...so hows that bleeding dream going then, looks like there's been some action here then, something to read when I have time for it and not too busy fighting off the trolls elsewhere...it's war out there you know... "...I know, is it this thread, or the other one, flea gets everywhere have you noticed, he's like a virus of sorts..." chuckles the chameleon just back in from a glorious afternoon of work with the sun shining, topping up the tan with the sunscreen on and back now to do fuck all "...I did warn you in the beginning, love this forum, really do..." smiles Jats sincerely, typing quickly while the kettle boils and laughing at another video autoplay in his reputation box now where it's just as well Jats, unlike the young, doesn't wear headphones all the time in a desperate attempt to add some interest into the dull monotony of their lives by having a soundtrack permanently on in the background "...and you can always switch it off, and linux is robust enough, so knock yourselves out kids, it will only say more about you than I in the process...unless you still think you can goad us into those meltdowns you crave for, where in the process you make another enemy to the list..." conjectures Jats his mind drifting to plato again 'where men speak ill of thee, live your life so no one would believe them, and kick em in the bollocks while you are at it', or something like that "...no if you are going to say the same thing over and over 'wtf, fuck off, ae check, etcetera, etcetera' then we will just carry on repeating the same answer back, just in a repost, with a picture, for those with short attention sp...oh look beer...cheers..." says Jats farting into the garden with a cold one now then returning to add "...oh, and it saves time I could be wasting..."
...just defending a good photographer elsewhere in the process... "...man, cool pics, bald dude no way but hey he gets to meet chicks like these and unleash their desires in the process which has to up his chances...fair play I say..." says Jats in the defendants defense from up in the bleaches "...and getting good madgreek, I think I'll spread this around for you if you don't mind..." offers Jats thinking of writers and book covers and doing what he promised now either way
...a repost, been awfully busy, bloody dailylife, so how we doing here huh... "...interesting indeed..." slurs Jats still recovering gently from too much cider and preparing to start all over again later as the festival draws to a close this evening where everyone has been happy in the shire, singing and dancing, and forgetting their daily strife, as the chameleon nicks that quote for posterity then now "...though of course I see differently walking amongst the humans where for all their designer clothes, sunglasses, and wellies the cracks are showing from these wannabe wealthies, you can see it on their faces behind the fake smiles and jolly banter where 'house prices' are barely mentioned these days replaced by 'god help us when they put the interest rates above 1%' with average pay falling by 5% year after year now where eventually you are right in this feeling 'that it's just not worth it', the daily grind on the wheel that eventually goes nowhere and your life has just flashed past your eyes in a grey montage of work, pay, work, pay until you die, where the wife and kids can cash in too on your carcass, console herself with a new husband after sleeping around to recapture her youth in the battle with her fading looks who even the kids will come to accept with time, though they will remember you always of course, from the digital photographs and for what kind of Dad you were...though whatever they remember will they remember that at least you tried before you died, said something, protested perhaps, in some kind of small way, or at least had evolved to become self aware of the species one was supposed to belong too, even of it is one of the few on the planet not to act like such, under its current subjucation, no at least they can say 'he tried for us' ..." Jats concludes coming back in from the garden with shades on and ready to go back amongst the humans and listen to some live Bob Marley and be inspired all over again perhaps before returning a little drunk and collapsing into a laughing heap with the missus, or something, where Jats will observe once again that the happiest people always seem to be the traders at these events, living out of vans, selling their crafts and wares with a head start on all of us, even if the apocalypse comes after this end of empires that we are going through now "...and so..." Jats adds conspiritously, hushing his voice to those listening for secrets like this "...oh no, that's where you and I disagree then, for I'll say it again, the military has given us the most frightening weapon of all, by mistake, so I say use it then, in between arseing about, before they take that back from you too along with all your other rights..."
...yes flea, back to livewriting, yet we got some good posts out of it as usual while conquering another forum along the way, but, yes lucky deserves some company here amongst the arguing, however philosophical it may be... "...so don't then, see if I care, though others do..." chuckles Jats now back from encouraging owls "...and it's no effort at all, it is merely a case of just writing something once rather than saying the same thing over and over and over and over and over again, like for example XX's repeated accusation that I must be on acid all the time, which just goes to show he's never taken acid then, for as if I could write this, or even a coherent shopping list for that matter if I was tripping 24/7, as once again trolls with limited imaginations continue to show us by ridiculous accusation that they have nothing else other than to constantly attack anyone and everyone to show us what they have got, which is NOTHING in the end..." smiles Jats writing this not only for this forum, but for another forum, and another forum and another forum, where though the avatars change it's the same old faces "...but the best fun of course is when they argue amongst there-selves, for they always do in the end, it's the nature of you humans especially when there are no grown ups around to intervene, and so it's up to you whether you want to be a Jack or a Ralph, or just be one of the little uns even...though me I'll continue to be the beast that haunts them, and live on forever then..."
...more riots on the tv so posted this again elsewhere... "...did you know our government is advising all councils to put away 5% of their budgets that they have slashed, just in case 'new pressures emerge or new policies have to be funded, so there is a shared understanding of how it could be paid for' ...'new pressures' wonder what they could be then..." muses Jats thinking of the recent riots here in the UK where one of the more eloquent protesters had slipped through the media net and said in an interview, anonymously of course, 'just wait until those Atm's stop working cus there's no gold left to back it up, then they will be joining us on the streets' "...which all got me thinking, with another fuel strike round the corner here, that perhaps our lovely cuddly government know something we don't, or are they just trying to pick a fight, or something..."
"Divide and conquer," says the little mouse. "The government can only stay in office as long as the people do not realise they are actually prisoner to the system and to keep it that way it is imperative to keep the people divided into rival groups." The little mouse smiles as she watches how on the tv yet another 'reality' show reveals how a one or another group in society lives. No doubt to show Mr. and Mrs. 'Normal' their life is actually how it should be and can only be that because they have voted for the right party. And when they realise their party isn't as ideal as it should be the media plays up the one or the other conflict somewhere in the world or some suspicious event to keep the people afraid of change because their party makes for a secure society, does it not?" The little mouse shakes her head and wonders what would happen if the sleepers would awaken and no longer tolerate the farce.
...lovely, a repost then... "...well even more reason to be anonymous then..." smiles Jats huddling from yet more fucking rain here in the shire "...and anyway haven't they got facetwit for all that nonsense where they can keep track of the peasants when they are not monitoring them constantly on cctv then, though, in between some of your gloating does it not occur to you that this will be copied by all regimes with just more whittling down of your civil liberties as they all move further to the right now while decrying the more extreme that kill their peasants rather than just suppress them properly, how it should be done..." hearing the thunder overhead now Jats bows to the inevitable, strips off the waterproofs and puts the fire on to dry off and watch the football instead then "...and don't expect your gods here to protect you, no they will hand you over in a heartbeat to save their own skin when push comes to shove rather than be guilty by association and this is merely the tip of the iceberg as the powers that be have suddenly realised how powerful and dangerous social media can be for what other reason is this new desire to control it on the pretence of protecting a few poor spineless whining celebrities who's super injunctions where exposed for all to see..." continues the chameleon putting two an two together again and getting forty two "...so no, I say to that poster applauding all those that post with transparency for that's the one thing these new trolls have got right, guarding their identity ferociously, where it's just their choice of targets that have given the excuse needed now, and for all those who say they have nothing to hide that may well be true, today then, but what about tomorrow should you suddenly be woken from your apathy at the crack of dawn someday..." chuckles the chameleon loving his free wi-fi again with no guilt whatsoever and noticing on the edit now the previous image of thought police had disappeared somewhat ironicaly, so finding another instead
...I know, sorry, dailylife and all that though I had got tired of the clever arguments here if I'm honest, still, I have been doing my post a day elsewhere at least... "...did you know..." asks Jats up late with the football preview show streaming nicely on the little acer purring away while Jats visits forumland on the monitor, and smiles again at the fucking sweet set up for less than undred dollars, all thanks to Linux "...you can make candles real cheaply using empty glass jars, just fill em with soya wax, very eco, insert a wick and off you go. It's cheap, or cheaper still collect beeswax and use that, you'll find all you need to know out there..." smiles Jats remembering that bag of bees wax in the lock up taken from inside a dead willow two summers ago, tremendous fun "...and these candles just might come in handy with the power going off this winter, well here in the UK for starters, and so...erm ...I told you so, and anyone know anything about welding, seems I need to learn for another little project, s'ok though, forumland will tell me all I need to know for winters coming people..."
("...good to see that you're posting here too..." went the goblin knowing that Jats's posts always pulled in a crowd towards them, adding "...I like the small size of this forum over those huge forums where our posts are lost amongst the trivia they post, I'm fought to the last of xerq but apart from Graham and a few others it was hardly receptive...") repost from elsewhere, new "...well, that does seem so old school and somewhat backwards too..." smiled the goblin observing how the old fart looked his age yet not really obese as such, where the goblin just continued about him, saying "...yes, he has learned to eat less of late, where his bad teeth generally stops him from eating sweet things, and where his caffeine addiction does make up for his not eating...", yes the old fart stuck in his dailylife was gracefully going south it seemed, where it was his mind alone where he was making his last stand, and somehow the goblin shared his goal of using up every last braincell before leaving here, saying "...o to die productive then for die one must, just that it's a journey to self while it lasts..."
"...ah yes we fought valiantly as always..." smiles Jats fresh from on evening of wonder, his boys having stunned him with the delights of GTA and just having left them in two stolen trucks driving abreast down a four lane highway about to block a road tunnel and cause carnage, just randomly "...and another tale to tell then, for as comfy as it is here in the shire one has to get out once in a while, or there would be no tales to tell..." smiles Jats again with another holiday over now and having fed merrily then "...yes onwards onwards flea, to the next adventure where I'll just be my inquisitive self as usual, for someone has to I s'pose..."
"What about the tales from within? The ones one only has to unleash upon the world to cause carnage just the same, for has not each and every human a Balrog within? is it not only the thin and most fragile layer of veneer, their so called civilisation what keeps them in check. But isn't that same civilisation the sickness poisoning their minds?" She laughs as she remembers playing that game oh so long ago. "Yes, but games are all to real for some. Or is that just how it should be and are humans that do not play the ones likely to snap and shed their humanity to become the beast and lay carnage upoon their fellow men?" She nibbles on her cheesepuff and snaps another one in two. "Just as easy as the human that does not bend."
...ah lucky you must remember to follow the light... a repost from elsewhere then... Jats re-stokes the fire as the green bay packers trot out in front of him on monitor one while his words appear on monitor 2 to the left to be checked later as the little acer purrs away quietly and Jats pours another Jim Beam to keep himself company seeing as once more there is no Monday Night Football thread here any more, and so Jats smiles sadly while peeking at the slot for a little bit letting the strong clutches of dailylife slip away for a moment helped by the demanding, but wonderful missus having an early appointment and asleep cuddling hot water bottles now "...I like that record, it could be a record, though I've done it myself on occasion where it's nice to reminisce sometimes... oh I got that teepee I mentioned, just acquiring the poles, pegs all done with ash, pins made out of willow, yes it's gonna be an adventure next year starting with France, well that's the plan anyway..." chuckles Jats hanging on tightly and seeing Aaron Rodgers is out of the game temporarily and the fire needs attention so switches screens effortlessly then grabs his poker "...who knows, I might send you photos of the trip..." chuckles the chameleon "...for anyone can be anyone they want to be here remember, and isn't that what real people do now, facetwit or blog their every move, as if dailylife is so tediously boring it has to be magnified, photoshopped, CGIed to paint over those cracks where demons peek out bouncing off the mirror and looking back at you right in the eye, where all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the ride..." smiles Jats as the games on the big screen lure him away again
...anyway you temptress you, I have a revolution to win, here's one from about three years ago, see, I'm getting good at this... "...yes frightening isn't it, isn't it? Where 20% of the worlds surveillance cameras are in the UK now, and rising, for our own good, and we are all hooked up to the mainframe that is the internet where every word and keystroke can be monitored, stored and gathered, of course benignly, for our safety..." as Jats notices on another forum where he innocently chats with an Alaskan mum on the building of her log cabin in the wilderness how it is interjected with very targeted adverts picked from keywords of their conversation "...no I have already seen too many examples of this freedom offered here, where it will slowly, insidiously get worse, for it is far too big now to ignore as the battle for control steps up a pace, and one by one the last rebels will fall into the grip handing over their freedoms in forum-land too on a plate as they do in daily life day by day, all shrugging 'it doesn't affect me' at the time, all helping it along the way, until it fucking does effect them, being too late then..." as Jats enjoys the last of his guttural freedoms where he can now then, anonymously of course
"You're not a disturbance, Flea," the little mouse laughs as she reads his words. "As always Jats is Jats." She reaches out to have a sip of her drink but notices it is empty already. "Which is exactly why it is so much fun to 'wrestle' him." She laughs out loud as she thinks of wrestling a chameleon. Can one wrestle a chameleon or would he just blend in and disappear from sight?
...in this wrestling would we be naked perchance, by a fire drinking calvados? A repost then during a pause in this revolution... "...that's a new one on me, blimey, you women, it's all just cock cock cock isn't it..." Jats and the missus laugh and then argue playfully with the missus insisting that any woman would have thought that the line 'a man could drown in those lips' would obviously mean cock then as Jats explains he meant a mans lips, his face, his soul before padding to the kitchen naked and thankful for all the great male poets that clinged on to romance "...yes if it was up to you lot it would just be cock cock cock..." Jats chuckles and does the washing up then while the chameleon leaves this lovely poem just found as if to prove his point, though leaving a more subtle picture than those that came up in this particular google search for there has to be more to it than just boring old cock, surely http://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/did-you-know-i-love-your-cock.aspx
...anyway, how's the booksales going lucky? A repost then... "...nice to see old Marx is making a comeback..." comments Jats feeling the need to write after ordering a bolt on-line seeing as its predecessor decided to stick fast yesterday where despite spending two hours banging and wrenching, it refused to budge, so this morning Jats simply cut it's head off "...where 'an economy based on endless growth is unsustainable' keeps ringing out, despite the manufactured figures of the moment trying to kid us otherwise, so, is there hope then, as it's finally becoming fashionable to be a socialist again as it dawns on many he may have had a point before it was bastardised out of shape.." wonders Jats taking a break from fixing stuff and putting the kettle on while hearing that the recent small rise into the black here in the UK is being attributed to the shades of grey trend where the women of the nation it seems are saving us all by consuming the accoutrements needed to satisfy there kinky bent with their lovers then, Jats chuckles and so thanks them for trying to save us from our selves "...though many of his words ring true now, take 'social progress can be measured by the social position of the female sex' and 'the only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain' indeed then..." Jats chuckles again, trying to make non sense of it all once more http://www.dailyfinance.com/2012/09...onomic-stimulus-how-smutty-books-are-helping/
"Naked, drinking a fine Calvados, and reading poetry to each other in front of the blazing fire." The little mouse strikes a pose in an attempt to be a siren instead of a mouse. Then she laughs out loud. "Nah, I'd rather wrestle slathered in fragrant oils and feeling the slide of flesh on flesh, of heat blazing through the blood, firing up the lust for more, for ..." She wets her lips and swallows while the image plays through her mind. "Can mice be trusted not to bite when they enjoy something they really like?" And she bites of the tip of the cheesepuff to savour its taste.
"...yes a good job Holmes was more interested in Watson wasn't it or perhaps he just couldn't be arsed with such transparent a game..." chuckles Jats searching for soporific junk tv with the remote now until the football comes on "...and anyway that was yesterday where you might have prerogatively changed your mind..." Jats chuckles dismissively busy bumbling around looking for what needs to be done for tomorrow seeing as it's off to Wales again for some more life changing "...and where Mata Hari could only be herself where Holmes could be anyone and resist her then for the power to change is powerful indeed, life changing even..." smiles the chameleon finishing this off nicely at the end of the day now as Jats goes to bed for a cuddle
"Ah, yes," the little mouse says while warming her cold toes on a warm leg. "There is power in change, a power not all realise they harbour in ones self." She smiles as she changes position and causes a yelp as her toes inadvertently touch what should not be touched with anything as cold as her toes. "Why do most humans fear change? Is it for fear of the unknown? Or is it that they are unable to see what lies beyond their box, their 'safe' life. Or is it that they secretly love to complain and actually like to feel unheimlich. Do they want to be anxious and on their toes to perform to what is expected of them by society, instead of change their ways and do what they really want and feel comfortable with?" The little mouse shakes her head and whispers, "Glad there are those that can change, for one should always remember, what does not change will fail in the end."
