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Laughing the little mouse reads Dejavu's post. "Wonderful and no I am not leaving it was merely a repost from elswhere," says the little mouse for she quite likes it at the house of the hipsters. "The risk of joy," she then muses. The little mouse thinks about joy and how humans seem to have forgotten about it. "But Dejavu might not, for all is in the name. Is it not? Like our inner most self is in the writing too." The little mouse sips her wine and ponders on joy. "The humans who do still seem to remember about joy and not just worship the moneygod do seem to neglect the risks. Besides what risk lies in joy? A broken heart? Sorrow? Or do they remember how often from the deepest desires the deadliest hate derives?" She sighs as she thinks about desires and what one desires isn't always what brings the greatest joy. For isn't joy found in the little things, and doesn't desire muddles the mind of humans? Doesn't desire drives humans into actions which lead indeed to hate?" The little mouse stares at the two wineglasses on the coffee table and smiles. "Yes, Dejavu almost every happiness comes from naughtiness."

 

'Ah, what's in a name?' Dejavu feigned quizzicality for greater effect. 'All and nothing', he said, ridiculously. 'Or at least the something is so slippery as to have us say so... But the risk of joy! Yes, for those who can forget any supposed expense associated with forgetting it is only in the getting. Joy comes at a risk, but is none to itself.' Dejavu too looked at the wineglasses on the coffee table, curious as to what they were to him since they were really Luckys. 'Almost every happiness? Lucky? O tell then of the naughtiness that is happiness itself! Don't mind the guessing in such a telling! The tale would only trouble at our inclusion were we not to love it.'

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"Indeed, all and nothing, for the name is a mere shell yet the shell is what holds the inner most self while without ..." The little mouse pours another glass and raises it to Dejavu. "Yes, almost, for there are occasions when naughtiness has no part in the happiness. While there are those times when the naughtiness brings no happiness at all," says the mouse with a wink and she laughs for she is sure the human mind of Dejavu will read things in these words that are, or aren't there.

 

'If the naughtiness brings no happiness, then in my humanity I must ask if it really is one! And if not, my reason, and not only my desire here demands it is then a joy. It may be said that a third possibility presents itself. That the naughtiness in question is a shell, a dressing-up to bypass what might involve a dressing down, in short, merely a forgiveness. I however, being me, send that purported possibility back to my first question.' Dejavu looked at the mouse, appreciating how quickly she moved. 'No matter, it will all come out in the dance!'


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAZQaYKZMTI"]Billy Idol - White Wedding Pt 1 - YouTube
lol

 

"Redemption, promises, and punishment" muses the little mouse while she slowly moves to the tune which brings her the greatest of joys. "Yes, perhaps it is all one and the same. Happiness, joy and even that what some might call naughtiness." And she laughs for even one with the ability of recognition guesses, perhaps ... No," the little mouse says as she hears the noises of a human while getting the joy desired. "sometimes one must not care about conventions and merely enjoy the naughtiness as it presents itself like so many humans seem to do.

 

'This is true' said Dejavu. 'When I said eternity hadn't taken my head, I forgot to mention she stole my heart. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her to get it back. Thankfully for me she seems only to care for those things that alone lead to her.' And off he went into the jungle, for now. :-D

 

"Hunger and the need to feed. To get what humans perceive as rightfully theirs," thinks the little mouse as she sees them fill their mouths as they empty their brain. "Greed and the never ending search after satisfaction leaves no room it seems for compassion, nor humanity. How can it be humans do not know how their human nature is a mindless beast whose only aim is to feed itself regardless of the cost?" the mouse smiles as she reigns in her beast and feeds it with meaningful banter.

 

Dejavu, glancing behind him, saw this last image the mouse had mounted and turned around. 'Art definitely does invite discussion!' he called back. 'Speaking of which, my talk of eternity.' he continued. 'Of eternity there is always something more to say.' He reflected that there were those that lost heart in eternitys imminence, as well as those who followed through in their eminence to find their heart taken. 'So, I say to all who go by the fringe of their own discovery, take heart, for our love is to give it!' He smiled, and then turned once more, feeling rhythm move into his step as he did so.

 

("...thought I'd post my newest stuff between yours and Jats thread here, since my thread is from way back now..." mentioned the goblin)

repost from elsewhere, new, the "do we need editors" thread

"...well, I guess admin becomes my editor here..." confided the goblin, explaining "...no, not to edit my posts but to make sure that I'm not offending the forum by way of what I post, encouraging me a little, guiding me at times, anyway an editor places expectations upon the author, where their relationship grows by that expectation then, and fails when there is common ground and mutual respect, simply I post on forums like this one here since the editor evidently has vision and offers one a sense of purpose, so much so that I even wish today that other writer's forums were more like this one then, but alas their reception to date has been less than warm and welcoming.."


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"Nice posts Goblin, keep them coming and I will try to do so too," says the little mouse while she just finishes a new one. "It needs some work still, and maybe another picture."

"Who wants to live forever? A famous line," says the little mouse and she smiles for it is just that song which fills the house and she too must dance to the tune. "Isn't it so that humans should aim to make the most of the time they are given and not worry about eternity? Why are humans constantly trying to outlive their time, to be forever? Live fast, die young and make a beautiful corpse, another famous line but by another who did as he said. If all humans would just have a good time, have a ball, wouldn't that make for less war, more joy at less cost? In the end all humans must pay the price ..." And the little mouse hops and twirls before going out to shoot things.

 

'Oh, I don't know Lucky,' said Dejavu cheerfully, 'I've always found we've given ourselves the time rather well when we're not shooting eachother. Yes, we needn't worry about eternity, nor try to outlive our time when living it is our very lasting... and wait for it? Hardly. But not want eternity? You'll have to "forgive" me then!' He burst out laughing. You're my kind of mouse for sure though, wanting a ball and all,' he said, looking decidedly wicked as he did so. 'About all humans paying the price however' He now suddenly looked truly lion-like, a reflexive ripple carried the eye of his observers across his body as he spoke: 'If it's not the bar tab I'm not going.' He shone a look up at the sky which glowed through all its moods. 'You know little mouse' he said, 'we can climb so high, I never want to die' :-D

 

"Where is the plot and the scenery, or is it all pointless dialogue", stated the storm master.

 

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'Just pointed dialogue here officer. No plot to speak of. Move along, move along,' said Dejavu. Under his breath to his accompolices he added, 'Ol' stem duster 'ere don't know wat 'e's jus' stumbled into' ;-D

 

Smiling the little mouse agreed with Dejavu, "Indeed dialogue, but don't forget the narration, for it is a vital part of this lark we call livewriting." And she smiles while dancing to the music which is always there.

A repost then from another place where writers dwell and ...

"Doesn't every life has it's hidden treasures?" the little mouse smiles seeing a writer trying out a new way. "Aren't all human lives stories untold? Why not pretend to be that avatar and let it be her life you narrate. Can she be the interesting one? Isn't that why she's chosen?" then the mouse rises to prepare herself an espresso, shaking her head and smiling decidedly happy. Even doing a small hop skip shaking her hips and swaying to the tune. "Yes, very satisfying and not odd at all. While dialogue is a part of life and narration not should this then not be livewriting instead of write live?" Returning with a fresh espresso she sits and sips her hot drink. "And never worry about tense for any tense will do, but we live in the here and now, while the past must never be forgotten and is intertwined with the present as is the future. For who knows what tomorrow will bring and one only lives once."

 

'Well I did say pointed dialogue Lucky' said Dejavu, feeling in full the peerlessness of his own particular naughtiness, and wondering whether it mattered if this lark that he loved went as livewriting or writelive. Either way it was writ love to him. How lucky it was for him that even when he felt something he'd previously written off might apply again, and did, he never thought to employ it beyond that feeling, the brevity of which was at once the job interview and redundancy notice. Dejavu had already seen something twice of the goblins. He wasn't sure if it was on his same thread here or through a search elsewhere for his words, but it was enough for Dejavu to know that reposting was not for him. 'Nothing wrong with it', he admitted, 'but not for me', secretly thinking it wasn't for anyone, no matter how much the livewriter had been in possession of their words at the point of their actually being livewritten. The day Dejavu treated his words as a record would be the day he'd stop writing live and go and play one. Or two, or... yum... records, and off he went to hear some.

 

"Isn't every word written a record of some sort? A tell tale of a life, written live while observing and wouldn't it sometimes call for a recall when the occasion arises and a warning/example must be issued to show one knows, or has been there and isn't full of it." The little mouse laughs and agrees/disagrees with Dejavu. "Isn't reposting what a writerly type does when going through the seventh draft of a manuscript? The only difference is livewriting is in the now while sometimes it reaches back to the past while fiction seems to be stuck in the past/future. Do you never recall a tale from your youth, an anecdote to liven up a dull party? Tell me what is the difference between the telling and the livewriting?" And she laughs while dancing to the music the boy plays that brings back memories which spark a new post and she dashes off to write it live on her hidden place where she stores her posts.

 

Dejavu didn't mind the mouse dis/agreeing with him.
"It's probably what a mouse mostly does do, in the presence of a Dejavu" he said to himself, feeling as agreeable towards her as ever. "The difference between the telling and the writing is the writing little mouse!" He laughed, loving her having the music always there, or here, or wherever she happened to have it. "Don't think for a moment I don't love your re-postings! I am only trying to stay alive to my writing in my own way, and it is me, like my trust, that has me not want to give anything but my directed, narrated, pointed, personal reply to those who I write with, and not only for." He smiled. "Think of it if you like as the disability of a writerly type who would dash the inkwell to the floor in a heartbeat if it meant feeling we'd finally fired off all the missing of our missives..." Dejavu almost sounded wistful and did not want his meaning to be mistaken for melancholy, so in finishing up but not finishing his post he said: "Yes, you interesting mouse, seek yourself even in your secreting, and store, yes, for who knows what, but let the boy as well foretell a thing or two in his dance, that one day we'll all meet up that way, dancing that is, and in laughter!" :-D

 

That was a strange picture of the head open with all those little hands sticking out.
scary. You are very interesting person. Some of the pictures like the Lion and mouse
and the two loveers suspended in air are cool. I like to read what you write.
Have a good day! Happy Sunday!

 

"Thank you nanettetron," says the little mouse. "and if you like to read what I write, there is more and it is not hard to find either." The mouse smiles seeing a reader so interested like she likes to write with Dejavu. "Yes, to dance in blissful joy as humans find their ability instead of thinking of disabilities, for livewriters are writers too and can be one of those writerly types when time/life calls for it." And the mouse waves as the boy leaves and she is left with the music to keep her company. "but not for long and she'll have her dance with words and legs to take her up, up and away into that land of imagination where all stories live and are true."

 

<scampers in to read the wonderful story> <scampers out>