"I can trust you, like I can goblins and chameleons, and even occasionally christians like thedope who can't hold their thinks." said Dejavu, now addressing him. "Awww, he'd consider it dishonesty, thediddums! If your words won't support themselves, it needn't mean your meanings don't, baby. Not all of your sayings I can unsay. Some are better than others." he chuckled demonically. "If I don't take you for your word, christian, it is only because it doesn't make sense, and not because a torture cross stands for torture. An allegory for accusation? Some of your best fluff." He laughed a long laugh at thedopes taking exception to exception, and at his talk on self-conception, the ego, and broke it down for him. "There's no barrier to the perception of love thedope, now be a brick and get building, you're shithouse as a removalist!" He then made the appropriate apologetic gestures for blowing up this particular page in the thread for random stuff. "Roll up and scroll along!"
repost from elsewhere, new, just keeping you company now "...how right you are, but death pulls us back each time..." replied the goblin who probably wouldn't go to his brother's funeral when it happened, explaining "...no, I refused to be checked for blood type match simply knowing that it lead to the bone marrow transplant and the rest of that very painful experience that I wouldn't and couldn't do for myself even, so I guess I'm not welcome there anymore...", instead, and to add insult to injury perhaps, the goblin had offered to help out with the cost of the funeral, explaining "...so finally his vices have caught up with him where still he smokes and drinks for sure, so why save someone who won't save themselves, where he was almost at retirement age too..."
...to the death then...just chatting with another "livewriter" elsewhere, see if you can guess who by the words alone... Jats wakes slowly and painfully, flicks the kettle on and then the knee brace as he hobbles back to the sofa to inspect the rest of the damage to his battered body "...ah no, no bedtime books for me, for if there had been I would have been up half the night having to finish it voraciously, for see, sometimes like today and yesterday I have to be prodded awake for an early start though in the main I can wake as I please, but I tend not to pick up a book much these days, far too addictive..." replies Jats gulping his second cup of tea already while throwing on the same old trousers and some fleeces then making another cup seeing that the drizzling rain will mean once this early chore is over he can return to the sanctuary of the little cottage by the canal and leave all these manic ealrybird humans to it while he waits for the weather to be far more suitable "...no the only page turning stories I crave for now are the ones that I am in, especially if I am the hero then..." unexplains Jats remembering to brush his teeth, ready now to fight on for another day
"It's all in the mind. Either one as (un)real as one can imagine," the little mouse laughs as her late night supper's smell reaches her nose.
"If everything was only as real as we imagined we'd..." There was no point in Dejavus finishing that sentence. "But that we want it to be, there's the rub!" He blubbed, knowing it needn't be.
"A word is a symbol for a thing but not the thing itself. A barrier can be a material thing or a mental block, something that obstructs or separates by emphasizing differences," said thedope. "There is no barrier surrounding or prohibiting knowledge, but impatience can act as a barrier to learning."
"... the word can become the thing when the thing is but a word. One word can be enough to become the barrier when one does not care for ones words and use them inappropriate." The little mouse smiles as she hears words liberate instead of barricade.
"A word is a meaningful sound or combination of sounds that is a unit of language or its representation in a text. For the purposes of the writer, all words are symbolic. A symbol is something that stands for or represents something else, especially an object representing an abstraction like thoughts in the mind," offered thedope living and writing.
...hey Dej, change that big picture will you, it's stretching my browser, very annoying...meanwhile a repost, just annoying some "writers" elsewhere which might get us to the next page quicker than these pithy one liners then... "...nah, we, like anything, are easy to fathom once you get the hang of it, though we are mostly harmless..." replies Jats feeling better now that the second cup of caffeine has kicked in and his 'post for the day' is underway, yes funny how they soon mount up that way "...though there are always one or two trolls on every forum, even the quiet ones so we are well used to them, and my apologies then if you got caught in the crossfire so to speak..." continues Jats noting the ever increasing delay of responses leaving room for growth then nods Jats at the similarities having just got back from some spraying now, and quite looking forward to the next sly little dig elsewhere born from who knows what then, where Jats and Flea will just let the ever growing number of readers be the judge of that then, even though they knows where to find them, waiting, where even the gods sit up and take notice of that ever growing thread tucked away, some of them even joining in and writing in their posts now too "...yes funny how you'll ignore every link to a website and blog until you see an example of some ones writing, instead of the normal barrage of pithy one liners and txtspeak, it's obvious really, take xxxxxxx for example where if all I had seen of her were idle conversations and her modding across the forum then I wouldn't be interested in the slightest about her 'proper' writings, but now I have seen some in her posts, I'm more likely to look for more of her then, why even part with my hard earned 99 cents for her ebook perhaps..." unexplains Jats as the glorious weather outside the little cottage by the canal screams at him to stop wasting it and so quickly Jats sums up "...so, it begs the question then, who here is encouraging writers to write the most then, these proper writers here so fond of 'editing' others works, or these 'livewriters' then...so, write me something, dance with me now..." suggests Jats smiling while changing into his boots and shorts to see what dailylife has to offer the chameleon now
...another one, from last year as the slide continues now... "...bloody knackered..." Jats sips a brew being back now in the little cottage by the canal and flicks on the radio to hear how the middle income bracket in the UK, earning thirty to forty grand a year are beginning to feel the squeeze too in this happy triple dip recession we are in, living month to month with no savings left and no pension to speak of while in constant fear of losing their jobs and seeing more empty desks around them now as ex colleagues gone are spending any redundancy quickly in order to qualify for benefits under the delusion that they can sponge off the state in relative comfort seeing as that's what they have read in ourdearmedia for years, until they try it themselves of course "...well that's another wildflower meadow cut down, all stacked and drying in the sunshine that will be blessing us for at least another six days, perfect..." Jats loosens his belt allowing the aching abs to breathe "...and I found some scales today sitting on a clients garage floor and was rather pleased to find I am still the same weight as I was five years ago, which was probably the last time I weighed myself then, yes nothing like a bit of manual labour to save on those silly gym fees that many will never use, or the latest stupid diet that's doing the rounds..." returning from the garden after watering the veg while the kettle boiled and teacakes simmered under the grill Jats stuffs them into his gob now and continues then "...but as for me, I know my place now..." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mURhNIjc-Kw"]"I know my place" - YouTube
The little mouse laughs. "And what is that place, or where? Places do change to suit circumstances and circumstances sometimes force places to change. Life itself is a fluid condition where nothing ever stays the same, nor any human ever remains, or even should remain in the same place. Life is like nature, it grows, evolves, betters itself." Putting her feet up under the duvet to warm them she whispers, "I do to know my place and happily remain there for my growth is done for now."
"See, it's blown over already," said Dejavu about the previous page, "never did know my place," he added, grinning. Trying to make up for it he put on a track. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOWhc-Lnawk"]Stakka & K-Tee - Rugged And Raw - YouTube
"Ahh the wind and it's attending blowhards, twisting torrentials, cold, warm, and occluded fronts, high pressure ridges and troughs of low, the storms in the atmosphere reflecting the storms in our consciousness and the storms in our consciousness reflecting the storms in the atmosphere all the while none are actually caused by blowing and sucking even though the wind may blow and it might suck but by uneven heating the world over. In terms of planetary atmosphere the sun heats and lights the world one hundred and eighty degrees a moment at a time while the rest of the three hundred sixty degrees of influence are left to cool in the shadow of a resolute and stony heart. In terms of unsettled tempers of the human consciousness, it is not a fact of nature that our carefree moments, those balmy restful days, should seem so few and forever distant but rather we had not learned to be free with our care learning to care more or less,"as narrated by thedope. thedope then mused that we get through three hundred lines and pithy one liners at exactly the same pace, if we are reading one line at a time. Perhaps the perception we don't comes from the audible range of substance, essential drama requiring a finely tuned ear as opposed to cheap drama that doesn't cost much. Pithy being brief and forceful, often with an element of wit as compared to the long winded mundane, commonplace, usual, and sometimes boring. When you are wholly engaged time becomes irrelevant, if just visiting you must keep your appointments.
...ooh I liked that dope, and hope your reception is clearer now Lucky, a repost then... "...never fucking heard of him..." laughs Jats checking with this forum first then seeing that there will always be something to read now that he is sharing the stage with xxxx again, which for those following along with this mundane narration by this particular madman will appreciate also then, for xxxx is the maddest of them all "...ah yes Green Grass, Running..." and so Jats downloads masses of information wirelessly in the little cottage by the canal where there is barely a book shelf in sight now, and is so impressed at what he is gleaning, immediately downloads the book with a click to devour, later* "...well so far I will take that comparison, and if only I had a book to sell in return yet you have heard of me now too, so famous enough then, that will do, and see who needs Facetwit then, not me or you, we can stand alone together then..." insists the chameleon in his little log cabin which, with co-operation is on the way to getting solar now, but meanwhile the chameleon crawls off to the football thread again, though not before saving this new post now for the journey ahead
"But doesn't cheap drama ends in costing more?" The little mouse laughs as she thinks of queens and drama. Humans are so very fond of their drama, they cultivate it, narrate and play it, live and breath it, while they should better use the energy to construct, for doesn't drama crumbles the bricks of love/sanity until the house no longer carries the roof and it all comes tumbling down?
...says you, you big drama queen...a repost... "...and another thing..." as Jats wonders if he is about to break a promise then "...I just haven't met many men who will make nothing into a drama and then a crisis of their own making with their self destruction announced by the ominous words 'we need to talk' appearing out of nowhere hinting at something far much worse sending you into shivers of dread as the imagination runs riot, like another Jats junior running around, the clap, the law suit, or a declaration that she used to be man..." putting the phone down now on another crazy bitch Jats chuckles once more at the madness that can be woman then "...though the worse one I ever had was just before the penalty shoot out in the England v Germany world cup semi-final, I mean, c'mon, what a moment to choose to announce that she 'thought' she was pregnant, giving me a only few short moments to work out it wasn't mine even if she was, which she wasn't anyway as it turned out, and then returning to the real drama that was happening in the real world, in a man's head, on the TV instead...yes some moments are unforgettable when they come round again..."
Laughing out loud the little mouse reads Jats' posts. "Big drama queen you say?" She shrugs and pours herself another coffee. "Sometimes a bit of drama adds some flair to the scene." She offers Jats a tea and some chocolate. "Isn't life the stage upon which humans act out their lives, real or virtual. Only when the two become one humans might realise there is no real difference and it is all but a dream, one some might want to wake up from while for others it is pure bliss to live the dream, to never wake up and face reality. While all the time reality tries to pull them down from their high, to awaken the sleepers. But even awake, the dreamers will always dream and be even more happier knowing their dream became reality."
thedope wondered "whose caboose in a space time continuum?" "Not likely little mouse," he said, "cheap means costing little, but I know what you mean more like this, the measure we give being the measure we receive, cheap drama is all about giving little and expecting a lot in return and in that way, is a sure route to poverty."
We dream a dream seeing ourselves figures in the dream. If your dream should become nightmarish and it is not to your liking, try to remember you are the dreamer.
"One can always dream," the little mouse says while she sips her wine. "To dream of things past or things one wants in future doesn't change the waking world. Nothing one dreams ever comes true without actions to make them real. To wake up from ones sleep, from the dream and smell the roses requires courage and might even hurt, but one will be the better when the sleeper awakens and dream bleeds into reality."
