write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[brinny]

Silent Heartcry

Amidst the swirling maze
the dark dank haze
that hangs about thy face
I pray thee through
for He loves you
and will surely
bring thee to a safer place

it grieves my soul
to know that none
can hear your call
that as you lay there
dwindling away
there are those
who won't even pray.​

...as God
and i..
wrestled..

and

my
heart
broke
into
a
million
smithereened
pieces...​

written for Terri Schiavo as she lay suffering and dying...​

 

[fleamailman]

("...hard to believe that this is the same brinny who started out on this thread with such simple posts, now transformed into someone whose posts are anticipated and read by many..." mused the goblin, adding "...but I did nothing though, only I listened telling her not to trust me, and that advice still holds and in the end she'll know why without my explaining...")

repost from elsewhere

the goblin had learned to see his glass as half full but even so, he still needed a well brewed sweet coffee in it, saying "...for without coffee, even if my glass were full to the brim it still wouldn't give any reflection upon it..." he paused for a sip, adding "...and what is a life without reflection then, surely people who don't reflect are like vampires now, ever dependent on the blood of others to sustain themselves here, but that's not me for I know that deep in my bones, that want to produce my own blood here...", the goblin paused for his coffee again, adding "...well, that's if posts really are the lifeblood of a forum as they say, thus perhaps proving one's reflection by them too, but who know, I mean who can ever tell what others think anyway..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the lupusbots "last post" thread

at which point the goblin suspected, that in his opening up here and explaining what it meant to go through each and every wretched posting moment under those cruel whims of an invisible incurable illness called dyslexia might not actually cut much ice with the lupusbots here, "...ah but no, none of that defeatism then, no defeatism here, for is my heart somehow shattered by all my wretched predicament, do I ever flinch form posting even under the very gaze of those of who now somehow mock these sensibilities and sufferings, no not this goblin then, not me now, for I bear it all with much forbearance fortitude and caffeine..." exclaimed the goblin over the melancholy of his lone coffee once more, saying "...so perhaps everybody fights angels then, where I can never truly win against my angel either, but at least I can show everyone what stuff goblins are made of here, and on my terms too..."

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[brinny]

His eyes were on this oh-soooooo-broken-road..
that's me...a broken road...
yet God loved me..
and said...
against all odds...
against all who cheered my "sure", hoped-for demise...
against all generational curses...
against all the cacklings of the enemy....

God said...

"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope." ~Jeremiah 29:11​

YouTube - Selah - Bless The Broken Road (with lyrics)

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin re'explained it, saying "...simply, if you go against the moneygod in dailylife you will suffer his deprivation, whereas if you fall for those social trappings and his trinkets, doing the moneygod's bidding without question throughout, he will reward you lavishly, yet the first question becomes, where is oneself in all that external...", at which point the goblin thought upon it awhile for the second bit, continuing "...you see, at any moment one could die without knowing what one could have posted here, I mean most people don't ever bother to find out about themselves, no they think they know all about themselves already, and who minds that they didn't bother to go inwards since it hadn't mattered to them while they still lived, leading to that other question perhaps, do you want to know who you are by what you post, or are you still too busy like those others were..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...one is always swimming in dailylife, so the real question is whether one can keep one's head above water long enough to avoid being brainwashed by them into thinking that one's dailylife is everything thus drowning outright..." ventured the goblin, adding "...no, simply here one faces a little slot, where it doesn't need to be any particular thread then, just as long as one actually knows in one's heart that all this is part of one's journey to self now, simply that whenever one is writing stuff out of oneself within one's posts, it's actually something that keeping one's head above water still..."

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[brinny]

perhaps a more perfect vision is required to actually see past that water that seems to wanna swallow one whole then, eh?

 

[KimberlyAA]

Beside the jacket ducks a random interference.

 

[brinny]

quite splendid in it's random surreal-ness

 

[fleamailman]

("...I like your replies..." went the goblin grateful that others were posting now, adding "...one more for tonight then...")

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the goblin went to bed about midnight and woke at 06h00 a few hours before the rest of his family and it was in these two or so hours that he did much of his replying posts across forums, whereas later while he had no internet and was off-line the contents of posts came to him so he mentally stored them for posting when back on line later, whereupon he confided "...both muse and slot are just part of my life now...", in fact, the goblin was harping back to that "shared life" clause in the muse's pact, saying "...it is as if one is seeing one's life in the focus of postability rather than that of personal gain today, where it makes no financial sense at all, and where it'll end exactly where it begun, in total anonymity that is, yet nothing external equates to it at my age..."

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[brinny]

*brinny wonders why flea has no internet at times and that appeared to be why he would be offline*

 

[fleamailman]

("...well that's because I work, plus I need time off-line too..." replied the goblin)

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once here the goblin knew the dream was really real around him as he looked from within it and noticed the time was wrong too, "...stop trying to be rational..." came the voice from somewhere within him, continuing "...all you have is "now" goblin, all you ever had was one long series of "nows" too, but "now" was never what you really wanted was it goblin, oh no you wanted "more"..." the voice was ancient and just repeated "...me, I am old enough to appreciate "now" goblin while after all this time you still chase after "more", don't you just...", where suddenly the path in front of the goblin seemed vaguely familiar again, as yet more "more" rose in the distance, the goblin's pace quickened, he had forgotten the lesson already

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[brinny]

*brinny wonders if it's akin to "hurry sickness" *

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the "god bless america" thread

"...empires come and go, where there is no reason to believe that america, in its turn, will not pass the mantle of empire to whatever comes next, where clearly it is running on empty now, that is, one is ten dollars servicing its debt, one in ten americans on food stamps, a currency that is backed by nothing, wars it can't afford, a country that, under the patriot act, can now use self authorized search warrants, those same search warrants that now bars one from informing anyone that one is being searched thus denying one the right to legal representation, where too, one can be held indefinitely without charge nor explanation, etc., etc.,... ..." and then the goblin stopped, simply he felt that he had said enough, not so much about america itself, more about the process of stagnation that marks the end of empires now, saying "...think upon the fall of empires now, see how they weaken from within each time through fear and paralysis till almost everyone within that empire finally welcomes the change, much like when those slaves and poor threw open the gates of rome to let in the barbarians, or like the euphoria of when the iron curtain finally came down too, all ozymandias perhaps, where "god bless america" will become "god rest america" no doubt, but if it's any consolation, that which follows will also pass in its turn, for isn't that really the way god blesses humanity, simply all things must pass, just one empire after the other and so on..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, a friend having a dig at the "last post" thread there

Is it really that deep? I thought the idea was that it's a humorous non-sequitir to relieve the boredom between postings on more legitimate topics.

"...almost right there, actually it's a humorous non-sequitur to relieve the boredom of posting on more legitimate topic threads..." replied the goblin somehow seeing that those more legitimate topic threads never really got the hits, nor the posts, to them that these "last post" threads did, adding "...oh the guilt of everyone's reading this less legitimate post then, and that of my writing it too...", at which point the heavens just burst open and popcorn rained forth

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[brinny]

Aah Facebook, how do i love thee, let me count the ways...a rescuer of the downtrodden, the lonely, the needy, the isolated, disenfranchised and supplier extraordinaire of the neurotic, voyeuristic-ly inclined with stalking-like tendencies. A gifted promoter of dysfunctional family over-reaches and a builder of ever-growing-in-numbers friends, you are. What a fun way to share what kind of candy bar i ate today, with umpteen millions of i-don't-know-whos...yes, what WOULD we do without your far-reaching involvement in our thoughts, our whereabouts and who our families and loved ones are and where they live and their likes and dislikes and where they shop or where they might be at any moment of any given day. Especially delightful is clear directions and pictures of where our children attend school, down to maps and lest we forget, PICTURES. Yes, pictures of our children, in all phases, clothed or not, because SHARING is THE thing to do. You told us so, and it IS well known that we soooo like to share. So how could we resist your prompting us to do so? By golly it's almost as if through us, you've created a cyber-reality-something, with us as the players, getting exposure most just dream about. We should be thankful to be a part of it all. Little did we know that by signing on, such unexpected wonders would unfold before our very eyes. Surely an award for the most innovative reality-show ever created should be awarded to such genius. After all you've changed our lives forever and they will never be the same. That makes you a god-like hero, worthy of our homage and worship. We just can't give you enough. But not to worry. You'll always ask for more, and we are more than eager to oblige.

 

[fleamailman]

"...lovely post, full of content and reflection..." mused the goblin upon reading brinny's post, yet he himself was not into facebook preferring instead to remain faceless, saying "...I mean where is the freedom of speech where one is held accountable by what one says then, so no, my anonymity has many guises and is due to various reasons today, where the worse things become in general the more preoccupied the individual will become with their own survival here, and where it will only be later, when we look back at this age that we will note that the news as portrayed by ourdearmedia was both superficial and misleading, for the viewer is not asking the right questions at all, nor able to ask those questions either, so what are those questions then, and why should one be asking them too, is the real question posed by this internet here..."

xxxx

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...morning..." said the goblin in the cold pre'dawn air of a city that sleeps on in its sunday now, this then is his little bit of time to himself on his computer, and in little over an hour he will meet yet another group to take sightseeing through geneva, his role then was to take the normal and turn it into the interesting, perhaps this too, was why he is never grew bored on any forum, yes he could be annoyed by his inability to find the right idea, or reply, or line, or even a single word at times, oh and at times pushed by the clock too, but the goblin knew full well that in the end he couldn't blame his surroundings for his own boredom now, no, he could only blame his surroundings for its frustration towards his aims, saying "...it's like they say then, it's not the gale but the sail that sets the course, where I will post on seeing what I can find by it..."

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[Forge3]

And God the very true and the Lord of Hosts
shall not fail to save what He has espoused
We have the seal of His breath the Holy Ghost
And His Fire is living mind that cannot expire
Our souls most intimate desire is our Sire.

Oh sons of men and daughters of creation
Flesh does not bring fruition in hopes elation
Break out you instruments and sing a song
Of Him who shows gentleness is strong
And show forth mercy to unmerciful throngs

In the dryest of days a flower will bloom
Like an Angels wing in all its plume
To give flight above all earthly things
As a lowly child became the King of Kings
Praise him in song and on harp strings.

 

[Forge3]

And the night moon shall weep tears of blood
filling the land with sorrows like the ancient flood.
And the Saints shall fall from their perch on high
like sparrows from their nests to young to fly.
It will be as if the Lord no longer hears our cry