"Can one do such a thing?" The little mouse grins for she knows she can, and will, or even has. "Words, pictures, highs and lows, borrow it all and use at will, for what fun is in loving to borrow alone when one can share the experience," she says and nibbles on some cheese before giving out the code to unlock it all.
Vincent the rabbit had a hare up his butt chased the cat up the hill and bit her on the ass. The cat seems to be on the bottom of the pecking order per the local fauna save for the occasional small songbird or shrew which represent the pinnacle of it's predatory prowess, what a pussy that cat is. Vincent on the other hand is what they make playboy bunnies for, so virilely peckered he loves to whirl around flipping floppy feet and spray urine in a broad arc de triumph as a sign that he has business with the ladies at the hare salon. Foreplay, or is it fairplay, playing fair for lagomorphs.
...I liked that TD, your best yet, where already your posts are becoming more readable now...my stoat post then in return... "...have you ever seen a Stoat dance? I have. It was 7am and barely light, out he came from the bushes, sneaking about, sniffing the air and looking round with suspicion. When he thought the coast was clear, he jumped onto the grass throwing himself into the air, did a forward somersault, and then skidded along on his back wriggling along in the morning dew, then running around in a circle like a dog chasing its tail followed by another series of random jumps and flips. He appeared to be having the time of his life, skipping and dancing, and I had to stop myself from laughing at his unabated joy knowing one slight noise would scare him off. It was only when he was within a couple of feet of me that he suddenly noticed he had an audience, frozen still, staring up at me and then vanishing in an instant back into the undergrowth. Just a dance, apparently not, they do this to mesmerise their prey, before going in for the kill, a wonderful sight that I had heard about, but had never seen, until then, out of the corner of my eye..." the chameleon replies, randomly
("...good posts, enjoying this thread..." went the goblin) repost from elsewhere, someone suggesting that this forum could be more active "...no, I see this forum as a showroom window for both writertypes and readers alike, where each post one does is one's ambassador by it..." mentioned the goblin aware that there were more readers across forumland itself than most elsewhere today, asking "...two questions here, suppose you wrote something worth reading, how are you going to show it to your potential readers now, and where again, suppose you were that reader who wanted to find something worth reading, how would you go about finding it...", at which the goblin just smiled and laughed deeply, saying "...so welcome to hip forum human, ah no, we're not some writer's workshop for would be writers of some published elsewhere, far from it, upon this forum you write amongst your readers and your posts become you to them then, for if you want to read something, or if you want to be read too, then here is your forum/marketplace between us now...", just that here, unlike those more demeaning workshop whatevers, was a true writer's forum for both writers and readers alike to converse without need of excess activity, smiling "...and all you have to do is just entice readers to your pen here, rememeber only 3% of folks read books today, yes I repeat myself, more readers here than most elsewhere, you're simply surrounded by readers here, but you have to start seeing them as such and to adapt your posts towards them, where perhaps too, they'll then follow you to your books afterwards, that's all, rather simple isn't it and nothing bar convention stopping you now..." xxxx
("...sorry, I'm not quite my usual goblin self today..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...something to do with helping a chameleon out on another forum...") repost from elsewhere, the goblin showing a slight disinterest now "...well this is probably the best threads on this forum, except for any other threads on this forum then..." ventured the goblin trying to piece together the facts as he saw them now, asking "...for clarity's sake, did someone die then, does the fact that one gets a warning from the mod somehow seriously damage your credit worthiness and/or chances with the opposite sex, would it mean that at any moment some unmanned flying drone would be seen flying through the forum window now, or is one suppose to place one's hand upon the shoulder of OP here saying "do not worry my dear human because the justice league of america is on your case now...", yes, somehow the goblin promised to give this thread his full attention after first having that well earned lobotomy that he promised himself, saying "...meanwhile here is some music..." [noparse]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEMJfQn6TDw[/noparse] xxxx
repost from elsewhere, same thread, no more, promise till next time that is "...posters, interested in this type of post, will be most interested indeed..." mentioned the goblin, "...meanwhile though, some accompaning forum music is called for I believe..." [noparse]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4b4CVjOVlGw[/noparse]
Nothing bar convention You had to have been there, but would find out you had besides Was what was implied in all short changed words Heaven help you if you had your own All convening upon the verb enter dead unto the book of life Not for weyou to say they say, a saying one can be seen To take to the grave But let's have it out, a light started up, burning by itself Come, be along soon for there's all time like now Colundefier!
thedope liked the goblin's gobblings wherever he found them posted up or re-posted or forumatically formulated. Randomness does not exclude consistency in that there is a statistical likely hood that personality would have a particular style or we are likely to like what we find likable.
... sorry, Easter holidays again, a repost then... and Jats rises this good Friday morning feeling like he has been carrying that cross "...the true meaning of Easter? Let's see then in this secular society what that means to the children of England..." as Jats carries in his tea and takes a quick snap poll amongst the six in his temporary care briefly interrupting their poker game "...and the votes are in, one mention of 'Jesus', one for the 'Easter Bunny', and an overwhelming consensus that Easter is all about chocolate Easter Eggs and scoffing them... so it looks like XXXX got it right first time..." and Jats goes off to chop some wood singing 'the children are our future...' and then shows them this picture of how Easter eggs are really made to howls of giggling delight, closing the lid while warning them of the dangers of the internet again with the advice to 'kick the pedos in the balls and run' suggested before officiating over the ping pong rematch from the kitchen while preparing the roast dinner then
"...me too, I have to get back to writing, where xerq is not engaging me, so instead if I think that you're reading me jats with the others here too, it'll spur me on to write about the iron lady then, and how the news spin is how she introduced reaganomics to britain, that she made britain borrow all that money and that it's all her fault too, yes I hated the old witch with a passion but I don't heap the blame onto her just because she is now conveniently too dead to defend herself, no as far as the situation went, they knew it, they continued it, and expanded it too, long after she left office, in fact, it hurts my eyes to see through their lying smokescreen, where the me that remains looking on seemed somehow gutted by their failing deception, of course I too could look the other way but what they show bores me whereas what I don't show worries me, so I guess ours is to witness once more Jats..."
...my "Thatcher" post from yesterday then, and you know I read everything you write, several times over, and just when I think I have read them all, along comes another one or two, or ten, and yes xerq, despite your "bombardment", are still reluctant, either having nothing in return, or many of them knowing me far too well already to get caught out again, still, there's time... "... whereas I..." offers Jats dashing off a new post before dashing out again "...am very pleased to hear of the news of Margaret Thatchers death today..." smiles Jats grinning from ear to ear, and I do hope they build a memorial for her, for there are many here in the uk who would like to know exactly where to piss on then..." chuckles Jats singing 'ding dong the witch is dead' on the way to the kitchen to put the kettle on "...no, unlike the many old farts wheeled out now to sing her praises and pour out trite eulogies, specially the chap on the radio just now who thanked her for being able to buy his council house, which ironically has no value now, a fact which is lost on him, a typical deluded supporter, but no, safe to say I was not a fan, and how timely her death then as the rich get richer and the poor get poorer again seeing as her disciples are back in control in parliment so perhaps it might remind all those that turned against her last time to do it again, once we stop celebrating of course..." as Jats looks at his council tax bill again mumbling 'you're having a fucking larf' and then dashing out to continue his little rebellion, as always
...repost from elsewhere... "...ah flea, this darned thinking in posts, where I had better write one or two down as my head is swimming with them, take this one for example..." begins Jats chuckling, almost ready to dress in his camouflage and go out amongst the humans, but not yet "...damn, forgotten them all now, instantly, hang on they'll come back again..." chuckles Jats having a glimpse at schizophrenia again and imagining it could be lot's of fun then continues the narration "...did I mention I have a greenhouse now, constructed by my own bare hands, and ready to go when the sun truly arrives, where I will nurture and grow until harvest, basking in the heat generated from my ground sink, the price of being all green where by digging a hole in the floor and lining it you can run a pipe into it that collects the heat generated by the sun during the day through a little solar panel connected to an old pc fan that sits in the pipe and draws the hot air down into the ground and then at night the fan stops, cus there is no sun to power the solar panel and then all the warm air in the ground is released back into the greenhouse. Marvellous..." smiles Jats still proud of himself "...cost me $5 for the solar panel from china, that's all, yes anything is easy when you know how..." chuckles Jats, who knows that whatever shit he writes, he'll always have something to show for his madness at the end then, looking back, as the chameleon saves one more then as evidence https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJRrjxOcA9I"]Greenhouse heatsink - YouTube
The little mouse smiles, glad to read Jats is on his way to become more and more self-sufficient and less dependant on the supermarket maffia and their schemes to get humans into buying more. More and more of things they do not really need. "Sorry, I got carried away. I meant to say, with a heat sink like that you should be able to extend your season, maybe even harvest twice? Could it be strong enough to have a winter harvest?" She wonders if nature would/could be fooled like that. "She is a fickle mistress, never to be fully trusted. Not like mice, a mouse might steal but fickle?" and the little mouse laughs as she sits back on the sofa glad for the heat of the fire which still roars despite the season and its name.
("...well this has to be one of the best forums to just stop by and read post upon..." mentioned the goblin) repost from elsewhere "...here we go again..." went the goblin, adding "...and regardless of whether this is a false flag or not, it well be used as such, for one only has to note the course of events from 9/11 to the present day, so it will be another war then as they always take us to war when all fails but to take us to war first they need us whipped up into a frenzy to hate the enemy where then they only need us to connect it like dots form osama bin larden on to the taliban on to saddam hussein, weapons of mass distraction, patriot act on to national defense authorization act, etc., yes that's their trick and we can see where this goes next, but instead keep your eyes upon the too big to fails because that is where actual news is, for I wonder which bubble is it going to be this time then..."
Jats pauses stripping down the old computer tower then to extract the fan seeing as the little solar panel arrived this morning from China and the plan can come together now "...well I do hope so lucky, a bit more diy'ing to be done and I'll let you know..." smiles Jats just back from warming up behind the glass a little "...and anyway, get you, philosophising, where I know you are sucker for the old '2 for 1' offer, you can't resist can you..." chuckles Jats continuing with his bumbling about as the missus comes down in a little skirt dressing for her afternoon appointment leaving a trail of perfume in her wake where Jats spots the signs that some shopping will be done on the way back no doubt, then knowing for certain as the shoes start clip clopping about on the wooden floors of the little cottage by the canal that also seem shinier than usual somehow "...and let's not mention 'shoes' of course..." smiles Jats getting up off his arse finally and getting some groping/cuddling in beforehand then to show his appreciation
"Good to know there are still men who show their appreciation in the only way which cannot be misunderstood." The little mouse laughs as she plucks a white hair from her black dress. "Not mention shoes, Jats?" The little mouse laughs for she knows even without hearing the word shoes they are never far from a human's mind.
Like fuck, thought Dejavu, turning up the music. "If that's what it takes to get you up, you're dead" he said. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QL0l3XpHRfY"]Ruff With The Smooth - Twisted Girl - YouTube
"And why not party? Death is just the beginning or so some believe." And the little mouse smiles for the follies of belief and its reasoning. "But dancing to the tune ones life is set in can only be done when in sync with ones inner most self for else one will be in disharmony and lose ones footing creating inner chaos causing disruptions." She cocks her head hearing that tune and swaying to it she must move compelled by her personal tune the one which moves her to content and dances away into daily life and its near perfection. "But if perfection would exist what reason would one have to continue on this journey through the abyss into ones inner most innerness to find what matters most?"
