write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...so perhaps that's why one has to unlearn so much about one's learning here..." replied the goblin, adding "...and perhaps too, why writing one's whatevers simply as a journey to self here, where those base writer's motivations only turn one into something as base as they are, and where one might wonder too, that whether without those base motivations if many a writer would still continue their writing now...", but the goblin had no external motive whatsoever, concluding "...ah no, it's not that famous quote I think therefore I am at all, well not if one's thinking is both as fluid and as non committal as my thoughts tend to be, it proves nothing of me, whereas whatever I post is clearly a record of what I think, so it's not I think therefore I am, it's I am just what I post

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, from the "household tips" thread on the mommies forum

the goblin wanted to join in once more, and briefly apologized for his last household tip about computers harddrive data recuperation using linux, and would subsequently try for something a little more in tune with most of the readers on this forum now, whereupon he just suggested the following, saying "...look don't throw away those used 78 gramophone needles, for if you collect enough of them then, you can always sprinkle them around the base of your hydrangeas so that the rusted iron from them with be absorbed by the plant turning the flowers blue here, then you'll be the envy of the neighbourhood..."

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[brinny]

i will write as i see fit, without much thought to it...it's merely a venue, giving voice to a soul hushed for too long...i dub this space hers and hers alone and she can say whatever she likes.

 

[brinny]

repost from elsewhere

"...so perhaps that's why one has to unlearn so much about one's learning here..." replied the goblin, adding "...and perhaps too, why writing one's whatevers simply as a journey to self here, where those base writer's motivations only turn one into something as base as they are, and where one might wonder too, that whether without those base motivations if many a writer would still continue their writing now...", but the goblin had no external motive whatsoever, concluding "...ah no, it's not that famous quote I think therefore I am at all, well not if one's thinking is both as fluid and as non committal as my thoughts tend to be, it proves nothing of me, whereas whatever I post is clearly a record of what I think, so it's not I think therefore I am, it's I am just what I post

109

He was/is a great actor. He had to be to play a part that required an in-depth grasp of such blatant psychopathic non-stop rumblings.

 

[brinny]

sometimes what we post is not us at all but just a passing thought with whatever is inside staying there, us, preferring to leave it there with the intention to never allow it see the light of day. Other times something unexpectedly stirs, brought on by a glimpse of something that stops us dead in our tracks. It is these times that define who we are...who we never thought we could or would be...who we become.....and for a split second in time the world waits with bated breath as we grasp that it is we, us who is the mover n' shaker and come hell or high water we become that which changes the course of history.

​

 

[brinny]

who would'a thought this hardened, corrupted man's heart would be captured and mesmerized by something so obscure and hardly visible and unassuming? It was, after all, just a very small form walking amongst the crowd of the condemned, saying not a word, and nearly swallowed up in a sea of oblivion. What stirred him so, this speck in the distance?

 

[brinny]

"He who saves a single life, saves the entire world." ~unknown​

Schindlers List - Lisa Gerrard-the valley of the moon - YouTube

 

[fleamailman]

("...guess I'm trying to match you now brinny..." remarked the goblin, adding "...you've come a long way since we first started this, but at least you understand better now from your own experience too, what I couldn't have got you to understand before...")

repost from elsewhere, three days back then

"...so it comes to this..." smiled the goblin knowingly looking at the traffic going round shepherds bush before walking up through holland park to bayswater, saying "...nah, the trouble with mortlake crematorium is that it won't have any WIFI so mourners can't readily update their facebook walls aftenward...", but joking apart, when the time came the goblin just joined his father in some shared moment of death between them, relating "...it's hard to explain really, I was silent without emotion nor thought nor distraction, as if dead with him there, till the proceedings simply pulled me back once more reminding me that I was still here amongst the living here and that perhaps, all along, that this was what that funeral had really meant, simply a sharing of death for the time that one is looking at a coffin, an honest goodbye, and then just breaking oneself away to get on with one's own life once more, where this life is ever a fleeting goodbye..."

xxxx 387 4342

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, today's, raw and in need of hewing

...well each may draw their own conclusions I suppose, but..., ...” mentioned the goblin thinking upon it now, yet what with the funeral done and there being a few hours remaining before his flight back, the goblin had felt like reenacting a past pleasure of feeding the squirrels perhaps to remember times past with his children before, or just to reach back to something previous to that even, “...anyway, hyde park is quite enormous taking at least a couple of hours to walk across, but having seen many squirrels there the day before the funeral when walking to the statue of peter pan, I had readied and large packet of peanuts this time, and sure enough as soon as I opened it a squirrel appeared before me, and then another too, and then one more after that and so on, and then a couple magpies, and so, still enjoying my luck I started to count them now, the voice in my mind going one two three four but then it suddenly stopped as the fifth one, being only a few feet in front of me amongst and whom I hadn't noticed till that point was actually dead...”, merely a feeling of death had returned within him again,together with an understanding that the goblin had no ties left to london now, for it too, like the funeral belonged to his past where he didn't belong today, so he wanted deeply to go home and forget it all, so the goblin had simply handed the bag to someone else who had small children and then hurried away feeling as most people exiting graveyards feel, somewhat unnerved by it

xxxx

 

[brinny]

unnerving indeed, of course it is for from the formation of the first living soul it was never meant to come to such an abrupt ending and those choruses that we have become oblivious to testify to life and how it was intended to be as un-endingly vibrant as the unspeakable unseen colors that sparkle with a glory unknown to human eyes in their current state...for we see as through a glass darkly meagering out a meaningless existence as if pushed along by an unseen force that reminds us tauntingly how very finite we are and when the end comes as it surely must, the stark reality hits us, that well that's all there is.

Looney Tunes Outro - YouTube

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the "afterlife" thread

the goblin turned up, and then explained "...in life, there is only this journey to self here, that you can know of for sure, in that, some people will talk about lots of things that make sense attaching still more things they will then ask you to believe in, even as far as to offer you an eternal reward or punishment depending on whether you accept their given line as the truth about your afterlife...", somehow the goblin knew that the next bit was harder but he continued "...so imagine the first of two choices, that you accepted their argument to its full, and did exactly as told to because that reward or punishment that was coming later, now what would that tell you about yourself and how base you are then, simply your actions would be based on self-advantage here, something like taking out a mortgage on heaven perhaps, every good action you did would be some contribution towards that mortgage then, wouldn't it...", so the goblin just offered the second choice by saying "...now imagine the other choice, that all your actions good or bad were based on your own judgment of them, no expectation, nor reward nor punishment here, just you knowing yourself by what you do, well if you can imagine these two choices, and can still choose the latter of the two, thus defying any notion of buying off god, or the devil and anything else for that matter, saying "I do not look to reward in my actions, those actions are the reward in themselves to me", then for an eternity you could hold you head up high and look your maker in the eye, saying "well, you may not like my choices but at least I was, as honest to them then, as I am to you now"..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

welcome to the future

"...thank you for welcoming me to the future than..." replied the goblin, adding "...if we have one that is...", somehow the goblin knew one could leave reminders in this "here and now" for one to find later, continuing "...ah, but they only turn into voices from the past when one actually reads them..."

50

 

[brinny]

repost from elsewhere, the "afterlife" thread

the goblin turned up, and then explained "...in life, there is only this journey to self here, that you can know of for sure, in that, some people will talk about lots of things that make sense attaching still more things they will then ask you to believe in, even as far as to offer you an eternal reward or punishment depending on whether you accept their given line as the truth about your afterlife...", somehow the goblin knew that the next bit was harder but he continued "...so imagine the first of two choices, that you accepted their argument to its full, and did exactly as told to because that reward or punishment that was coming later, now what would that tell you about yourself and how base you are then, simply your actions would be based on self-advantage here, something like taking out a mortgage on heaven perhaps, every good action you did would be some contribution towards that mortgage then, wouldn't it...", so the goblin just offered the second choice by saying "...now imagine the other choice, that all your actions good or bad were based on your own judgment of them, no expectation, nor reward nor punishment here, just you knowing yourself by what you do, well if you can imagine these two choices, and can still choose the latter of the two, thus defying any notion of buying off god, or the devil and anything else for that matter, saying "I do not look to reward in my actions, those actions are the reward in themselves to me", then for an eternity you could hold you head up high and look your maker in the eye, saying "well, you may not like my choices but at least I was, as honest to them then, as I am to you now"..."

51

regardless of what one calls it, it appears the same doesn't it? for in fact, however one changes the setting, there are the telltale signs, an unmistakably glaring similarity of that place called the abode of the living dead.

 

[brinny]

...it seems i've lost my train of thought

 

[fleamailman]

("...think that one need a little more work brinny..." mentioned the goblin, seeing how it would turn out)

repost from elsewhere

As we all know there are many different minds, personalities, skill levels, ideologies, what have you. I am not going to make this long, and this sentence is only warranted by the fact that one liners are taboo, but I wish we wouldn't take each other so seriously, seriously.

"...ah now, perhaps it's not because of these stated differences, that we are, or aren't, serious here, far from it, one is probably serious because at some point one begins to see one's posting as a journey to self then, oh yes I joke a lot but I never quite forget that the clock in the background is quietly ticking away those remaining seconds of a life that isn't promised..." remarked the goblin who on the surface seemed frivolous yet who inside was racing death in a long tally of posts now, saying "...yes I lose the race in the end but not without first giving death his money's worth..."

150

 

[brinny]

do you suggest i go chasing the train then?

 

[brinny]

one liners taboo? says who?

 

[brinny]

("...think that one need a little more work brinny..." mentioned the goblin, seeing how it would turn out)

repost from elsewhere

"...ah now, perhaps it's not because of these stated differences, that we are, or aren't, serious here, far from it, one is probably serious because at some point one begins to see one's posting as a journey to self then, oh yes I joke a lot but I never quite forget that the clock in the background is quietly ticking away those remaining seconds of a life that isn't promised..." remarked the goblin who on the surface seemed frivolous yet who inside was racing death in a long tally of posts now, saying "...yes I lose the race in the end but not without first giving death his money's worth..."

150

what race?

 

[brinny]

("...think that one need a little more work brinny..." mentioned the goblin, seeing how it would turn out)

it is what it is my friend.

 

[brinny]

thinkin' out loud...

from a thread elsewhere:

Can Satan Counterfeit The Born-Again Experience?

He can be quite dazzling, can he not, to those who have a propensity to be bedazzled? For those who have this propensity would not know the difference, would they?