oh how I hate editing posts, so let's do it together

"Yes death is a life event, a tale told only by the living seen as a fall is simply a misgiving. Death and it's living descriptions is an indefinite period, not a definitive punctuation," said thedope. "Nothing ever happens in the future nor does anything occur in the past as they are both, past and future, the play of reflection between memory and imagination or abstractions in this moment."

I took a river walk along the rock
where it went is what I sought
and had you seen me you would have thought
I was just standing still

 

repost from elsewhere, at the new year

the goblin too, wanted to wish everybody a "happy new year" here but then thought it might be better to wish everyone "a miserable year" instead, for two reasons then, one, that the goblin understood that one's heightened awareness towards any given situation was generally born from some misfortune and suffering, and secondly, that after a miserable year with luck came the rest of one's life that one would then be more appreciative about, concluding "...nothing like previous misfortune to help one count one's blessing then, where sometimes we forget just how lucky we are in a life that doesn't even owe us our lives even let alone those blessing we daily have..."


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repost from elsewhere, the "introduce yourself" thread

the goblin felt it only fair to introduce himself too, saying "...well I suppose I'm just your average everyday sort of goblin then, married with children, living in geneva, that's switzerland to most people though it's more home to me now...", outside though, the bitter cold just sent any adventurous person back indoors again, while this all too quiet sunday morning was inconspicuously turning into an all too quiet sunday afternoon only to be followed by yet more quiet on till nightfall in the goblin's conjecture of things, "...it's funny then, I mean there must be something seriously wrong with me, you see, it's just that these trappings of this dailylife along with those trinkets of the moneygod don't really interest me now, so perhaps I am a writer then you I write to know myself by what I post, or more likely I just post to see wherever it goes, and whatever it becomes too..." mused the goblin again who often felt that all this writing was much like a "journey to self" here, adding "...so now, how can I possibly introduce myself somewhere that I haven't got to yet, for in truth I can't introduce myself not knowing who I really am, why so, because I haven't got to my real self yet, for that journey is in front of me still..."

 

repost from elsewhere, the "what are you doing" thread

the goblin had been editing, simply weeding out those pictures that no longer came through, and going over the texts again, saying "...the easiest way is just to start up an edit thread somewhere and repost stuff to it then, where most of the pictures reappear if one transfered the link from the dead album to one's own photo album...", where somehow the goblin always looked generous until one knew his motives were quite selfish, but one had to be selfish on forumland, simply selfishness had a staying power that selflessness hadn't, "...it's like most things I suppose, the effort has to be both constant and selfish for it to become second nature and worth it, otherwise one simply slips back into how one was originally, so here's to defiance to the last then..." mentioned the goblin seeing how far he had come from where he had first started out from, a lone dyslexic, and knowing too, that it would slip into one's past one day, saying "...ah, but that day is not today and not today by a long chalk too..."


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"Yes, nothing occurs in the past, but anything you like can happen in the future thedope!" laughed Dejavu, pleased with the post, wondering again what his repeated river walk poem was about. "Dying is a life event, but death? You are so close to the truth in having it a tale... no matter what kind! And the kind conceived as, and felt to be a fall, death as failure itself, give it its fell freedom from a mere misgiving! Allow it the innocence of misgiving!" Dejavu was outspoken, poetic, even dramatically spectacular in narrating himself as such, but still he did not command all meaning in even his most far-reaching considerations. He sometimes summed it up as the result of his being able to conceive of more beautiful beings than himself. Cruel intelligence! "I know myself well enough to be able to throw my typewriter off the cliff and dive into the sea of humanity! Oh, if only humanity did too!" he laughed, casting a loving look in the direction of the keys.

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("...naah, humanity if too much of a realist to write, where those who write are mad in their writing ways..." smiled the goblin thanking dejavu for something that had made him think about it)

repost from elsewhere

well whether the goblin was sulking or laughing at this point rather depended on the way he looked at it then, what with two "last post" threads locked by their admins within days of the goblin landing upon their forums, even if they were fast becoming their most posted to/hit to thread there, "...well I can relate I suppose, I mean someone starts a forum about a particular topic where I just turn up and play "last post" in their off topic section with the usual result, because "last post" threads are basically "chat rooms", just their topic becomes undermined so that the locking of the "last post" thread results, sometimes reopened later with PMs, conditions, or excuses...", in fact the goblin, who had been at this crossroads often enough and imagined most members here had probably had at some time faced exactly this same situation, of asking oneself, whether it's really worth remaining on somewhere that hasn't noted that "pulling posts" or "locking threads" leaves posters with a sword of damocles hanging over their efforts, yes there needs to be a sword but the cord has to seem super trustworthy, saying "...so the sword drops sometimes but what of it then as there's hundreds of other forums out there but even so I still need somewhere to air/edit/backup my post because one can't posts twice the same post upon the same forum, plus posts are born of posts too, but anyway whoever wrote that life is like a box of chocolates could probably extend that idea to encompass forum/venues too..."


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"The river walk is a talk about eternity. Endless time precludes events and there is no time out for truth," thedope explained. "Anything you like can happen, is the hope of the adventist. Our hopes and dreams may or may not materialize in time but what will be done is done and what will be is the only will there is. Anything you may not like can also happen but nothing happens in the future, all happenings happening in our constant state of becoming."

"Death a failure? Is this your life's tail," thedope inquired. How inept the sea must seem.
Take heart those who long for. It doesn't take keys to fall off a cliff as gravity does all the work."

 

Dejavu, whose advent in this world was ongoing, still failed to make head or tail of thedopes poem, its explanation being just as baffling to him. There was yet time to do so, he thought with a chuckle, though it would mean his re-writing it, explanation included. "The possibility of anything is the reality of everything..." asserted Dejavu with an all too expedient ease of expression, adding, unnecessarily, though with an inevitable congruity, "...whether we know it or not." The future was entirely imagination, and thedope, in his denial that anything happened in it, at the very least provided fine stock for Dejavus laughter. "What will be done is done?! No, even if the number of times I have to tell you seems endless, what will be done, will be done, you tantric prejaculator! Time precludes nothing." Dejavu had nothing in particular against those who wished to make a success of death. That the future is the heir of everyone was yet too rarified a knowledge to bring about beyond doubt. Doubt was not a problem for Dejavu however, his belief being made clear only as the natural consequence of knowledge. "Yes, take heart all who find their longing to be unslakeable! And to those who love that it is so, let's raise hope like never before!"

 

repost from elsewhere

the goblin was thinking about the term he had coined icy dicey which was basically the four letters ICDC as in "inflationary caused devaluation of currency", something that although one will never hear it mentioned on the media as such, was exactly what is happening now, saying "...you see, if you can't actually pay back a debt but you still own those printing presses, you can always devalue the debt though inflation here...", exactly what russia did after the fall of the wall, and guess what then, the fed this year has printed more dollars than at any point in its previous history, "...simply, one only has to carefully avoid those two extremes, of either "hyper inflation" or "deflation" that is, while distracting voters with stuff like "climate change" and "terrorism" now..." mentioned the goblin at it, and somehow icy dicey seemed aptly put he felt, in that it was a very risky policy indeed if the masses ever cottoned on to what was happening to their pensions and savings that is


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("...I'm enjoying your rapport there, keep it going as I certainly like your points of view towards life..." mentioned the goblin)

repost from elsewhere, the goblin chewing the carpet at their tidious double posting rule

the goblin thanked the humans again, but made it clear, saying "...no thanks as blogs are not my scene either, why so, well first off, however good a blog might be it's always going to be a one man show with one central character writing away and everyone else reduced reading and commenting upon what that central character had written, whereas with these random threads are far more like a round-table where readers and contributors are one and the same, being the reason why I prefer posting to threads across forumland while storing away that which I contribute for both editing and safekeeping...", plus the goblin hadn't forgotten that posts are born of posts, continuing "...also, should any member take a break, leave, or pass away for that matter, the random thread continues in their absence, unlike the blog that stops for the duration that the central character is absent...", whereupon the goblin put his finger on his gripe, saying "...look, I feel the double posting rule should be eased in the case that it's direct replies to two or three previous posters separately since the content differs between them as the posts should too, yes I'll comply to double posting rule but it does rather cramp my style and slow things down somewhat where the thread dies if no one replies meaning the post originator leaves if there's no company to be had here...", "...we're sorry for the delay the thread is still waiting for a reply..." came the announcement over the platform, where the goblin waited for the post while periodically looking up at the clock watching the second hand do go round and round and round in circles for someone else to show up to post, wondering if anyone ever post again, adding "...in effect it's speak only when spoken to isn't it, where unless you want member to fall asleep, or don't want members to continue their own threads upon your forum, it had better be eased lest this becomes my last post for your silence towards me..."


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"Does rewriting mean writing again or writing differently," wondered thedope. "If it is a different writing it is not the same."

"Nor is accuracy any solution for him," thought thedope. "How could you make heads or tails from eternity, there is no beginning and no end is the point. It is the thought that is always present, comes first, or creates a timely image"

"Yes, will being the intent of intending," responded thedope. "The appearance of future is a conviction in the past"

"and casts no reflection in this moment. For a future can only be known if it is the past."

"Then we await no future and owe for no past," surmised thedope.

but thedope wondered why Dejavu would want to make a failure out of any life psycle or occasion.

see in his idea of perpetual motion that he was just still standing in his stance still. "The constancy of becoming is not yet to be and having and being are the same and all reflections on time are monumentally momentary."

 

("...seems you two are getting on like a house of fire..." ventured the goblin enjoying the banter but not siding though)

repost from elsewhere, visiting members from another site

and with that the goblin was taken aback, somehow sensing that the xxxxxbots gang were here in full force now, and if ever there was a mean bunch of hardened criminals, these guys had to be them then, why, what with their menacing bennie caps, their thickened long socks, reinforced shorts and loosely knotted school ties, these guys were unmistakable, in fact their outwardly wryly grin only hid a dastard cunning the delved into such deviousness that nobody's packet of jellybeans were safe in the playground, the goblin weighed his words, feeling his life depended upon it somehow, it did he knew now, saying "...your secret ritual of the xxxxx forum's pom pom dance is safe with me, and it shall never leave these lips, promise...", somehow the goblin just hoped it would appease them, but one could never be sure, not until it was too late that is


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"Oh, I meant differently alright" laughed Dejavu, showing thedope what he meant. A rewritten explanation would follow if he wanted one.

"I took a river walk along the rock
and not that this will come to you as shock
but where it went is what it was I sought
Oh had you seen me you'd have surely thought
through leaps and bounds my life risked for the thrill
that naught let alone time shall e'er stand still"

Dejavu stood back in admiration of his edit. "It's much better now I think!" He grinned. "Just because you say we can make neither head nor tail of eternity doesn't mean we can't. You want freedom from the body, but we want freedom through it, and by we I mean you too!" he said, knowing thedope would come around to his meaning. "Where did you get the idea the appearance of future is a conviction in the past? Nothing exists there. Is it the same place you got your idea that a future can only be known if it is the past?! That the future casts no reflection in this moment doesn't preclude us casting the moment to the future, it doesn't stop us knowing our intent. And you say the will is the intent of intending?!" Dejavu roared with laughter. "Why not then the intent of intending to intend intent?! That what will be done is intended to be done doesn't mean it's done! Get it straight you great back-pedalling pedant!" thedope wondered why Dejavu would make death a failure, but who was saying Dejavu would? To die was to return to oneself just as anything else was, which is why he didn't see any point to death. "The future is entirely imagination thedope." He smiled. "I don't think you really want to change that, no matter how you try, in words, to consign it to the past. Do you really want to be done with the will? Done with the body? Perhaps you do! Perhaps you want to be done with life! You say you are tired of sensation, but it could very well be the reverse! Perhaps." Dejavu didn't think so though. It was much more likely to be thedope wanting to win something over Dejavu in words. A losing battle. So he quoted him, for fun.

"The constancy of becoming is not yet to be"

"Like hell it ain't!" he laughed. Dejavu was a rock-hopper here in reflection as he was in life. His daubs may have been drybrushed, but they were, are, dance moves. It was impossible for him to be pinioned by opinion. We were all our own after all.

 

repost from elsewhere

"...me too, though think I've said it before but if one starts illustrating one's texts, which is what this is then, one is changed by it where one evolves perhaps..." mentioned the goblin, continuing "...first of all, those pictures seem to change from that rather simplistic like or dislike subjective view to a more wider like or dislike yet meaning what objective view, the added what is this picture saying to me and how can I use it now perspective perhaps...", and yet there seemed more to it than just the pictures, continuing "...then again, these texts too, seem to change where one begins asking oneself I wonder which picture will go with this text then, just what's its image then, and lastly there's that physical preparation side, that hunt for potential pics which keeps one vigilant, the care taken in matching texts to pictures too, and that final joy when one succeeds in some a snug fit...", in fact, the goblin could still wing unfinished stuff in brackets too, though once that the text had found its matching picture, that result kind of said it all


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repost from elsewhere

"...on forumland..." replied the goblin quite honestly for once, adding "...where if you start write in your posts, I will help you any which way I can, for that has always been my promise throughout here...", which was true enough, for the goblin had helped many to date, saying "...ah no, it's not that I don't like books now, I do, but somehow anything posted is so much more unknown here, that is, no clear idea of either length, or plot, or ending, yes most posts across forumland were unfortunately as you see them now, but once in a while one hits gold, where one is reading something that is both gripping and has its author on hand too...", somehow the goblin just felt that it was all some written equivalent of that difference between the theater and the cinema again, in that neither were bad in themselves, only different perhaps, with posting more akin to the theater with each actor on stage within view, whereupon the goblin just smiled "..yes the theater is live so this is livewriting then..."


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repost from elsewhere

"...remember, posts are the lifeblood of a thread here, if someone doesn't post something new each day, then anyone turning up looking on will rightly raise an eyebrow, whereas if nothing new is posted in a week, he or she will think the site is sleeping, whereas if nothing has been posted in a month, most probably that same person will just presume that the forum is no more..." mused the goblin over his coffee again, adding "...so just keep the site ticking over with posts then is my advice now, admins can't depend on members here, it's the captain who sets the course and makes the pace..."


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repost from elsewhere

"...ah now, is there really ever any choice about it I wonder, where yes, anyone could give up for a while, yet life continues with the slot still there waiting for one's post of course, and where the clock too, ticking away, slices away those remaining seconds, where the tally of what one has written will only catch one up eventually and flay one's conscience for any delusion that one had escaped then..." replied the goblin, adding "...besides, at one point or another, one stops posting for or against others here, instead the slot becomes a mirror of one's thoughts where one just posts for real to find out what those thoughts are, though it doesn't need to be this thread for that then, it could be any thread upon any forum for that matter, why because one always sees oneself in whatever one writes..."


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repost from elsewhere, a livewriter, someone else's thread

"...beautifully put..." replied the goblin, while outside the goblin's flat, it was snowing hard, snow upon snow this time, yet not quite enough, nor long enough neither, to merit much consideration beyond the logistics of navigating through it, so perhaps it was true that this winter was on the threshold of becoming the first sign of the new ice age now, but not quite yet, so the goblin just returned to topic saying "...well, if one us ever becomes known by this, then your thread here will be gold dust now, but if not, even then it will still be treasured by me, for it seems much like the falling snow around me now, ever on the threshold of self perhaps, where I saw my footprints by way of what I posted..."


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repost from elsewhere

"...so you would lock a thread simply because it states something that you do not agree with nor like neither, your moderation rights, your prerogative then, so I leave things in your amble hands then..." ventured the goblin aware too, that if no one replied here then the thread would die of its own accord anyway, but as it was, he felt obliged to reply seeing that it was his thread and being replied to too, and then the goblin added "...but in fact you delete nothing here, for if ever someone cared to read these posts again they only had google my username to find my posts reposted elsewhere then..." in fact, the goblin was anonymous and by it had nothing to prove nor defend here, only he needed somewhere to edit his posts openly, here seemed as good as place as any


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repost from elsewhere, someone who had posted about kurt cobain, nirvana's lead singer

the goblin looked at the picture of kurt cobain again, saying "...some people just live on the edge like that I suppose, and I think his wife's passing words on his suicide are fitting here sometimes you just can't save someone from themselves...", where somehow the fact that she hadn't used the word "himself" instead the plural "themselves" didn't slip the goblin's attention here, for the goblin too could see a split personality here, but the legacy of nirvana's music remains, as if set in time now, not aging out like other rock groups do..."


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