write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[fleamailman]

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the goblin was delighted, saying "...yay, another human who writes well in her posts, and she's good too, so now, should I let be, or just comment from time to time...", and with this goblin somehow knew that the others would join in now, saying "...blogs are so cold aren't they humans, but not these threads, why so, because we share them together, not my thread nor yours but ours now...", and with that the goblin just fell quiet for a while looking forward to what xxxxx might post next, adding "...and besides, this thread will get more hits to it than your blog ever did or will, and many a time I've tried to tell you humans about sharing on threads, perhaps now you'll believe me, for you'll see that this thread is just a taste of things to come between us..."

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[brinny]

I like that baby's thinkin'

 

[brinny]

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"...ah but it is not so human, for what is so where it cannot be proved..." replied the goblin, thinking of j m barrie, continuing "...that is, that our forumland is simply whatever one portrays of oneself here, forumland is just the sum total of all these portrayals then, where you have no disability whatsoever bar the one you carry around with you, so dump it and let the slot become your moterbike anew, letting these threads pass below your wheels now on that fabled journey to self once more...", somehow that line if you can't live without it then you are not ready for it summed up the goblin approach always, adding "...race you then, think you can catch me human, I do want you to..."

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in some ways i agree, flea...your post has more depth and support than you may realize or have intended......there is an element however that i wonder about....and that is that you perhaps believe your talent derives from a kind'a greedy source that, like the plant that eats flies, must be fed, and with each feeding, surpasses the size of the one feeding it.

 

[brinny]

...about the motorcycle....that would be on my list of 100 things to do before dying (getting a motorcycle and riding it like the wind)

 

[fleamailman]

in some ways i agree, flea...your post has more depth and support than you may realize or have intended......there is an element however that i wonder about....and that is that you perhaps believe your talent derives from a kind of greedy source that, like the plant that eats flies, must be fed, and with each feeding, surpasses the size of the one feeding it.

"...well yes brinny, it's feeding and you feed me will now, where a number of my post are written in reply to that which you or others have fed me here, just like my posts fed you in return..." replied the goblin adding "...yet at times my post is from something fed to me many years back, even to the point that where I don't remember where or when I ate it...", in other words either from himself alone or from others around him then, concluding "...so livewriting is a correspondence either with personas or with past events, where a clear distinction is not there for me, but where at its simplest it's just writing in reacting to something that one is facing..."

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[brinny]

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the creator of that self, or the generator of it is still there, nonetheless....of course brinny is quite aware that she doesn't always play by the rules....even those of the seemingly non-ruled with their breaking of convention, or so it seems, yet still are prone to rules of engagement so to speak, just their own newly created ones...

 

[fleamailman]

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the goblin crawled into the bistro with a hangover, homed in on his usual chair and then sat down avoiding in turn the bucksom barmaid, her cakes, and above all and any drinks other than coffee coffee coffee coffee, somehow the goblin now knew how edgar allan poe had probably got his idea for "the fall of the house of Usher" novel, where the hero could hear her scratching fingernails on the coffin, and how each sound seemed amplified annoying and caused guilt within him too, "...ah yes, perhaps then, like me, he had come into the bistro the morning after too..." mentioned the goblin in passing

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[brinny]

yer an original, a trailblazer of sorts my friend...i really do look forward to seeing whatever you might decide to post next

 

[fleamailman]

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valentine's day and love plays little part in the goblin's life these days, or was it more perhaps that the line between "love" and "duty" had blurred to the point where he could say that he loved someone, or something, but that it was not anything like the love he once known, where being in love was an all engulfing fire from within, "...I love my family, and would die for them, I love work knowing that I will work till they no longer need me, I love forumland too and the growth of one's alter ego by the practice of posting, yes but all this, and everything else, seems me being in control as an adult now, or at least as someone of my age should be..." the goblin paused, and sighed "...ah no, uncontrolled passionate love was me a long time ago, sadly I have grown wise to love..."

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[fleamailman]

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without any real coffee here, the goblin's mind turns back to where he was at this point, just sitting in an Internet cafe in london's earls court road with full day to himself as a tourist in the city that he grew up in and seeing everything as if one was looking at some ex girlfriend, knowing why it ended yet still wasting thoughts on "what if we were still together, and what if..., etc", but living in london had been a crushing mistress back then, and today too, the cold damp impersonality of place leaves no doubt in the goblin's mind as to why he left her back then for geneva, and anyway, as one by one of those last remaining family ties snap, the goblin simply knew that he was slowly casting this unforgiving city to his memory as if ridding on by most unlikely to return

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[food4thought]

I find channeling my inner monkey to be too difficult a task this morning... or is it late night? I can't tell...

Anyways, it seems we all have a somewhat morbid streak in us somewhere, remembering times and places long dead, yet alive somehow in our memories for better or worse... I remember a time I spent living in Grand Rapids, MI... in a hotel room, with no friends or company other than cable TV, the internet, and the trusty Playstation II. Such a deep and crushing despair had come over me that I forsook all company and fellowship for fear of having my thoughts and felings spread like some deadly disease. Yes, and there was the selfish nature in me that resented other's intrusions into my own little world of self loathing and fearful introspection.

Funny, and OHHHH sooo wonderful, how the love of someone else for you can bring out the love in you for life, and even the turmoil of personal relationships. Such it was for me, with my loving parents reaching out for me as one holding a lifejacket and riding a solid ship, while I treaded water (barely) in the midst of a mid-ocean hurricane. God bless them.

 

[fleamailman]

"...it's coming together..." observed the goblin thinking upon the monkey's post, saying "...yes a couple more months of this and you'll be quite mad for sure, though madness has more mileage for one's thoughts it seems, and indeed it was one thing simply to know something but it's amazing when one knows why one knows by finding the answer by one's pen as if proving that one had done one's homework by it...", and with that the goblin laughed, smiling "...hah, hardly sanity, true, but one mustn't fear one's alter ego here, it's just the self that one denies in dailylife, a discrepancy caused be the anonymous freedom of forumland set against those real life considerations that don't exist here, so my role is merely to get you to post more, why, because what you post feeds me..."

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[fleamailman]

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"...just repression and unrest again as seen by this, the end of the western hegemony today..." replied the goblin, explaining "...don't empires first grow gaining wealth at all levels by the subjugation of foreign lands and peoples, the wealth being cheap labour and raw materials, the western roman empire for example, but once they can no longer feed off those externals, having nowhere readily to enslave, they start to feed off the lower levels of the system instead, where the poor become increasingly regulated by the rich that become increasingly isolated, and where too, like in the late west roman empire again, the individual is increasingly trapped, unable to relocate, unable to advance in class, and stuck with an ever devaluing currency, breeding an unrest which in turn calls for more repression, much as seen by the total newslessness of news coverage of the media of late, the suppression of protests at home, the increased number of crimes, hasher penalties, swelling of prison numbers and their populations, all of which had their parallels with rome's final fall in ad 410...", simply the goblin was pointing out that current events were no different from previous times, that prisons in both number and capacity would increase in conjunction with an understanding here, that in any system where the 1%, in the name of free trade, have goods produced in poor countries to sell in rich countries to make money that is then syphoned off to their tax-havens is both unsustainable and bond to lead to an ever increasing cycle of unrest and repression

 

[food4thought]

"...it's coming together..." observed the goblin thinking upon the monkey's post, saying "...yes a couple more months of this and you'll be quite mad for sure, though madness has more mileage for one's thoughts it seems, and indeed it was one thing simply to know something but it's amazing when one knows why one knows by finding the answer by one's pen as if proving that one had done one's homework by it...", and with that the goblin laughed, smiling "...hah, hardly sanity, true, but one mustn't fear one's alter ego here, it's just the self that one denies in dailylife, a discrepancy caused be the anonymous freedom of forumland set against those real life considerations that don't exist here, so my role is merely to get you to post more, why, because what you post feeds me..."

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"Oh, I am already quite mad" says the monkey with a slight shake of his tail, "or at least that's what the doctors want me to think... it seems to me that madness would be denying what is right there in your face, whether it be good or bad... but that wouldn't be healthy, though."

The monkey took a gulp of strong coffee softened by liquid creamer, sighed and looked down for a time. Shaking his head no, he says "To me, it is not a matter of healthy or madness or even goodness or badness, but truth. I am obsesed with knowing what is actually true about my experience. Sadly, I find that much of my experience is true only to me subjectively, and thus confusion must reign supreme in my day to day interactions. Yet it does provide some excellent writing material, ehh, Goblin?" [giggles softly] "As you said, the more we experience of reality, the more surreal it appears!"

 

[brinny]

*sits back and watches with interest as this surreal genius-like duo treasure unfolds*

 

[food4thought]

"Forgive me," said the monkey, with a little pain in his expression; "I feel as though in seeking to feed you and myself, I have poisoned the food with something that led me to a place I do not wish to return, and would have no one else have to endure." Obviously thinking of past hurts, the monkey took a moment to compose his thoughts...

"Perhaps it is better to wonder than to know for certain, perhaps badness and goodness and healthy mean more to most people than the raw truth, still bloody and inedible even for those of us with a pentiant for eating what people would puke over. I know the person Who is the truth, and that is enough for me, no matter that my flesh nature cries out 'Feed ME, Seymour!" The monkey laughed a little, then wandered away in search of some better food for his brain, sure to return with some excellent goodies to share.

 

[fleamailman]

("...and I'll be here on your return..." replied the goblin, adding "...but remember to store your posts, for that truth that you seek is probably something crystallized in posting/reposting I believe, perhaps rather like van gogh's repeated attempts at drawing sunflower, just you by your posts perhaps...", at which point the goblin was waiting upon brinny's post)

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"...thanks for keeping me company and I love your insights xxxxx..." replied the goblin honestly enough, adding "...end of the world soon, but if one knows it, then all the more reason to sit in the bistro editing posts MYAHAHAHA, yes, creature of habit I am and probably I would actually ask if was ok to arrange deckchairs until the ship sinks, but if one knew that the ship was sinking and that there was nothing one could do, then continuing normally just shows one who one is to oneself I suppose...", somehow the goblin then remembered the line he had often used on his failing mother, repeating it aloud one last time "...now now mum, you mustn't drown before the ships sinks...", and then watching her slowly mentally drown away and died some time after that, where somehow she had set the example of how to arrange deck chairs with courage and dignity, so today too, the goblin just used that line on himself instead since it was the same boat for us all regardless of if when then

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[brinny]

as Thanksgiving Day approaches, thoughts of the many blessings that have been endowed on me fill my heart, mind, and soul to overflowing....i should've died so many times, yet here i am. Surviving such odds is inexplicable. And during this journey it has been made clear to me that there is a reason, a purpose in me being here. I believe it is the same for all of us. Some do not believe in guardian angels. I do. Once, when i was taking a medication, one of the side effects is that it lowered my blood pressure, dangerously so. I was standing at the top of a staircase, got dizzy, passed out, and fell head first. Someone heard a loud thump, and came and found me curled up in a fetal-like position, but illogically so. It was as if someone had turned me mid-fall so that i fell with the least damage or injury. i had no serious injury, and the angle i fell protected my head. i believe an angel protected me during that fall, and i believe in the One Who sent the angel. It is for Him and His protection and blessings i am most thankful for. He's been there inexplicably, when no one else has been. He DOES lead me on a path that beautifully unfolds in peace, safety, and blessing, against all odds. Hey, i'm still here, and I can't explain it. It is what it is.

 

[Forge3]

Hi Brinny. When I was a teenager I got drunk and passed out in the middle of the road. This was at night, on a blind crescent so the driver might have one second or two at most to react. And I was laid out across the yellow line. A voice woke me up. A lady from way up in an apartment building was shouting down to me I recall. I don't know how long I laid there. And here we are endeavoring to follow the Lord daily in all things. I may write a poem after pondering this later. Just woke up recently.

 

[brinny]

Amen brother. God has brought us all through so much, some of which we cannot explain. Praise God you survived, my friend, brother in Christ, and son of the Most High God.