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write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.
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But the Gospel Says "Come"
A peasant was talking over the back fence to his neighbour, "Wife and I were at market yesterday and saw her cousin from two shires over. He said that he had enjoyed a brief visit with the King, and it had not been all that bad. We talked this over on our way home. She really wants this. I guess I could cooperate...But he knows where I live, and presently I am very busy. He will have to come here wearing something appropriate to meet me in my field, and share my lunch at regular hour. If he is really all that good he will oblige, like any other decent neighbour."
The King never came.
A peasant was talking over the back fence to his neighbour, "Wife and I were at market yesterday and saw her cousin from two shires over. He said that he had enjoyed a brief visit with the King, and it had not been all that bad. We talked this over on our way home. She really wants this. I guess I could cooperate...But he knows where I live, and presently I am very busy. He will have to come here wearing something appropriate to meet me in my field, and share my lunch at regular hour. If he is really all that good he will oblige, like any other decent neighbour."
The King never came.
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("...ah yes, I like those posts then..." went the goblin noting how this thread had now passed the 10,000hits mark without anyone batting an eyelid here, whereupon the goblin just thought upon brinny's question now, replying "...no stone for me then, but it's a bit like that poem by rupert brooke I suppose...")
The goblin
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's a thread on some virtual site
That is forever goblin's. There shall be
In that merry mirth a richer happier sight;
A sight whom friendliness bore, shaped, and made aware,
Gave, once, these posts freely their ways to roam,
A body of this goblin then, breathing virtual air,
Watched on by friends in its nonsensical thread home.
-fleamailman-
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The goblin
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's a thread on some virtual site
That is forever goblin's. There shall be
In that merry mirth a richer happier sight;
A sight whom friendliness bore, shaped, and made aware,
Gave, once, these posts freely their ways to roam,
A body of this goblin then, breathing virtual air,
Watched on by friends in its nonsensical thread home.
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This is in honor of Brinny's avatar!
"Ugh, said Jenny,"More mouse droppings!" With the weather cooling off, droppings had begun appearing around the house, and Jenny was looking for the nest. They finally located it in the fireplace. John set traps all around the edge of the fireplace - so many that no mouse could escape.
It was a cold night - the first cold night of the season, and time to light the fireplace fire for the first time that year. John shoved newspaper into the logs that had been drying all summer and lit the fire. "That'll get the little varmints!" he chortled, as he backed out. The wood quickly went into a snap, crackle and pop, and with a contented sigh he stood up. There was squealing from within the wood and he snickered.
"Oh, look, John" Jenny exclaimed, as a rather fat mouse ran from the fire and directly into a trap. The trap snapped and the astonished John watched the mouse carry the trap directly back into the fire! A second later the mouse fled the fire, carrying the burning mouse trap with it over the fireplace stones and directly into their shag rug.
"Oh, **** - the rug is on fire!" Sure enough, there was a blazing trail of fire along the mouse's track, straight to the Christmas tree they had just put up. With a large WHOOMP the tree ignited as they saw the mouse slip out through a crack in the wall, leaving the burning trap behind.
Five minutes later they were standing in their yard, watching as their house went up in flames. Jenny heard a snickering sound from behind them, close to the ground, and saw the man beady eyes of a mouse family, also watching the fire, but there was a look of victory in their little eyes.
"Ugh, said Jenny,"More mouse droppings!" With the weather cooling off, droppings had begun appearing around the house, and Jenny was looking for the nest. They finally located it in the fireplace. John set traps all around the edge of the fireplace - so many that no mouse could escape.
It was a cold night - the first cold night of the season, and time to light the fireplace fire for the first time that year. John shoved newspaper into the logs that had been drying all summer and lit the fire. "That'll get the little varmints!" he chortled, as he backed out. The wood quickly went into a snap, crackle and pop, and with a contented sigh he stood up. There was squealing from within the wood and he snickered.
"Oh, look, John" Jenny exclaimed, as a rather fat mouse ran from the fire and directly into a trap. The trap snapped and the astonished John watched the mouse carry the trap directly back into the fire! A second later the mouse fled the fire, carrying the burning mouse trap with it over the fireplace stones and directly into their shag rug.
"Oh, **** - the rug is on fire!" Sure enough, there was a blazing trail of fire along the mouse's track, straight to the Christmas tree they had just put up. With a large WHOOMP the tree ignited as they saw the mouse slip out through a crack in the wall, leaving the burning trap behind.
Five minutes later they were standing in their yard, watching as their house went up in flames. Jenny heard a snickering sound from behind them, close to the ground, and saw the man beady eyes of a mouse family, also watching the fire, but there was a look of victory in their little eyes.
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("...nice writing style, it's like a victorian journal between us here each of us contributing something to it..." smiled the goblin enjoying its rapport)
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"...ok I'll post it to you in appreciation of your unflinching audacity mortal..." replied the goblin, adding "...no, better still, I'll post it here for you to see even...", and yet, the goblin somehow guessed that what most posters here really wanted to see was not anything that the goblin wrote, so much as what they had written themselves, or thought perhaps, in reply to his post that had provoked some reflection within them, adding "...for my role is to turn sheep into wolves here, ah but that doesn't equate to happiness at all, no, life is a slaughter house of sorts, it's just that the sheep don't have the capacity to see beyond their dailylife to notice it, they accept their boundaries because society dictates its own values to them, where the only difference is that the wolf hides itself amongst those sheep, yes yet its hard won thoughts are so very much its own till the end..."
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In the depth of sweet obsurity, in shadows of security nested the seed. Hidden under marsh reeds or twisting weeds. For it must be planted deep, where water barely seeps, and where mystery sleeps. In a world of most subtle sound, soft worms tunneling through ground, rocks and minerals all around. An embryo of possibility in a shell it must shed. A hope of life from out of the dead. Slowly growing in its bed. Sun, water and earth for new birth.
Shelless it reaches, reaching below and above. Reaching as one rooted in love. Through resistance drawn by persistence. Through the soil of toil Chrismed in His oil. It rises. Becoming what the Lord already sees. Soon a perch for birds and bees. And winds have it courtsey at its knees.
The young flower grows under gentle rain. Slowly rising up above its plane. to be one with the skies again. And in all the myriad of flowers joins the colors, scents that are offered up to the heavens. As with one accord and chorus with love as leaven
Shelless it reaches, reaching below and above. Reaching as one rooted in love. Through resistance drawn by persistence. Through the soil of toil Chrismed in His oil. It rises. Becoming what the Lord already sees. Soon a perch for birds and bees. And winds have it courtsey at its knees.
The young flower grows under gentle rain. Slowly rising up above its plane. to be one with the skies again. And in all the myriad of flowers joins the colors, scents that are offered up to the heavens. As with one accord and chorus with love as leaven
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("...better and better..." went the goblin who chatted in brackets and posted the work below, adding "...it's good to see such talent, yet it's even better to see the sense of purpose behind people's posting, for goblins are not to be trusted yet not all is bad about them...")
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"...I feel I am in a warm country when I am on this forum..." mentioned the goblin, outside the chilling wind only added a feeling of cold to the reality of an unheated bistro, where the goblin's trick is not to ask for a second coffee here, but to move somewhere else each time, so each coffee was in effect the rent then for a couple of hours internet in a bistro, simply the goblin could well pass for a bum then, all he had to do was cut out a cardboard sign marked any spare change please, just a penny towards my disparately needed Internet access and this escape, "...o wasted life..." went the chorus of people looking on now
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"...I feel I am in a warm country when I am on this forum..." mentioned the goblin, outside the chilling wind only added a feeling of cold to the reality of an unheated bistro, where the goblin's trick is not to ask for a second coffee here, but to move somewhere else each time, so each coffee was in effect the rent then for a couple of hours internet in a bistro, simply the goblin could well pass for a bum then, all he had to do was cut out a cardboard sign marked any spare change please, just a penny towards my disparately needed Internet access and this escape, "...o wasted life..." went the chorus of people looking on now
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"Ha! This thread gets better and better, eh goblin?" said the monkey with a half smile. "I'm starting to feel guilty when I come and read and don't post, and then feel guilty for spending time I don't have doing something I'll most likely never profit from when I do post!"
The monkey seemed to want to say more, then shrugged off to a corner to listen in to the many words being passed...
The monkey seemed to want to say more, then shrugged off to a corner to listen in to the many words being passed...
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"Profit?" the mokey muttered in his corner, thinking over what he had just said... "Is that all that I can think of? So what if I never learn a thing or earn a dime from these ramblings!?!" The monkey stood up, continuing to raise his voice, "I am not here for profit, I am here to serve! Ahhhhhh... but what to serve? Tasteless fair that fills the mind but leaves the soul wimpering for more? It seems that is what pours out of me most days..."
The monkey sat down again, thinking he had just made a fool of himself, but smiled inwardly, hoping that with this outburst, at least, perhaps someone's soul was fed by him...
The monkey sat down again, thinking he had just made a fool of himself, but smiled inwardly, hoping that with this outburst, at least, perhaps someone's soul was fed by him...
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("...profit is just so much rendering unto ceaser..." smiled the goblin, adding "...yet here, because one is anonymous, one renders unto something else by default, whereupon the goblin remembered that quote he liked for why to do you only wash the outside of the chalice, don't you recall that he who made the outside also made an inside of it too, so perhaps this journey to self was the goblin way before him, either way he wouldn't know till he got there)
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the goblin just reminded himself again for something, saying "... no, it's not the number of posts, which one has posted, that really means much, that is, since for example someone who tagged threads to death with smileys, would soon get them exactly the same postcount as someone else who had tried to include content each time...", not that the goblin held anything against someone who was trying to be "the poster with the most posts" here, only that instead he preferred something else, saying "...no, to see if one's thread is actually working, maybe it's wiser to look at the hitcount to postcount ratio rather than just the postcount alone, since often good thread has a low postcount to a high hitcount, think of it as hitcount divided by postcount equals one's readership now, whereas a thread with many replies reflects participation then...", then the goblin, forgetting about that, his went off in search of another picture again, as if knowing that others here had reading problems and would probably come back complaining that the goblin's posts were always too long, "...so, hands up all those who think flea's posts are too long then..." ventured the goblin now
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the goblin just reminded himself again for something, saying "... no, it's not the number of posts, which one has posted, that really means much, that is, since for example someone who tagged threads to death with smileys, would soon get them exactly the same postcount as someone else who had tried to include content each time...", not that the goblin held anything against someone who was trying to be "the poster with the most posts" here, only that instead he preferred something else, saying "...no, to see if one's thread is actually working, maybe it's wiser to look at the hitcount to postcount ratio rather than just the postcount alone, since often good thread has a low postcount to a high hitcount, think of it as hitcount divided by postcount equals one's readership now, whereas a thread with many replies reflects participation then...", then the goblin, forgetting about that, his went off in search of another picture again, as if knowing that others here had reading problems and would probably come back complaining that the goblin's posts were always too long, "...so, hands up all those who think flea's posts are too long then..." ventured the goblin now
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"...I don't believe in god, because I know god, but I don't know what I know, and yet I know it all the same..." ventured the goblin, adding "...look, no one goes around saying that they believe in death, though they know death, but they don't know what they know, and yet they know it all the same, same difference...", just that the goblin was gnostic, continuing "...so when people replace knowledge with belief, it just states that they are fobbing their homework for an excuse here..." adding "...and how organized religion tricks you into following those externals each time, when all along it is just you alone with this infinite internal that touches you now..."
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"...I don't believe in god, because I know god, but I don't know what I know, and yet I know it all the same..." ventured the goblin, adding "...look, no one goes around saying that they believe in death, though they know death, but they don't know what they know, and yet they know it all the same, same difference...", just that the goblin was gnostic, continuing "...so when people replace knowledge with belief, it just states that they are fobbing their homework for an excuse here..." adding "...and how organized religion tricks you into following those externals each time, when all along it is just you alone with this infinite internal that touches you now..."
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("...all of you are getting better, keep them coming, keep me company and don't trust me now MYAHAHAHA..." went the goblin loving it when the others shocked themselves by what they didn't know they had within them even)
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"...alas, not a whole list but I do have a wish then, that just perhaps now, and only once even, if I could have a dream, and within that dream to suddenly find myself reliving some that christmas day of my childhood, and just to be able to say a clear "thank you" to all of them there, and have again those senses of sight smell touch and sound that are so dulled in my adulthood today, and where too, all these adult calculations towards whatever consequences could just melt away to some childlike elation that just being part of my whole family as it once was..." mentioned the goblin as if reaching back, adding "...so now, if you ask me what do I wish for christmas, I'd like to emulate their benchmark for sure, but that dream would be something, no perhaps it would everything even..."
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Dreams
What dreams swirl up from dotted colors in my mind
Weaving up visions for my subconscious to unwind
Of things past, of thing present and the future
Of hope in healing by touch of Divine suture
Where mysteries are as a kaleidoscope
Presented in patterns that I grope.
Of floating with arms reaching the light
The sun in a break of clouds in sight
The cry of the heart as if a child
To be touched by Him meek and mild.
Of going to the same places again
Memories flowing in circles then
And the dream we call life
circles of learning and strife.
Lord your prophets were as bow and arrow
To pierce our hearts and point to our Hero.
Your eloquence traced on Eagles and sparrows
On lips of children counfounding Pharoahs
The Holy of Holies is your most Sacred Heart
It calls us from iniquity to depart.
Turn to your light as a sunflower
Though clouded follows your power
May what you set to do be our great amen.
Hope among daughters and sons of men.
Gathering the scattered tribes of Israel
And through parted waters with Azriel
Men shall dream dreams and wonder
And hear your whisper not as thunder
Unlike Icarus when of you we sing
we fly to the light not burning a wing.
What dreams swirl up from dotted colors in my mind
Weaving up visions for my subconscious to unwind
Of things past, of thing present and the future
Of hope in healing by touch of Divine suture
Where mysteries are as a kaleidoscope
Presented in patterns that I grope.
Of floating with arms reaching the light
The sun in a break of clouds in sight
The cry of the heart as if a child
To be touched by Him meek and mild.
Of going to the same places again
Memories flowing in circles then
And the dream we call life
circles of learning and strife.
Lord your prophets were as bow and arrow
To pierce our hearts and point to our Hero.
Your eloquence traced on Eagles and sparrows
On lips of children counfounding Pharoahs
The Holy of Holies is your most Sacred Heart
It calls us from iniquity to depart.
Turn to your light as a sunflower
Though clouded follows your power
May what you set to do be our great amen.
Hope among daughters and sons of men.
Gathering the scattered tribes of Israel
And through parted waters with Azriel
Men shall dream dreams and wonder
And hear your whisper not as thunder
Unlike Icarus when of you we sing
we fly to the light not burning a wing.
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("...perhaps I should not post this one here now, forgive then..." sighed the goblin)
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“...simply, the garden of eden will turn you back into that animal you were before you were cast out of it...” mentioned the goblin taking the fruits from out of his bag now, continuing “...and hopefully that's not what any of you humans want for yourselves, ah no you want to keep your wits about you now, to be sharp then, yet doesn't that sharpness and perception come from either hardship struggle or affliction now, ah yes, well you might want the soft option each time yet you'll only become soft by it...”, and with that the goblin held out his hand and offered the bitter fruit of knowledge for those who would care to try one, saying "...or you could have happiness instead I suppose, but you can't have both..."
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“...simply, the garden of eden will turn you back into that animal you were before you were cast out of it...” mentioned the goblin taking the fruits from out of his bag now, continuing “...and hopefully that's not what any of you humans want for yourselves, ah no you want to keep your wits about you now, to be sharp then, yet doesn't that sharpness and perception come from either hardship struggle or affliction now, ah yes, well you might want the soft option each time yet you'll only become soft by it...”, and with that the goblin held out his hand and offered the bitter fruit of knowledge for those who would care to try one, saying "...or you could have happiness instead I suppose, but you can't have both..."
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"...nah, I'm afraid it's much beyond comprehension even to me xxxxx..." replied the goblin feeling it was all very conducive to his coffee though, adding "...and besides, I never get these posts right straight off anyway, so no, first they need inflicting upon some unsuspecting readers here, where if those readers then survive the onslaught, I think one can term it as a moderate success then...", in fact, the goblin for all his years on this forum, and however much he liked the others too, could never quite relinquish his persona now, saying "...yes, just think of me as one of you then, just another author like yourself..."
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"...nah, I'm afraid it's much beyond comprehension even to me xxxxx..." replied the goblin feeling it was all very conducive to his coffee though, adding "...and besides, I never get these posts right straight off anyway, so no, first they need inflicting upon some unsuspecting readers here, where if those readers then survive the onslaught, I think one can term it as a moderate success then...", in fact, the goblin for all his years on this forum, and however much he liked the others too, could never quite relinquish his persona now, saying "...yes, just think of me as one of you then, just another author like yourself..."
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the goblin really had no answers beyond the truth that he was here because he felt the others members were smart, though more importantly for him, they all seemed to have talent, so for him it wasn't an ordinary thread/stage on an ordinary forum/venue, no, it was feeding upon itself, "...ah but this thread will end some day, yes they all end you know, so what, one might ask, is the whole point then of one's effort here..." the goblin stopped a second as if remembering that with his own life too, the same parallel could be drawn, and then continued, saying "...well, if this thread gets me to think about my posts vis a vis your replies showing us who we are by what we post, then isn't that's reason enough to continue regardless of where and when it ends...", in fact, the goblin felt that most people didn't actually know nor really even care about who they were on the inside for all that daylylife that clearly owned them on their outside, saying "...just utterly owned by the moneygod until that moment when something within one wakes up, whereupon one sees one's dailylife for only a part of oneself, perhaps that is when one starts one's journey to self here..."
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the goblin really had no answers beyond the truth that he was here because he felt the others members were smart, though more importantly for him, they all seemed to have talent, so for him it wasn't an ordinary thread/stage on an ordinary forum/venue, no, it was feeding upon itself, "...ah but this thread will end some day, yes they all end you know, so what, one might ask, is the whole point then of one's effort here..." the goblin stopped a second as if remembering that with his own life too, the same parallel could be drawn, and then continued, saying "...well, if this thread gets me to think about my posts vis a vis your replies showing us who we are by what we post, then isn't that's reason enough to continue regardless of where and when it ends...", in fact, the goblin felt that most people didn't actually know nor really even care about who they were on the inside for all that daylylife that clearly owned them on their outside, saying "...just utterly owned by the moneygod until that moment when something within one wakes up, whereupon one sees one's dailylife for only a part of oneself, perhaps that is when one starts one's journey to self here..."
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