write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[brinny]

Originally Posted by brinny
write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

In other words, reject God Himself.

Well hello there. not sure how you surmised that conclusion, but nevertheless, it is quite surreal and perhaps your goal was to add a bit of irony or tongue in cheek, or oppositional logic to the thread. If so, it fits perfectly here, because that's what nonsensical means, and you've succeeded on a grand scale. Congrats, and welcome to the thread.

 

[fleamailman]

"...ah no, something known cannot be unknown..." smiled the goblin watching the rain slowly turn to snow today, adding "...and besides, anything in your heart is bound come out in your pen too...", in fact, the goblin was much indebted to brinny then, why, because in starting this thread and setting the pace herself she had then asked everyone to dance upon its snow like surface here where the goblin had obliged noting how he danced upon it, saying "...humans, all I ever see of you are these posted footprints between us where you're seeing yourselves by what you post, oh yes you might pretend otherwise, dismiss it as unimportant too, or even state that you know all about yourself already, but you do know better don't you, moreover it's not a bad thing to find out who you are by what you post, where the external slips into your past yet the internal is ever this strange dance then, so dance now, our dance doesn't come twice..."

 

[brinny]

You got it right about the dancing flea, as you have your dance and i have mine, even if they may be going in diff'rent directions. My inside "self"? Not a pretty sight, my friend, and not healthy for man or beast. but then again, those who reside in infernally dark, bottomless pits of despair rarely are, are they?

o web of darkness
infernal despair
deeply dark
insidious sneer
go ahead, cry
nobody cares
cuz
all is lost
to
all
who
enter
here.

Casting Crowns Set Me Free - YouTube

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

and with the goblin just felt that what was probably coming, was indeed coming, and yet he seemed to ask himself what contingency plans was in place here should those volcanoes just follow their repetitive nature of "first the one, then the other" here, so the goblin just said "...admittedly the katla volcano, which is thought to be ten times more powerful than this now erupting eyjafjallajökull volcano, might not cause as big a volcanic discharge into the air as the laki volcano did in 1783, but clearly the devastation, not just to iceland itself, but to most of northern europe is something, a little bit more newsworthy then, than perhaps the media coverage being offered at this point, where perhaps their contingency plan is "well, just don't mention it, and perhaps it might blow over"..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQwQMx3jixc

 

[fleamailman]

("...tell me what you think of this then, if someone hasn't already put up this stream on this forum somewhere..." suggested the goblin, adding "...the question it poses for me is one of tolerance towards someone going it alone as I do now, and whether it will lead to those who proclaim god merely to retain their jobs, and what else the state will enforce upon it citizens next, will jews and muslims be next then on the exemption from employment list...")

A Year in Jail for Not Believing in God? - YouTube

 

[brinny]

i have an abhorrence for impositions of that sort, especially ones mandated by law. I do, however believe that one should be free to speak of their God without hindrance, but that's another matter.

 

[fleamailman]

("...nice reply brinny..." mentioned the goblin agreeing with that then)

repost from elsewhere, someone who had posted a music stream by satie

the goblin loved that piece by satie, saying "...quite haunting isn't it...", while softly outside the quiet night too slowly reminded the goblin that he should have been asleep by now if not before, and yet, in reposting his posts here, he had got caught up in their editing again, where once more those little typos clearly had all the hallmark of that whyly dislexsick fairy upon them, and where not her actually, the likes of ambiguity, contradiction and vagueness vied for the goblin's attention here, "...ah yes, I'm quite mad..." said the goblin about it, continuing "...indeed, but not just any old madness will do for me it seems, no each studied madness has to retain a conveyed continuity throughout for it is to be credible to its reader, for like hypnosis, it's all suggestive here and only works through one's imagination upon a willing subject...", the goblin knew there was more, but the thieving clock and the sandman were quite adamant in their calling out "off to bed with you goblin, for tomorrow you'll regret how you hadn't slept sooner", yet the goblin had long realised that there was always a regret wherever choice is concerned, or else there wouldn't be a choice that is, simply he continued editing on regardless of the late passing hour, just it seemed the lesser of two regrets

Gnossienne for piano No. 1, Lent (Slowly) - Erik Satie - YouTube

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the mommies again

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me thinks estrogen trumps phony titles any day

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Yes Ma'am! Those are not simple hot flashes, those are POWER surges, and they don't call 'em that for nothing!

the goblin noted that life was like keep on keeping on, "...one could give up but it would still be here carrying on without one, like this blank space waiting for one's post..." but he feared he was being too intellectual again, besides his mind was now sidetracked to the scene where doctor frankenstein calls out to igor "...another power surge, another power surge then, it's coming alive..." and then in a flash the goblin suddenly deduced how the author mary shelley got her idea in the first place

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[toLiJC]

some evil birds and foxes forgathered and said : "let us go nibble someone", and they found some people in the land of tam, and began to attack them systematically, but one day came the Argus and said: "what are those flies and mouses?!", and at the same time they were blown by His breath

 

[fleamailman]

("...nice post welcome aboard..." went the goblin, adding "...hope you get the most from your posts here...")

repost from elsewhere

Look, you annoying goblin, a sock puppet is a second account, that's all.

"...yes but which account it first account, and what does it matter..." replied the goblin somewhat unimpressed and very much aware that no one was discussing what it actually was for that was rather obvious even for an annoyed human but more importantly how could something which couldn't actually be proved either way have any importance at all, laughing "...even the first account is a sock because one only has to create a second account to make it so, or a third account, or log in from a different server forgive me but didn't they teach you anything in troll school then, you do understand what I'm saying I hope, it's not two accounts make a sock, any account can be that sock...", where the simplest question to ask oneself is how can I prove to others here that I am not a sock then, and then, when one clearly realises that one can't prove it at all one sees the whole topic differently

xxxx

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, someone who had thanked him

"...nothing to ever thank me for..." replied the goblin, adding "...only that nothing on forumland is ever safe now, therefore I need to store my stuff across as many forums as possibly while I still can, so the effort is neither as selfless nor as kind as it may look...", in fact, the goblin always enjoyed being on all those forums that he posted to, yet he never really trusted any of them for any sort of permanence, "...here one moment, gone the next as they say, well that's just forumland for you...", ventured the goblin about it, while outside another dull day simply progressed and passed on overhead, though by contrast inside the bistro the goblin's mind, constantly fueled on coffee and the odd croissant, ran at full throttle through the new posts across the threads again, accepting that any published book would probably be far more concise, more educating, and correctly written too, true, and yet, all those books had just one thing in common, they were in effect dead and published, with their author beyond reach, "...ah but none of you are dead here I hope, and for that reason alone I eagerly read through your livewritings without knowing what you might write next, where you thank me now, but shouldn't we be thanking each other, I mean for our being both author and reader between us

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

'I know.' She replies. 'I just wish I could be me elsewhere too, not just sat behind a computer screen.' She wipes the tears, and sticks the 1960s classics CD on.

"...a life of wendy or of peter pan then..." replied the goblin, adding "...that of one's dailylife or of one's forumland then, where no one is forcing you to be here now, but forumland is what you make of it, whereas dailylife is what it makes of you..."

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[brinny]

There is a line in 'Elizabeth'....she is being arrested and charged with treason. Her friend whispers to her before they take her off "Remember who you are". Profound words. A reminder isn't it to stay hold of who we are no matter what, and if we don't know, to find out then.

 

[fleamailman]

("...loved that line, brinny you're a credit to this forum..." went the goblin)

repost from elsewhere, new, perhaps not one of my best then

Am I showing my naivety here? Is it an American thing? First time I ever read hump day I thought it was a predictive text error, now I see it all over Facebook and I have no idea what it is. I get that 'Hump Day' is Wednesday, or rather Wednesday is 'Hump day', what I want to know is why? It's one of those little things that will bug me until I understand it. Can someone please explain?

"...well it could be because most americans can't spell wednesday or find it too much effort to even try..." suggested the goblin, adding "...just remember, it's funday, bumday, shoesday, humpday, herpsday, friesday, and finally sixpackday, um, and welcome to the good old united states of armchair viewers, yes the land of the tv no less, where life liberty and the pursuit of superbawl somehow sets them apart from everyone else..."

xxxxx

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

once more seated between his coffee and his computer, slowly the goblin closes up his latest "today" and places it neatly into his past now as yet one more "today" in a line of so many "todays" stretching back to a point beyond his own memory even, where his mind, having a quick guess of how many memories he must now have memorized by now against some rough total of "todays" he has lived, feels cheated at how little he actually remembers of his long life, even if he tries to deflect the self-resentment with a quick retort like "...alright, but what does anyone owe their past anyway, and how can someone pay it back in kind now...", while outside, upon the cold wet street, as if to echo the goblin's pensive reflective mood inside himself, the morning's rain had just continued unbroken on through his "today" on up to this now late evening moment, until in the end, and upon giving up too, the goblin simply said "...well I guess we owe it to our past not to forget it, but how we do so easily forget our past where we don't fight to remember it.."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...well, to claim some belief to be the truth is folly mortals..." repeated the goblin, continuing "...it's as if one is just trying to convince oneself of something one doesn't really know, and that somehow to believe in it will curry favor with some divinity to which that belief belongs to, will it, prove it, one can't, why, because at the end of the day, and whatever one says to oneself too, one still doesn't know for sure, one only believes it still...", and with that the goblin couldn't remember how many times he had faced this point in his understanding then, it was as if all he could actually go on was "what he knew" and "what he could know", so knowing had to come from inside then, facing one's beliefs through doubt perhaps, "...look, to know oneself on the outside, one simply has to reflect upon one's actions, but how does one get to know oneself on the inside I wonder, well isn't that where one's posting comes into focus and what those posts reflect of one by it...", which was the point where the voice inside him seemed to go "...so, what do your posts tell you about yourself then goblin...", "...only that it's ever this journey to self while there's still time yet what is in my heart is up to me to find out..."

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[brinny]

finite thinkin' is a trip, ain't it? We would like to know what we don't and never will, and yet we have opinions based on our finite thinking and reasoning and perceptions that cannot venture but so far. We, like a flower, are here briefly for a time and times, eventually fading and drying up, returning to the dust from which we cameth, and blowing away with the wind. Such is what finite is. Unlike infinite-ness which we pretend is ours, even as we know it isn't, and with each passing forever-goodbye's-reminder, we are reminded it is not so. After all, finiteness is what it is.

 

[Tomyris]

........Straw men, blowing in the wind....
........Active or passive participle?........
........Tis a mystery.........................

 

[brinny]

^ brilliant

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

here then the goblin posts his wish, something that he has often said to himself "...um I wish that I could do the right thing and that the right thing would happen..." and yet, the goblin also knows too, that life just isn't cheap like that where it owes one nothing for one's actions , so the goblin doesn't look to the reward in those actions each time, no, more simply that "those actions" are all the reward he can expect, and somehow the goblin felt that those actions became just that much more honest when it was unrewarded or unpunished, concluding "...likewise neither heaven nor hell become my motivations in my actions, for I am not on sale now, no, instead those actions are the reward or punishment in themselves..."

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