write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, another person complaining about his lot

“...I can relate...” mentioned the goblin in seeing xxxx's post, saying “...same thing happens on forumland too, in that an admin opens up a new forum in some firm expectation that what the forum deserves and merits will naturally occur because the forum is so perfect that it simply must succeed, ah but this forumland, much like your dilylife then, doesn't owe you what is right at all, it just gives you what you get instead doesn't it...”, it was as if the lupusbots on their forum had at least shown the goblin what it was really like to defy the situation by making good whatever little left that was given to them, their situation didn't decide their attitude, no their attitude seems to determine things, so the goblin just repeated it, saying “...well a forum could depend on its members, which is both fickle and cheap in attitude, or instead it could depend solely on its admin without any guarantee whatsoever except that that admin will battle on regardless, so the question here is a simple one, simply, if one replaces the concept of "some admin on her forum" with "you in your dailylife" here, would you still judge yourself by what you have not got, just like you did in that post, or battle on like those lupusbots must, the who are you by this obstacle is ever the question now...”

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[brinny]

hahaaa love the bunnies......there's a little of David and Goliath in there

 

[brinny]

("...hello, now that we've done the religious part..." mentioned the goblin, continuing "...can I go back to being brinny thinks is a sophisticated troll then, I mean we wouldn't want those humans to think I'm turning all normal or something, this way I can set a bad example so others will then know the right path...")

repost from elsewhere, a women's interests "last post" thread, mummies again

and then goblin had come across this wonderful book called "Japanese housewife in 24hours" with delightful examples and phrases that he felt he could share here, "...right this is perfect for them darling your bath is ready, oh yes and hubby may I fetch your slippers, yes, gosh, amazing, I have just got tell the mummies then..." exclaimed the goblin somehow knowing just how much they would really appreciate this sort of thing

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i'm not religious. Neither was Jesus when He walked the earth. Neither is God, the Alpha and the Omega, and Creator. He loathes empty words, rituals, and traditions that only build the ego of the one doing them, and who insists others do the same or they will go to hell, where followers of it are controlled by fear, which is the antithesis of Who God is. For it is written that perfect love casts out fear. And that is Who God, the Creator, our Rock, Fortress, Redeemer, Lover of our souls, the Lifter of our head, our Healer, and the One Who rejoices over us with singing is, He's Love.

Not only does He loathe 'religion', He spits it from His mouth.

 

[Forge3]

Ah the land of dreams questor ponders, where the land of waking thoughts is played out. And where messages to the heart are oft repeated from the depths. To have reoccuring dreams as if ripples from a long ago event and thought. What if he could decypher them? What if he saw there impress on our waking life as if of foretold events, rather than just see the day of waking impressed upon them? Questor has always been a dreamer and it seems part of his awakening. To dream the dream of awakening and to wake up in it.

 

[brinny]

deep, my friend.

 

[Forge3]

Yes. I started my dream journal a couple days ago. Things are going to get interesting.

 

[brinny]

Already are.

 

[brinny]

I don't remember most of my dreams.

 

[fleamailman]

("...dreams are amazing..." went the goblin, who when his father had been alive remembered a time when he had refused to hug, for its sillyness of it or mistrust then, his step dad who died earlier this year, and who at the funeral hadn't broken down either, in fact, the goblin, being the head of the family didn't give into emotions, and then, upon reading Forge3 post, remembered the dream he had had the night before where his father had returned and he had then hugged him with those tears he had not felt at the time, adding "...no, the dead never talk in my dreams, the living do, it was the same when my mother came back too, strange journey to self this life becomes...")

repost from elsewhere, new, the "december 7th" thread, new

"...an economic blockage is tantamount to an act of war..." replied the goblin thinking back now, adding "...today the western hegemony has declared war on iran in the same manner, it decries nuclear proliferation while turning a blind eye to isreal's nuclear capability, it decries the lack of civil right in foreign countries while denying them at home, it decries the suppression of protest abroad while suppressing protests on its door, it decries the political prisoners in cuban jails while holding its own political prisoners on cuban soil, it pretends that it is a democracy yet the finances are left to an independent banking cartel, it pretends that politicians do not have vested interests where clearly JPmorgan and goldman sach have their men across the spectum in key posts, and all this is but the tip of the iceberg of the western hegemony's ways now..." mentioned the goblin who simply saw the fall of empire by it, adding "...I remember pearl harbour, just as I remember 9/11, but I also ask those who ask me to remember now, not to think that it blinds me for one moment to this insidious bank takeover in our times, those same institutions that have gutted america from within, that have wiped out its middle class though their quantitative inflation, indebting its educated with lifelong personalised loans, deprived its citizens of civil rights such any redress to legal means even to the point of arbitrary execution exists for anyone, etc., so enough of this lattterday emperor its banks and his hated empire, I say let's restore the rule of law and republic as it was created by its founding fathers..."

xxxx

 

[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 supposes..."

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[Forge3]

I don't remember most of my dreams.

I remember all of my dreams basically. And I can even go back to dreams from many years ago. When I was studying shamanism I became a lucid dreamer and that opened mystical doorways. I notice things that are like signs to me. For instance I dreamed I was in english class and I had to learn Russian. When I woke up and went on this forum the first post I saw was about translating languages using Google translator. I also dreamed I had powers in my mind which I used to move trees around. I watched a cartoon after work and one character got a brain power and moved trees around. I had a client whose last name was Kingsley at work that day and said it reminded me of Ben Kingsley. I saw a movie after work as well and Ben Kingsley was in it. This type of stuff happens everyday to me now really and I have not yet determined what it means. I will think of something and the next commercial discusses what I am thinking of it over and over and over again.

 

[brinny]

The last dream i had, although it's very vague, i think i dreamed about chess
...some of my dreams were about falling....some were in technicolor....once when i was about 3 i was dreaming i had ice cream and i was getting ready to bite into it and woke up and it was gone. I cried.

 

[brinny]

("...dreams are amazing..." went the goblin, who when his father had been alive remembered a time when he had refused to hug, for its sillyness of it or mistrust then, his step dad who died earlier this year, and who at the funeral hadn't broken down either, in fact, the goblin, being the head of the family didn't give into emotions, and then, upon reading Forge3 post, remembered the dream he had had the night before where his father had returned and he had then hugged him with those tears he had not felt at the time, adding "...no, the dead never talk in my dreams, the living do, it was the same when my mother came back too, strange journey to self this life becomes...")

repost from elsewhere, new, the "december 7th" thread, new

"...an economic blockage is tantamount to an act of war..." replied the goblin thinking back now, adding "...today the western hegemony has declared war on iran in the same manner, it decries nuclear proliferation while turning a blind eye to isreal's nuclear capability, it decries the lack of civil right in foreign countries while denying them at home, it decries the suppression of protest abroad while suppressing protests on its door, it decries the political prisoners in cuban jails while holding its own political prisoners on cuban soil, it pretends that it is a democracy yet the finances are left to an independent banking cartel, it pretends that politicians do not have vested interests where clearly JPmorgan and goldman sach have their men across the spectum in key posts, and all this is but the tip of the iceberg of the western hegemony's ways now..." mentioned the goblin who simply saw the fall of empire by it, adding "...I remember pearl harbour, just as I remember 9/11, but I also ask those who ask me to remember now, not to think that it blinds me for one moment to this insidious bank takeover in our times, those same institutions that have gutted america from within, that have wiped out its middle class though their quantitative inflation, indebting its educated with lifelong personalised loans, deprived its citizens of civil rights such any redress to legal means even to the point of arbitrary execution exists for anyone, etc., so enough of this lattterday emperor its banks and his hated empire, I say let's restore the rule of law and republic as it was created by its founding fathers..."

xxxx

sadness grips my heart in seeing the demise of this nation, this country that i love. It's tragically deteriorating slowly, more and more each day before my very eyes, never to rise again.

 

[brinny]

flea, your kindness to your father and your mother, in spite of everything is profoundly gracious. I would only hope that such grace returns to you hundred-fold.

 

[brinny]

Lord of eternity, God of all mercy...come to my troubled soul....friend of the poorest heart..touch me and make me whole....

Lord of Eternity - Fernando Ortega (Live) - YouTube

 

[Jupiter Drops]

I've been wandering the earth for days.

Was it really days? Perhaps it was months. No, perhaps years. Perhaps...

Has time eluded me?

I've been wandering, and wandering, and wandering...

I don't know. All I know is that I've been wandering the earth.

But how can I be certain that I've been wandering?

How do I know that I'm wandering? I'm sure that I have a destination, so maybe I'm not wandering...

But where is my destination?

Where am I?

Who am I?

Where is everyone?

Who is 'everyone'?

Humans.

Then where are these humans?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I just don't know...


Am I even human?

What is human?


Perhaps... I don't know... Perhaps...

Perhaps...

That is the only answer.

 

[fleamailman]

("...so this thread ends and is deleted at 1000th post..." mused the goblin knowing that that is how it should be too, adding "...so I've mirrored my posts elsewhere already, where I advise those who wish to do so to hurry now, yet the transience of forumland was all too evident where spoken to the air, written on sand and mixed upon the waters was all it ever was, "livewriting" is this transience then...")

repost from elsewhere

the goblin didn't trust himself with clocks then, "...you see when one starts looking at the slot here, either thinking up some reply, or anything new, its tediously slow until that inspiration crosses the mind whereupon it becomes a rush to see if one can write it down before it escapes again, which is normally where those problems of the "right words and misinterpretations" step in, thus what looks so simple in itself, simply isn't, and where by that time the clock is up to its old trick of jumping that minute hand again behind one's back..." said the goblin knowing that the real win was actually landing the post for oneself, just adding to the tally-benchmark of self here, repeating "...so it's forum/venue, thread/stage and you/act across forumland, where those who post on discover first hand both that sense of audience and that feeling of deadline too, that these livewriters know full well, so you verge upon our world humans but only your pens decide things here, for reading our posts alone will not change you..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, new,

Yes. I started my dream journal a couple days ago. Things are going to get interesting.

"...yes, dreams are amazing..." went the goblin, who when his parents had been alive remembers well a time when he had refused to hug, for its sillyness of it or out of mistrust then, his step dad who died earlier this year, and who at the funeral hadn't broken down either, in fact, the goblin, being the head of the family didn't give into his emotions, and then, upon reading xxxxx post, remembered the dream he had had the night before where his step father had returned and he had then hugged him with those tears he had not allowed at the time, adding "...no, the recent dead never talk in my dreams whereas the living do, moreover I know they're dead too, it was exactly the same when my mother came back too, just another dream then, but why should I either rationalize and belittle that which seems so touching to me where a million other things could have been in its place, just I miss them now, guess I'm a child inside for all my years..."

xxxx

 

[Forge3]

The last dream i had, although it's very vague, i think i dreamed about chess
...some of my dreams were about falling....some were in technicolor....once when i was about 3 i was dreaming i had ice cream and i was getting ready to bite into it and woke up and it was gone. I cried.

Some people don't remember if they dream in color or not. If you ever have a lucid dream it can be quite profound the first time. Some people get so excited they wake up lol. I have had many but not recently at all. It is similar to the movie Inception if you have ever watched it.

 

[brinny]

("...so this thread ends and is deleted at 1000th post..." mused the goblin knowing that that is how it should be too, adding "...so I've mirrored my posts elsewhere already, where I advise those who wish to do so to hurry now, yet the transience of forumland was all too evident where spoken to the air, written on sand and mixed upon the waters was all it ever was, "livewriting" is this transience then...")

repost from elsewhere

the goblin didn't trust himself with clocks then, "...you see when one starts looking at the slot here, either thinking up some reply, or anything new, its tediously slow until that inspiration crosses the mind whereupon it becomes a rush to see if one can write it down before it escapes again, which is normally where those problems of the "right words and misinterpretations" step in, thus what looks so simple in itself, simply isn't, and where by that time the clock is up to its old trick of jumping that minute hand again behind one's back..." said the goblin knowing that the real win was actually landing the post for oneself, just adding to the tally-benchmark of self here, repeating "...so it's forum/venue, thread/stage and you/act across forumland, where those who post on discover first hand both that sense of audience and that feeling of deadline too, that these livewriters know full well, so you verge upon our world humans but only your pens decide things here, for reading our posts alone will not change you..."

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The thread is not deleted, flea. Merely a new thread begins automatically. This thread will just remain here, as the new one begins.