliver at a time, and slowly. it's a hunt of sorts, like a pack of jackals hounding a prey, that has no place to hide, and no one and nothing offers assistance, but stands to the side, watching the show....well now that i think bout it, it's akin to those old Roman arenas that were set up for that same sort of blood thirsty entertainment. Uncanny, how when we don;t learn from the past we are condemned to repeat it, and history does have a tendency to repeat itself, doesn't it?

 

[fleamailman]

("...ah now, you've found a picture I've used elsewhere brinny, and for something entirely different too..." mentioned the goblin liking the post and agreeing with the sentiment held within)

repost from elsewhere

Hay Since I'm cheap do you want to be my therapist. You would feel a lot better about your life if you knew mine Ha Ha

"...ah no, I'm afraid that I would only make you more mad then..." replied the goblin honestly enough, adding "...but do feel free to tell me whatever you wish to relate as I am good at listening, but be careful now, everything one way or another just seems to wind up in my posts, no never by name, only by inflection of what one reads into them I suspect...", in fact, goblins were not be trusted here, as bits of people's lives lay littered around them in posts on forumland, so the goblin simply asked in return "...but I wonder where you would notice yourself in what I have written here to date, I mean most people do relate themselves into what they are reading don't they..."

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[Forge3]

the words wind and weave into a brilliantly hued tapestry of sorts my brother and unfolds in vibrancy and beauty of celestial proportions and what a truth it speaks of the Alpha and the Omega as it comes full circle eternally.

Nice!

("...well he's certainly talented brinny..." replied the goblin, continuing "...yes, that's about the third or forth post he has done on this thread and each one has left me thinking, wanting more too, where perhaps if you ask him nicely, I mean your being female and all that, he'll join us more, but remember that he comes from wildest canada so he's probably etching out some meagre living through snow and ice at this point, and where too, to trek to the hardware/posting station is no mean feat now...")

repost from elsewhere, having tripped the notebook off the table without thinking, the notebook itself was later repaired but the lesson was heeded

life's lessons are always learned too late it seems, in retrospect perhaps, and yet the goblin was now forcibly making it his new habit of actually unpluging the cable from the notebook before leaving the table, saying "...so I recreate my habits like this then, where perhaps bad events do change one's life for the better if one corrects oneself by them...", also, those USB keys, which the goblin had lost from his pocket, now meant his placing them into a plastic ice-cream box instead, explaining "...accidents happen and no, it's not that these things aren't obvious now, only that it's hardly surprising the amount of accidents that happen considering the amount of instinctive actions one's does until something goes wrong amongst those actions then, simply one is just stupid by default here, a default-stupid then, why, because the actual amount of time and wisdom needed to reflect on each and every action before one does it, would mean that the day would pass even before one got out of bed...", simply, the goblin was pointing out that however clever one might be, one usually got through one's day with some default-stupid working away till something went wrong

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Hey thanks. Yes getting back to writing is good for the soul

My paper is gone and my ink well all but dry
can't even fill the well with a tear from my eye
Yet the gurgling brook of laughter bubbles
As if circling and softening my troubles
And the night sky a canvas for my thought
each jewled star a soul that was bought
Nature a metaphor for Divine truth
The evidence of God as a proof

Wind rustles leaves in Autumn trees
The breath of God our souls at ease
bring us all rooted to our knees
in him as trees or salt in the seas
Even Lebanon Cedars would fall
if not annointed by His call.
Fill your horns with oil today
Annoint others with love and pray.

Closing prayer:

Oh Abba who sets the planets in their motion
May we fill your cup with our devotion
Drinking of your love vaster than an ocean.

 

[fleamailman]

("...well, you're very talented indeed..." went the goblin confessing something now, explaining "...simply I never know where the talented posters are, on which forum I mean, so the most important factor for me on joining a forum somewhere is not what the forum is actually about but more simply if the posters there are both friendly and receptive towards writing in posts...", and yes, it was a trade off then in that the more the goblin got the posters to write in their posts the most the goblin got to read from them then, and the more other posters too then latched onto the idea that the forum itself could be both a place to read and a place to gain one a readership too, adding "...ah, but one has to give to get now, in that me alone and my posts become repetitive, whereas us together here and the forum becomes a magnet for both readers and livewriters alike...")

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

"...me too, where being anonymous it makes no difference whether my posts are read or not, yet it makes all the difference to me if someone actually replies now..." mentioned the goblin, adding a proviso, saying "...however, the more one's posts are viewed the more chance that that reply will come I suppose, a reply that makes me think deeply I mean, where if I had just done some blog entry in a blog somewhere, then probably either few readers would have found the entry, or fewer still would have actually replied, why, because the structure of a blog demotes its reader to either an observer or mere commentator upon the blog author's proceedings there, whereas this thread is just an open stage between us, simply we're all are equal here, it's where anyone can just lead the thread where they will by what they post...", at which point the trolls looking on where beginning to agree with the goblin' point of view here, after all leading the thread where they will it was like second nature to them

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, from a woman's interest "last post" thread, yes the mommies again

and with that the goblin felt he should join in and test himself too, saying "...this gives me an understanding into those feminine minds of yours perhaps, besides I fear I'm turning sane again, always a bad sign on this internet now, far too boring being sane that is..."

Self Tests by Psychology Today


Suspect that you may be going through menopause? Take this quiz to assess your symptoms of internet menopause.

1. Are you over 35?
Yes

2. Do you suffer from disruptive hot flashes (intense and sudden waves of heat accompanied by excessive sweating)?
Yes, some of the posts do that to me.

3. Are you experiencing uncharacteristic mood changes (e.g. sadness, irritability, etc.)?
Yes, especially on writer's forums.

4. Do your breasts feel much more sensitive or tender than usual?
No, not that I have noticed

5. Do you suffer from a certain dryness or painful intercourse?
No, I haven't come across that problem in years

6. Has your desire for, or enjoyment of, sex decreased?
Yes, my wisdom spoils it with conjectures upon the consequences

7. Has your complexion gone through noticeable changes (i.e. drier than usual, unwanted facial hair, acne, etc.)?
No, my face changes with each the forum I am on

8. Do you feel more tired than usual or have difficulty sleeping?
Yes, my postalotism keeps me awake at night

9. Have your periods become irregular (i.e. skipped periods, heavier flow, etc.)?
No, I haven't had periods since I was at school where I skipped
them often

10. Do you have difficulty concentrating or remembering things?
No, I have difficulty concentrating because I remember things.

test result 50%, comment:

What does your score mean?

"You appear to exhibit some symptoms of menopause. It is important to note however, that many of the symptoms experienced in the perimenopausal and menopausal stage can be signs of a more serious problem, so it’s extremely important to inform yourself and talk to your doctor. Although menopause itself cannot be avoided, there are ways to make the transition much more smooth and comfortable. There are many resources available that can help you better understand and deal with the events that usher you into this stage of your life."

"...goodie, I'll tell the boss then, getting a day off work perhaps to have a chat with the doctor now..." mentioned the goblin in high hopes, adding "...besides, nothing wrong with me, I am just perfectly goblin..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin was trying to think of faraway places, yet now and again the cold cut through into his thoughts as that ever bitter wind somehow peculated from outside into the silent sitting room today, outside, where the sun should have been, a dull lit sky told the goblin yet again that without gloves and a scarf his hands and face would simply burn stiff with cold, and that it was through this harsh gauntlet of cold then that the wretched goblin now had to go for those groceries once more, "...pass, give this fate to someone else, some super hero, I am not worthy, no, please no..." sighed the goblin in vain recalling those images of the titanic colliding with that grocery cart and then slowly sinking into the sea of supermarket indifference as he opened the front door taking those first steps once more to the words "...for whom the gods wish to destroy they first send them shopping through all this then..."

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[brinny]

by golly i think he's got it mused brinny in thinking about the hits and chuckling sleepily realizing also that it was in reading flea's posts slowly and contemplatively that they were best absorbed and that they should never be skimmed

 

[fleamailman]

("...I'm really enjoying this thread on this forum now..." went the goblin hoping that those who read his posts would forgive him his idiosyncrasies, explaining "...yes, unlike other edit threads where I'm working through my posts, on this forum alone I'm posting them as the mood takes me, so this then is the joker card in the forum pack, simply I can address and edit any post in my collection here...", meaning that the goblin, unable to remember what he has posted, might at some point post the same post twice then)

repost from elsewhere,

"...I never go back in person..." said the goblin now, enjoying the depth of of xxxxx's posts here, adding "...maybe when I am very old then, I'll want to see my roots again, but each time I return somewhere, the visit changes what I had of it, so perhaps my ghost are false memories even, but how often I'm just retracing my places in the past, for no reason then, like I'll walk around the garden, enter into the house, go upstairs, etc., visualizing consciously deciding my actions much like a video game then, where the hardest part in these memories are the people, how they looked, the tone of their voices, down to the clothes and even the softness of the lose old skin, no the amazing thing is not what I remember still, more it's what I had actually forgotten by now until I made a conscious effort to retrace my steps in the past objectively like this..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the topic of "should soldiers follow orders"

"...love this thread..." went the goblin now, adding "...good points, a hard balance and a difficult choice, where, if one volunteers, then one must obey, but the question arises where one is conscripted, then authority breaks down in the end, with the men either openly mutineering or worse, they start killing the officers above them as they did in vietnam and in most previous wars where it is protracted...", somehow the goblin's mind just went back to the dutch war of independence and how insane and animalistic it all became in the end, adding "...like the ring in the hobbit then, war just turns men into gollums, where the longer they're exposed the harder becomes their return to being docile placid civilians afterwards..."

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[fleamailman]

reply from elsewhere, the goblin opening up a bit, but with both barrels

you waste your time goblin, no one reads this stuff?

"...now that's better, though your heckles only betray you even more than this hitcount does, and I am flattered by it too..." replied the goblin now, explaining "...so you claim that I waste my time upon something which engages me to parry your barbs with replies that I then finalize into a finished post, which is hardly a waste of time since something remains of it now, whereas I wonder what you do with your posts, and yet still youl return here to see what I have written, but who is wasting their time by returning to that which they don't like now, well it's not me between us..."

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[fleamailman]

(6000hits in three months by 224post, am I a livewriter or what..." smiled the goblin knowing it actually meant nothing and couldn't be done without the other here, saying "...oh, anyone can do this, just you have decide upon doing it and understand that it's far more than you've bargained for..."

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

"...there is no thread on this whole wide Internet that I would rather read than this one then, oh and by now I am on so many forums that it seems that there just isn't enough goblin to go round now, but, when here, they all seem like chatter, or me being clever...." ventured the goblin, continuing "...but no, here it's me listening, following each word of your posts for no other motive than you tell me something and I listen, and afterwards, an inner silence is returned to me each time I do now, so the angel is not there to be nice, but perhaps her gift of sobriety is still a gift is it not, a taste of salt that helps one cede the superfluous, where it's the same boat for us all xxxxx, but none of those other forums sees the boat quite like you lupusbots can, you pilot me then where we're no different, just that elsewhere sleeps on it seems..."

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[brinny]

how does one see past the chaos or even escape it, those swirlings of confusion intermingled darkly with a pall of dreariness that hung like a death drape, smothering out light, and hope, and life. Lost soul enmeshed in a curse that spanned generations, i was blind and deaf and oblivious to it. Only in the gazing of the night sky did i see glimmers of something more. It spoke to my forlorn, lost soul like handwriting on a wall. And i in turn spoke back, silent and mournfully. Somehow this soul cry was interpreted into words i could not express. It wasn't till much later that i realized i was heard.

Casting Crowns Set Me Free - YouTube

 

[Forge3]

reply from elsewhere, the goblin opening up a bit, but with both barrels

"...now that's better, though your heckles only betray you even more than this hitcount does, and I am flattered by it too..." replied the goblin now, explaining "...so you claim that I waste my time upon something which engages me to parry your barbs with replies that I then finalize into a finished post, which is hardly a waste of time since something remains of it now, whereas I wonder what you do with your posts, and yet still youl return here to see what I have written, but who is wasting their time by returning to that which they don't like now, well it's not me between us..."

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Oh my . Lol

 

[fleamailman]

("...well I love this forum..." went the goblin thanking Forge3 for his comment and wondering how he ever got accepted here, but now that he had he promised to be a model goblin then, if ever there was a model goblin that is, saying "...out of respect I'll mostly keep to this thread then, where if I do make a foray outside, it will either be through someone's provocation towards me or through my sympathy towards them...", and with that the read brinny's latest and posted his next then)

repost from elsewhere, where often the goblin is actually addressing himself in replying to others

"...simply you owe it to your pen to continue writing now..." started the goblin, adding "...life's angels are not there to be nice, they're there to help you shine in their reflection, where what would be the point of your pen at all if your evident ability, and their fate too, were all simply met by your running away like this...", in fact, the goblin often felt that those who wrote for money were cheap writers, while those who wrote for fame were vain ones, but far worse then either of those two was a writer who flinched form his muse, adding "...your muse has picked you now, so can't you do justice to her then, or are you really leaving writing like this...", "...quo vadis.." ever whispered the muse's voice in the back of the goblin's mind, adding "...besides there's nowhere to run to either goblin, so take up your pen once more, this time is ours I believe..."

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