write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[fleamailman]

("...well the ginger and lemon one you mentioned before sounded very good..." replied the goblin who had finalized it now)

repost from elsewhere, new, goblin down with a cold

Hoping you feel better my friend.

a hand, protruding from the bedcovers, waves at xxxxx now, where beneath it a green croaky voice goes "...if this resembles my deathbed here, know that there was ones amongst you humans who befriended me, and that I will put in a good word for you, just as long as you bring some hot lemon drink...", in fact, goblin envisaged that heaven probably had free WIFI and unlimited filtered coffee just for the asking, where if not he felt it probably better to stay behind instead

xxxx

 

[brinny]

(a hand, protruding from the bedcovers, waves at brinny now, where beneath it a green croaky voice goes "...if this resembles my deathbed here, know that there was ones amongst you humans who befriended me, and that I will put in a good word for you, just as long as you bring some hot lemon drink...", in fact, goblin envisaged that heaven probably had free WIFI and unlimited coffee for the asking)

repost from elsewhere, the subject of perfect writing again

"...ah no, you humans can just keep anything "well written", and those who try to equate perfection in writing to mundane computer programming, joining up dots, etc., ..." repeated the goblin, continuing "..so it's no, not "well written" now, nah not "well written" never ever too, instead just I'll settle for something "well read" now, leaving grammatical goosestep, syntax niceties and other emperor's clothes stuff to those writer's workshops of would be writers who would flog themselves over it, and besides perfection is just too predictable anyway, so it's the unpredictability of life's imperfection that tantalises me now, wherein with livewriting one is so free to write it as one wishes, where when all is said and done, the hitcount to one's posts either condemns or condoles one's efforts, moreover, both critics and readers can come along for the ride if they like, just as long as they remember it's my journey to self though writing I'm writing here, not theirs..."

xxxx

perfection IS a bit of a trap, isn't it? almost like a self-imposed prison of sorts,

 

[brinny]

("...well the ginger and lemon one you mentioned before sounded very good..." replied the goblin)

very potent my friend.

 

[brinny]

("...well the ginger and lemon one you mentioned before sounded very good..." replied the goblin who had finalized it now)

repost from elsewhere, new, goblin down with a cold

a hand, protruding from the bedcovers, waves at xxxxx now, where beneath it a green croaky voice goes "...if this resembles my deathbed here, know that there was ones amongst you humans who befriended me, and that I will put in a good word for you, just as long as you bring some hot lemon drink...", in fact, goblin envisaged that heaven probably had free WIFI and unlimited filtered coffee just for the asking, where if not he felt it probably better to stay behind instead

xxxx

perhaps not meant to be, but the picture is killin' me, no pun intended my friend

 

[brinny]

forgive me, i have an odd sense o' humor...

 

[fleamailman]

("...nice poem..." went the goblin appreciating the picture too, saying "...and you're getting better now, for it's not what you write in any one post, no it's simply the general effect of keeping oneself focused upon posting something each day, where I don't think you would have understood let alone believed me if I had said this is your journey when I first met you brinny, whereas today I have no need to say anything, not if you value what lies within...")

repost from elsewhere, one's fortune and one's fate

maybe we should we ban him

"...and how does a ban change anything where one is anonymous anyway and where any post could be one's very last post now, just as any day could well be one's last day too, besides, all posts are dead by the time they've fed the slot here, so you build too much faith into something which is clearly yours to take but not actually yours to give, for posting, like life, is merely something voiced into the air, written on sand, and mixed upon the waters where what of any of this is permanent anyway, none, and yet, if one actually knows that all this is futile here, then doesn't one's actions following that knowledge somehow show you you to yourself now..." mentioned the goblin still posting on, simply understanding that what one did was indeed one's fortune perhaps, though what resulted was ever its fate

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[brinny]

Some thoughts....
I was very ill around 5 years ago. I had no insurance. I was in the hospital at least 3 days. I required intravenous fluids and nearly died. The hospital i went to arranged to pay all my bills through private funding for those, like me, who did not have insurance. I owed nothing.

Here, in the United States of America, we may have less than ideal health care, etc. but we have freedom and people and foundations with compassion that respond to these kinds of needs. They give from their own compassion and ask nothing in return.

It's still the best system in the world, because it's in a "free" country where government is still of the people, by the people and for the people.

THAT should never ever change.

 

[brinny]

Light Pierces Darkness...
and sends it scattering....
running for cover...
for darkness knows,
that Light, His Light,
is its death blow,
its very demise....

Light shines in darkness,
piercing and obliterating it.
For darkness is a sniveling coward,
crouched in the corner,
with nowhere to hide
from the One
Who is Light Himself.

And He sends us,
His sons and daughters,
to shine His Light
into the heart of,
and piercing,
the darkest
of places.

 

[fleamailman]

("...nice poem again..." went the goblin, adding "...brinny, I'm your untrustworthy friend but you mustn't confuse the 99% who live in america for the 1% who live off america, where if you want to see the truth of things, just imagine that those food-stamps no longer worked in grocery stores across america, that suddenly all those receiving food-stamps would have to line up at soup kitchens instead, so now, what would you see when it's one in ten of the population of america on food stamps, no not the great depression of the last century, you'd see the even greater depression of this century, and moreover, unemployment doesn't stop after two years when they take one off their unemployment register, and food and energy are part of the rising cost of living in spite of their taking it off their inflation index...")

repost from elsewhere, the "what give the state the right to exist" thread

"...since most humans tend to lean towards the comfort of some authority, which is a compromise of sorts, they form their family unit, within their clan unit, their state unit, on up to their empire unit even, where any absence of higher authority, the unit in this context, the individual falls back into that comfort of this authority each time, settling for the next unit down..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...however authority, being this compromise then, suffers from structural stress over time, meaning that families, clans, states right on up to empires, wax, wane, and finally collapse, in the very way history has repeatedly shown us, even if the underlying desire for authority on the part of the individual remains a constant throughout, albeit one tempered with a desire for some impossible freedoms too...", simply the goblin was stating that humans were like incapable chickens in terms of that great wild outdoors now, just that however much they surrendered to authority their hearts still aspired to those very ideals that they couldn't possibly survive in, "...well goblin, why not just borrow lincoln's words then, addressing it as "a chicken-coop of the chickens, for the chickens, by the chickens"..." went the voice in the back to the goblin's mind now, not that the goblin himself could ever dare make such an utterance

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[brinny]

odd double talk there, eh amigo? A bit early in the morning to utter double-talkin's, ain't it?

 

[fleamailman]

("...I apologize then, agreeing that americans are generous upright people in themselves, yet those running corporate america via their control on media and politics are taking the country to the brink of war and economic collapse as we speak now, but we can change the subject if you would prefer it...")

repost from elsewhere

So what’s it like on the other side? That’s the side opposite life, in case you don’t get my drift. Have you dipped your toe in, and returned? What did you experience? Have you communicated with someone on the other side? How did that communication take place? Can you recommend it as a place to go? Do you have any views on the notion that when a person dies, that person's soul returns to Earth to inhabit a new-born baby's body? And do we know we’ve been here before? If you’re wondering what I’m on about this time, I’m going under the knife in two weeks. The doc told me there’s a chance I might die. If that happens, I know you’ll breathe a collective sigh of relief and then throw a party, but in the meantime I want answers, but not from Christians. Go annoy someone else.

"...does anybody have any more life than anyone else I wonder, where tomorrow is not promised even to the most healthy amongst us..." mused the goblin, adding "...and besides, where are those you loved in life if not within you at this point, so too, by that logic then, if someone loves you in the way you yourself hold someone dear within you now, then you already know where you will be, just welcome in the their hearts once more...", in fact, the goblin often wondered if the heart was not some portal to a spirit-dimension then, where perhaps the afterlife was akin to our internet now, just another wondrous sea of forumland perhaps

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[brinny]

gotta admit, ya really can't condemn anything that prompts deeper thinkin', can ya?

 

[brinny]

("...nice poem again..." went the goblin, adding "...brinny, I'm your untrustworthy friend but you mustn't confuse the 99% who live in america for the 1% who live off america, where if you want to see the truth of things, just imagine that those food-stamps no longer worked in grocery stores across america, that suddenly all those receiving food-stamps would have to line up at soup kitchens instead, so now, what would you see when it's one in ten of the population of america on food stamps, no not the great depression of the last century, you'd see the even greater depression of this century, and moreover, unemployment doesn't stop after two years when they take one off their unemployment register, and food and energy are part of the rising cost of living in spite of their taking it off their inflation index...")

repost from elsewhere, the "what give the state the right to exist" thread

"...since most humans tend to lean towards the comfort of some authority, which is a compromise of sorts, they form their family unit, within their clan unit, their state unit, on up to their empire unit even, where any absence of higher authority, the unit in this context, the individual falls back into that comfort of this authority each time, settling for the next unit down..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...however authority, being this compromise then, suffers from structural stress over time, meaning that families, clans, states right on up to empires, wax, wane, and finally collapse, in the very way history has repeatedly shown us, even if the underlying desire for authority on the part of the individual remains a constant throughout, albeit one tempered with a desire for some impossible freedoms too...", simply the goblin was stating that humans were like incapable chickens in terms of that great wild outdoors now, just that however much they surrendered to authority their hearts still aspired to those very ideals that they couldn't possibly survive in, "...well goblin, why not just borrow lincoln's words then, addressing it as "a chicken-coop of the chickens, for the chickens, by the chickens"..." went the voice in the back to the goblin's mind now, not that the goblin himself could ever dare make such an utterance

133

the world would be a rather starkly cold place without compassion, wouldn't it? there's always the option of sharing what one has with others and feeding the hungry. It's what i do now. What about you? And not just me, but so many others who do the same. Sponsoring children in other countries comes as naturally for some of us as breathing. Does this really seem so far-fetched?

 

[brinny]

"untrustworthy friend" indeed. what in the world does that mean?

 

[brinny]

("...I apologize then, agreeing that americans are generous upright people in themselves, yet those running corporate america via their control on media and politics are taking the country to the brink of war and economic collapse as we speak now, but we can change the subject if you would prefer it...")

repost from elsewhere

"...does anybody have any more life than anyone else I wonder, where tomorrow is not promised even to the most healthy amongst us..." mused the goblin, adding "...and besides, where are those you loved in life if not within you at this point, so too, by that logic then, if someone loves you in the way you yourself hold someone dear within you now, then you already know where you will be, just welcome in the their hearts once more...", in fact, the goblin often wondered if the heart was not some portal to a spirit-dimension then, where perhaps the afterlife was akin to our internet now, just another wondrous sea of forumland perhaps

133

No, let's not change the subject. I'm just up front with my thinkin' out loud.....it's not that i'm offended...just perhaps misunderstood....

 

[brinny]

The tragedy of my country is that most are sleeping, and completely oblivious the what the fer-real future holds. Check out our "news"....it's MOSTLY about the "stars" *gags* and anything else of least significance. Entertainment is pushed while behind the scenes all manner of atrocities are decided for the sleeping masses. My country is dead. it is no more. We're in a fer-real Matrix. It's a living nightmare to be awake in all of this and to watch it.

 

[fleamailman]

("...I like you brinny, you make me think with your replies, so I'm enjoying this thread immensely, and together our writing is improving by the practice of it..." replied the goblin about to turn in, while outside the rain continued unabated to the sound of passing cars in the dark where this winter promised to be cold with a vengeance, and where the goblin suspected a reckoning was coming, whereupon he just smiled "...that roman line then of raise the humble lower the haughty is the way I see it perhaps...")

 

[brinny]

then perhaps we are not that different.....by the way, my gnostic friend, you just quoted something that is very biblical. There's a verse almost identical to what you wrote.

 

[Forge3]

May God bless you and bring you His peace
May you feel His love which does not cease
He hears prayers of those around the globe
Wiping their tears with the Hem of His robe
May you find His care and most healing embrace
And the darkness dispelled by His radiant face.

 

[brinny]

that's lovely and timely my friend, brother in Christ, and son of the Most High God.