write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin, over his coffee once more, was trying to guess what admin was actually thinking at this point, somehow the words floated to the fore, "well, my mother always said that on forums one comes across "trolls", "regulars" and "writers", and for sanity sake, it's best to shot all "writers" on sight, I mean they do let the side down so", "...amazing telepathy..." went the voice in the background

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[fleamailman]

("...why you accept me on this forum I do not know, yet I appreciate your kindness thinking you're nuts at the same time..." went that goblin very happy though, adding "...I suppose we share the goal of increased readership then...")

repost form elsewhere, the heavy metal forum's "last post" thread

“...well, it just happened in an instant, and he was just there right in front all of them, it was like wow, he was absolutely electric, as this god like voice just took over from the music with a microphone that seemed to the capture both speakers and those onlooking fans alike, its unbridled words crashing into ones conscience like a wave of perfection, at perfect pitch, he sang “...I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...” as a primeval surge went up from the gig joint at that point, continuing “...just like the ones I used to know...”, I tell you this guy could do no wrong now, the fans were simply his as if transcended at this point, fed on an ambrosia that only a real artist like this could offer “...where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow...”, magic!, you'll be hearing a lot more of this guy for sure, just remember the name "Bing Crosby" and that you heard it first here folks

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[brinny]

Steve (Cf member "stelow") is having a feeding tube inserted today. He had been cancer-free, but it has returned. He posted this song today. I'm asking others to pray along for him.

MercyMe - The Hurt & The Healer with lyrics - YouTube

(A Psalm of David, Maschil.)
"Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man unto whom the LORD imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile. When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah. I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, I will confess my transgressions unto the LORD; and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin. Selah. For this shall every one that is godly pray unto thee in a time when thou mayest be found: surely in the floods of great waters they shall not come nigh unto him. Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah. I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye. Be ye not as the horse, or as the mule, which have no understanding: whose mouth must be held in with bit and bridle, lest they come near unto thee. Many sorrows shall be to the wicked: but he that trusteth in the LORD, mercy shall compass him about. Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart." ~Psalm 32

 

[fleamailman]

("...I will brinny, yet life's angels are not there to be nice, they're there to help us shine in their reflection, so instead of my praying, I'm putting on the scarf with matching cap, then braving the cold to stand in the stalls shouting to Steve to win on now..." replied the goblin whose mind went back to saneca's famous line misfortune is the chance to show character, saying "...pain to open the eyes, if god had wanted weakness he wouldn't have giving one these angels to wrestle now, so back to the match please, but remember the truth that nobody has any more life than anyone else, simply it's winning this life a day at a time and not letting the side down till one must, so now, should I be asking god to lower the challenge here, or trusting in god instead that he knows how to grow me still...")

repost from elsewhere, new

"...the posts are wonderful and make good reading between you..." went the goblin liking the effort here, and knowing how hard it was to commit oneself to the continuity of it, saying "...a sense of deadline and a feeling of audience is all that is on offer here to anyone who would care to post upon this thread now, where some will join in and others will drop out, just that in the end you were here and this was your moment then for the rest of us to witness, yes perhaps that's all this ever was then, but still this was you and as such was of more value than those externals..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from here, finished

He had been cancer-free, but it has returned. He posted this song today. I'm asking others to pray along for him.

"...I will in my way, yet life's angels are not there to be nice, they're there to help us shine in their reflection, so instead of my praying, I'm putting on the scarf with matching cap, then braving the cold I'll stand in the stalls shouting to xxxxx to win on now..." replied the goblin whose mind went back to saneca's famous line misfortune is the chance to show character, saying "...pain to open the eyes, if god had wanted weakness he wouldn't have giving one these angels to wrestle now, so back to the match please, but remember the truth that nobody has any more life than anyone else, simply it's winning this life a day at a time and not letting the side down till one must, so now, should I be asking god to lower the challenge here, or trusting in god instead that he knows how to grow me still..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, new

“...can anyone tell me how six democrats coming together with six republicans under a president with executive powers can remotely be interpreted as a democracy then, let alone a viable democracy, in present day america...” asked the goblin, suspecting that the american electoral system of today was about as far off from the original idea envisaged by those founding fathers, as east is from west now, adding “...surely whichever hand picked groomed candidate lands the presidency, he'll just abide by the collusion of interests with that system, where a democracy has to have alternatives to be remotely credible, and where the people are given no alternative bar that which is chosen for them, moreover, it's funny how protests abroad are both supported or commented upon whereas protests at home are either suppressed or go nigh unreported by the mainstream media, simply the system itself has become the antichrist by default, and yet the system together with ourdearmedia is after all the devil one knows so everyone just accepts it without question...”

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[Forge3]

Oh creator I marvel at the elegance of your designs
In you the light of truth always shines
Diamond on grass or from our eyes
our hope in you a sunrise
to dry the diamond from our eyes.

The worm transforms in a chrysalis
You would enrobe us with your bliss.
You make a Saint out of a fallen soul
and diamonds from a lump of coal.
You take the broken and make them whole.

You welcomed us even when we were as a stranger
You gave us new birth from out of your manger.
And 40 days in the desert you did fast
So hungry souls may feast on love at last.
You are both our helm and mast.

You came up from the waters His Son
To join us to the ever lasting one.
That we may become little in you
as children of what is true
And in that magnify you.

You taught us that the heavens of heaven
is raised up as with loving leaven
777 the number of Him brethren
Love raised Jesus from the dead
Now he is our manna...Bread.

From the womb and to the tomb
His ressurection we assume.
And out of this a flower will bloom.
Even out of a desert and very dry
Young flowers grow under His eye.

And gold is chaff at His feet
He is both great and meak
Always seeking the weak.
The Shepherd of His little lambs
His love Flows as if water from broken dams.

Many things shall pass my freinds
but not the love that never ends
Or love which brokeness mends.
The Christ that payed the price
Unites us...oh great device.

Heartfelt work grows purely
And Him who has saved us surely
Simple joys are Holy.
Day be day build your secret surely
Stone by stone for His glory.

Take your time and go slowly
for him that is all Holy
Beyond time as eternity.
We are one in Him Our endless hymn
United by love that never grows slim.

My confidence in the Lord is true
So I share this with you
with all that He wants to do
My love in Him reaches out
with that which keeps us afloat.

Divine love will never end my friends
than the love He always sends
that very love that mends.
Prophecies will cease in thir own time
On our heavenly climb to the sublime.

We are unto Him a treasure in His measure
Mystical union is both of our pleasures.
His love is not a simple gesture.
We are so precious that he would dress us
with His own robes just to bless us.

 

[fleamailman]

("...great poem, real talent..." went the goblin )

repost from elsewhere, the goblin facing his ghosts of the past again

“...it is bad enough being cheated by those alive around me when I am doing my best to support my family in an honest manner, but I do hope that I don't find out at some later point that some external hand was also making my life somewhat unfortunate at the moment, though perhaps I should be thankful for making it easier to cut off from my past by it...” voiced the goblin upon learning amongst other things that his mother's jewellery had now been handed over to his ex wife and other members of the family, whereupon the goblin just explained his stance “...in life there are winners and losers, where the losers do lose yet they don't need to stick around losing on, whereas in death there are those whose memory one treasures together with those whose memory fades in the light of what they did or didn't do...”

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...the worst compliment is the one that actually stops you from continuing, besides what one writes only has to please one person now, the one who has to live with what he has written..." mentioned the goblin continuing "...for imagine if you liked it and no one else did, would you stop writing just because of them then, van gogh's fate perhaps, or conversely imagine they loved it while you alone didn't, would you become arthur conan doyle here churning out yet more sherlock holmes books...", so the goblin played to the crowd, yes, but he actually wrote for himself just as his anonymity proved

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[brinny]

i can relate, since much of my seeded trailings seem to flit around like butterflies and are consequentially overlooked by the masses....but then again they are not planted for the masses, are they? And they must be what they are. It is what it is. And sometimes that's all there is. And sometimes that is enough.

 

[brinny]

Oh creator I marvel at the elegance of your designs
In you the light of truth always shines
Diamond on grass or from our eyes
our hope in you a sunrise
to dry the diamond from our eyes.

The worm transforms in a chrysalis
You would enrobe us with your bliss.
You make a Saint out of a fallen soul
and diamonds from a lump of coal.
You take the broken and make them whole.

You welcomed us even when we were as a stranger
You gave us new birth from out of your manger.
And 40 days in the desert you did fast
So hungry souls may feast on love at last.
You are both our helm and mast.

You came up from the waters His Son
To join us to the ever lasting one.
That we may become little in you
as children of what is true
And in that magnify you.

You taught us that the heavens of heaven
is raised up as with loving leaven
777 the number of Him brethren
Love raised Jesus from the dead
Now he is our manna...Bread.

From the womb and to the tomb
His ressurection we assume.
And out of this a flower will bloom.
Even out of a desert and very dry
Young flowers grow under His eye.

And gold is chaff at His feet
He is both great and meak
Always seeking the weak.
The Shepherd of His little lambs
His love Flows as if water from broken dams.

Many things shall pass my freinds
but not the love that never ends
Or love which brokeness mends.
The Christ that payed the price
Unites us...oh great device.

Heartfelt work grows purely
And Him who has saved us surely
Simple joys are Holy.
Day be day build your secret surely
Stone by stone for His glory.

Take your time and go slowly
for him that is all Holy
Beyond time as eternity.
We are one in Him Our endless hymn
United by love that never grows slim.

My confidence in the Lord is true
So I share this with you
with all that He wants to do
My love in Him reaches out
with that which keeps us afloat.

Divine love will never end my friends
than the love He always sends
that very love that mends.
Prophecies will cease in thir own time
On our heavenly climb to the sublime.

We are unto Him a treasure in His measure
Mystical union is both of our pleasures.
His love is not a simple gesture.
We are so precious that he would dress us
with His own robes just to bless us.

Good grief! This is awesomely woven in depths too many to describe.

 

[Forge3]

Good grief! This is awesomely woven in depths too many to describe.

Thanks. I wrote this yesterday

I wonder if I will be able to publish some of this someday.

 

[brinny]

i pray so. You've GOT to share your gift.

 

[Forge3]

i pray so. You've GOT to share your gift.

Maybe in the Church bulletin at least

 

[brinny]

that's a start. Awesome! The church i used to attend did that...they posted poems and art work by the congregation....yer on to sumthin' here brother...go for it!!

 

[fleamailman]

Thanks. I wrote this yesterday, I wonder if I will be able to publish some of this someday.

at which point the goblin smiled, saying "...if you're any good those readers will follow you to here, so you don't need to publish, for this is as good a venue as any published ebook might be, but let's bet 10,000 hits between us by christmas, and 100,000 hit in three years time...", where everyone just thought that the goblin was either joking or just plain crazy, yet the goblin himself who was an old hand at livewriting had no doubt whatsoever, saying "...it's not that which you publish now, it's your persona from that which you publish that you must focus upon here, I mean plenty of writers out there already, but they're not seeing themselves upon forumland, so in return no one sees them here either...", "...don't trust to goblins, they always have an agenda..." warned the voices in the background once more, but perhaps for brinny and forge3 it was fast growing too late as they contemplated their possible readership now

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[brinny]

brinny ponders, not quite sure her inner child agrees with her friend and munches on the experiential salad with cocoa of all things in the dressing with the greeneries....it's worth a ponder brinny's inner child supposes, continuing to contemplae her fish-topped menagerie

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

morning, and the goblin's bistro session is full swing now but his thoughts were still random, simply he was finding his depth again, explaining "...actually, you win each time you post something, yes, but in fact one wins wherever one posts too, oh yes, not just on some "last post" thread now..." continuing "...and yet, isn't dailylife always calling one away with its needs each time, until one notices the duration of time rendered to dailylife against all that one has, or moreover might of, posted on forumland, feeling cheated perhaps, blaming oneself for not having posted more often at more depth then...", the goblin was being rhetorical now, looking at himself again, where he knew he never won against anyone else here, for they too had their own journey to self to make, just that the goblin was fed up with conceding to his dailylife, with all its too compelling petty concerns, yet more time then, sighing "...oh, and dailylife my dear humans is passed master at creating all sorts of plausible reasons for one to break off one's journey to self here, in a life that is ever shorter than one calculates..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, having it out with writers on the "what is the biggest problem you face when writing" thread

"...um well now, I suppose that be would be the other posters here I guess..." replied the goblin without malice though, simply explaining "...I mean, when one knows that one is actually addressing some shakespeare, einstein, hemmingway and abraham lincolm in one's replies now, those writing juices seem to burst forth from within one, moreover, my fingers too, seem to dance across this keyboard ready to adorn these threads with illustrated intellectualizations the likes of which humanity can barely thank me enough for, and yet, when one is actually fighting some wretched realization then, that alas, it's probably you lot who are reading this post now, that vessel of imaginative thought does seem to flounder somewhat upon these rocks of reality, where simply inspiration becomes determination, ah but you need not feel too sorry for me now, for I can continue to carry this hardship with forbearance knowing someone has to do imaginative posts between us..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, new, the "where the buck stops" thread

"...nah, it's more likely to stop at the end of the year..." mentioned the goblin, continuing "...those bush administration's tax breaks end this year where in their place mandatory spending cuts kick in, plus the fact that capital gains tax is set to go up 85%, europe is going bankrupt, etc., so all ticks over well with a flood of investors selling stuff before the capital gains tax kicks in, right till after the election but then whoever gets into power lands himself into the worst situation possible, a shortfall and unavoidable inflation probably neatly hidden behind some war...", in fact, the point to note was that the US treasury bonds only offered 1.5% on ten years, so why are they still buying them where absolutely anything else would earn one a better return, why so then, because no one knows what is actually sound and what is rotten within the financial system such is the level of distrust today, where both gold and silver might be nationalized like they were back in 1932, so treasury bonds do at least spell something that is nationalization proof..."

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