write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[brinny]

Sometimes..

life is harsh
it takes someone
who has the guts
to look it in the eye
and say 'buzz off'

to speak for those
who are defenseless
is what we are to do

not measure our politeness
check our 'rightness'
all the while
leaving the speechless
in misery

how utterly devious
cunning and abominable
when there are
those suff'ring
and all you can think about
is you.

 

[brinny]

Shattered.

There is one....
a precious soul
seemingly lost
shattered
scattered
smithered
in reens

Surely Father of mine
You have a plan
a reason
for such suffering
such grappling
such insidious
excruciating
soul hating
ripping
tearing
wearing
at the last fibers
of a soul
defenseless
in such a
merciless
place.

Surely Father of mine
my Abba
You can
show Your face
impune Your grace
rescue
a dear one
from that place.

My Father
my Abba
show Your Light
put all that
shreds her very soul
to flight.

I ask You
not because
of who I am
but because of
Who You are.

I ask You
because
You declared
by Your Word
that You wish
none to perish.

I ask You
because
You declare
that
You rejoice
over us
with singing.

That Your joy
can be ours.

You declare
by Your very own Words
that You
choose life
for us.

You
sacrificed
so that
we
can reunite
with You.

A dear one needs:
Your grace
a glimpse of Your face
to hear You sing
Your joy to be theirs
Your Light
Your Life
Your arms.

By Your
own design
You placed
each
and every one
of us
here.

There are
no
mistakes.

No matter
how many pieces
fragments
smithers
and reens
we are.

You have a plan.

You declare
that You
will
bring
beauty
from
ashes.

I believe You.
I believe
in all that You
are
accomplishing
through
puzzling
layer
upon
layer
of
excruciating
soul-wrenching
agonizing
moment
of
indescribable
suffering
that
casts its
shadow
upon
this
soul
that
You declare
by Your own Word
that
You
love.

By Your grace
help my sister
believe.

In the name
of Your only
begotten Son,
may it be so,
Amen.​

 

[fleamailman]

("...nice..." went the goblin)

repost from elsewhere

the goblin apologized for the pause in posting here, he had been fighting the trolls in their forum again, where that had sharpened him on the one hand, but it was the kind of sharpness that cut both ways, since his goal was also to produce content too, not just being quick to foil barbs with one's wit then, explaining "...no, trolls can be very good for sharpening one's wit, so their forum's "last post" thread is a must and a real fun fray, testing one's readiness...", and yet, the goblin had to keep it varied by being across many all kinds of "last post" threads, if only for sharpness alone resulted in just stunted posts, explaining "...well, livewriting is live, and what with no publisher to protect one here, nor measurable distance between oneself and one's reader either, one has to know the ways of the trolls to protect oneself, yes, but without actually becoming one..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, troll's site, the "I know y'all of you have been wondering where I've been at" thread

I was stuck, trapped, way in the back of my mum's closet, wearing one of her girdles, & shaking like a leaf.

of course by now the goblin had seen the original post, saying "...really it's a bit like the paradox of schrodinger's cat in quantum mechanics here, where the two states of existence and non existence exist side by side as both is and isn't instantaneously, or more simply that the effects were happening too quickly for comprehension resulting in one contradictory state of existence/non existence then...", though the goblin then felt it was better to remind the trolls that one wasn't in fact here either, since all that was actually here were these words that represent concepts of one upon a screen, but even this the goblin knew would be difficult for some trolls to comprehend here, so instead the goblin sympathized, and just for them then, he added their favourite bit of teletubbies which was quite beyond the goblin's comprehension now

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[fleamailman]

repost from the "pen name" thread, finished

Why would someone want to use a pen name? Are they just worried that they will get super famous and their fans will stalk them? Do they have a weird sounding name? I suppose it could provide an opportunity to use a super cool name like, James Danger McTavish. Do you plan on using one? Why or why not? Just curious.

"...so where's the fun of being one's boring real life whoever where and when instead one can pluck form one's imagination something that creates one's persona upon forumland and beyond here..." remarked the goblin, quickly adding "...so the fun of writing fiction is that it is fictional then, whereas the fun of one's pen name is that one can live by the fiction of it, I mean whoever wants to be some hick realbilly upon forumland now...", "...none of us goblin..." went up the cry from the chorus in the back of the goblin's mind while outside the rain just continued unabated since morning time, somehow reality seemed somewhat overrated at this point, whereupon the goblin remembered al line for a song that went the truth is out of style

truth is out of style

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[brinny]

hick realbilly's have a beauty all their own...if ya haven't seen it yet, yu just gotta look hard enough. 'Tis a tragedy to be blind, even just a little.

 

[brinny]

may you find beauty and joy in the ordinary my friend.

 

[fleamailman]

("...love this thread..." went the goblin enjoying the reads and replies, adding "...8000 hits now where it will be 10,000 by christmas..." )

repost from elsewhere, new

“...so now, you would like to own a bank instead of actually working goblin, well that's a new one on me but I suppose in practice it's not too complicated a thing to do, just you'll need to be well connected and remain in the shadows...” went the witchdoctor again, continuing “...first of all, you'll need to create your bank then, ah but in doing so you'll need borrow form your newly created bank itself the capital that you don't as yet have, to pay for it's creation while accepting an interest free stimulus loan from the federal reserve, something which you straight off reloan it to the government at a higher interest rate than that which you borrowed it at, though any money then left over you can then relend to other governments for good measure, whereupon the federal reserve upon seeing that your bank is toxic will then ask you to do a credit swap with them, meaning you'll swap your toxic bank debt for their newly printed treasury bonds in order to transfer the burden of that debt from you to the american taxpayer, lastly you'll need to make sure that ourdearmedia is in on the game so that they can continue to keep the sheeple entertained placated and distracted with anything other than the obvious...”, at which point the goblin wondered if the sky was the limit here and if he too could join their club now

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[brinny]

*brinny wishes flea would use some of that wisdom, so well hidden, to help the sheeples*

 

[brinny]

solace

still
quiet
muffled
surreal
misty
alone
breathe
calm
soul
hidden
safe

 

[fleamailman]

("...short and sweet poem..." mentioned the goblin liking it)

repost from elsewhere, new

"...doesn't one waste one's time trying to either defend oneself or prove oneself upon forumland, where all it is is a persona create by some words on your screen..." ventured the goblin suspecting that xxxxx hadn't noticed that no one knew who he was, and that he didn't know who the others were either, in short it was merely a case of the person you didn't know getting heated up in conversing with others, whom you didn't know either, over something quite hypothetical again, at which point the goblin reiterated his point of if you love someone then you don't need to ask others if you're in love, where if one is a writer then the question of if one should write shoudn't arise, only how should I write whatever arises, saying "...xxxxx, the others here don't exist, no only the fact that you are looking at this screen is actually real to you now, yet within this framework of anonymity is ever a tally known only to yourself of those posts you have done set against the time that you have been here, simply if you keep sight of yourself here, the forest of forumland will reward you by showing you who you are by what you post, however, if you lose sight of yourself here, you will fall into some sub-plot or sideshow instead, meaning that the forest wins in your place, so whose agenda is it to be then..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the "what are you listening to" thread

"...ok, just wake me up when it's over..." went the goblin

NOBAMA & FLIPFLOPNEY - What We Really Hear When They Talk [dogsofwarclan] - YouTube

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

Should society expect you to work all your life?

"...no, I don't know what society expects..." replied the goblin, continuing "...only that I do know that it becomes a growing problem within it, in that most people are living longer, where often their minds can't keep up with their bodies, and where generally the two ideas of mentally active and socially engaged are not address enough by them during their working years, hence the two biggest killers of the elderly are a maladjustment to retirement, and a surrender to lethargy...", simply, to the goblin work was far more than mere matter of finances here, it was a social network of sorts, and hopefully a mental challenge too, whereupon the goblin just added "...ah no, I repeat that I have no idea if society intends one to work all one's life, yet somehow, through its lack of spelling out this problem clearly, one might be forgiven for thinking that it doesn't mind your dying in your maladjustment to retirement now, so it's this forumland or those social networks to the rescue here, for are we not mentally active and socially engaged by this..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, new

"...look on the bright side here xxxxx..." went the goblin, continuing "...in that your writing might be good bad or whatever but you sure do know how do a thread that pulls in the readers, so bravo then, and don't take to heart what happened on the other thread, it was a heated discussion perhaps but it was also a way for each one of us to clarify to oneselves one's stance towards one's writing, well at it was for me at least...", somehow the goblin's mind went back to the three clauses in the muse's pact honesty, a thick skin, and shared life where in return she gives you a journey to self now, confiding "...nah, only a fool would choose to be a writer, or a livewriter for that matter, stuck with her 24/7 like this, and the more you write the more you want to write too, and the more she will simply eat away your day amongst her plots and reflections, so a shared life is not to be taken up lightly xxxxx lest you become that which you do by it, where evidently all that you do just does you in return..."

Eurythmics - Beethoven (I Love To Listen To) - YouTube

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, new,

So I can read your posts goblin, among other things. I mostly just observe..said the prophet of recursions. My rare posts are mostly just to stimulate more for me to read. I agree you can learn a lot about yourself on message boards, especially by how others construe your comments and in thinking about whether to respond and how. I've learned I have an unfortunate way of turning a phrase that annoys many, and my inability to care about their reaction annoys them even more. I find it all both comical and sad that I suspect most perceive their own cyber-persona far differently than others do, and that most seem to be seeking a social context they lack irl. Like the inordinate affection people commonly invest in cats and dogs, I see a certain pathos in this phenomenon but only time will reveal the damage done versus advantages attained. So what have you learned about yourself posting, the prophet asked the goblin. Have you made any real friends along the way? Might there be a better way to enhance your self realization than posting? eta: What movie is the picture you posted before your reply to me from? Know I've seen it but can't recall title.

"...friendship within anonymity is a hard one to prove, but I do befriend those who are not hostile and I encourage anyone who wishes to post to do so, plus I respect and admire those whose posts feed me, where for example when xxxxx described that other forum as being a real party but on one's best behaviour now I knew it not only to be true but also that that analogy was new to me and perfectly put..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...back to the photo from "death in venice" in my previous post, I guess the goblin is the young man in the background who happens to be looking at the old man in the foreground who is writing this text now, the dailylife wendy against the an ageless peter pan if you like, so the persona is a projection, an ultra ego by default then, yet still a fictional me for the knowing, perhaps it's all about the mes here, me and other me..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin knew he had to explain more here, "...simply, I am across many random threads meaning that often in replying to one thread an answer can be adapted and used elsewhere..." at which point the goblin remembered that the clock on the wall was a strange creature and had a nasty habit of jumping the minute hand while the goblin wasn't looking "...ah yes, never trust clocks when one is engrossed in posting I say, thieves the lot of them..." ventured the goblin knowing that when the clock stole time it was usually worth it

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[fleamailman]

repost from "what are you thinking" thread, elsewhere

the goblin was thinking about this morning's conversation with the driver whose cousin had just died of lung cancer at the age of 42 leaving two young children, "...seems the cousin had hidden the cancer till the last moment, the driver only knowing about it a week ago, and then the death itself yesterday..." mentioned the goblin just shrugging thinking 42 was young, adding "...cigarettes of course..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, today's then

odd then but, what with the death of his mother and the casting of her ashes to the sea a year or so back, any continuity of the goblin's past as something either leading into his present, or of being part of his present even, had all abruptly ended by it, so the slate was wiped clean now, debts repaid in their full, but memory lane, or at least the one that the goblin had journeyed down so often with his gradually vegetating mum, had finally become just that then, just the road behind him now

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[Forge3]

Added to next post because it seems to be an answer to Questor's question there

 

[Forge3]

What is the meaning of life the Questor poses? Here there are always thorns among the roses. We have your Word, the dividing sword and all it yields. Yet swords are still spent on blood soaked fields. And what of love that makes fools of men and men of fools?

Such deep questions the Questor pondered. And with such thoughts has long wondered.
Sometimes he wondered on how darkness is confounded by the light. And how stars seem to shine most brightly in the night. Such answers were hindered by the droning noise of the World. As if the clear picture was spintered and swirled. Or become as froth on waves curled. Not clear.

And dark clouds gather over the horizon
Like burial shrouds with shadows rising
Yet the sunflower turns facing the sun
As to the power of the Holy One.
Who even though cloaked in unknowing
Whispers follow me in the winds blowing