What People Say Forum "...what you write writes you ..

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"...are you the mouse I knew before, or another new mouse that I've never met now..." asked the goblin who would be pleased with either then, before adding "...simply we write as we do then, where to write in third person calls forth a persona to be credible, where long after they have forgotten these usernames and that bland posting manners of the vast majority of posters use, they will simply remember a mouse who chatted with a goblin..." in fact, the goblin used the trick of persona to his full advantage, smiling "...a mouse it is then, or a mouse it was all along, and a talented one at that too..."

"...well, at it's simplest I guess I'm the alter ego of the old man who never comes onto the internet in person, where the persona is ever a mask of an alter ego that is behind it..." replied the goblin liking the mouse's big style set against for her small proportions, liking it, liking her, and then adding "...I'm one of those livewriters then, where there must be at least ten of us by now, each one different, each one known by our numerous posts alone much like you would recognize a painter then, yes it's an odd practice to say the least, but if those readers are now here online like this unwilling to read at length like before, then I guess it's just another adaptation on one's part to one's new reality...", "...ah, but it's not reality goblin..." intervened the slot before pointing to his mouth again, saying "...feed me fiction..."

"...invisible in dailylife, anonymous on forumland then..." ventured the goblin, adding "...and very commendable as approaches go...", the hour was so very early now, the old man's cold was clearing but any more sleep was out of the question so he was up, meanwhile the goblin in an effort to amuse the old man was on the internet in search of something to eat, a mental breakfast perhaps, in fact the ghost of last night's fireworks display in geneva still boomed in the background somewhere, not that the goblin had actually participated only that such sounds carry across the city and enlodge themselves one's mind he guessed, before the goblin turned to the mouse and smiled, commencing "...you're good, I'll be here if you should wish to continue now, and certainly it's a lot easier to go to readers in your posts than wait for them in either blogs or books...", in fact, the goblin suspected that if ever someone got real good at posting that that persona would never lack for readers even if they like himself remained anonymouse

"...naah, if I doubt we'll be the only ones posting here in the end, I'm not new to this..." replied the goblin thanking the mouse for her time still, then adding "...where we are rebels if you like, we're but a few amongst the many amongst the million of posters who write so plainly now, ah but if you want your poems to improve then continue rhyming everything, whereas with me It's narration and dialogue then, thus that makes me a livewriter conversing with a livepoet I guess..." while outside the warm night was building up the goblin's expectations as what he'd find upon forumland, explaining "...forum/venue thread/stage and persona/act, where all you have to do is just entice those readers towards your pen...", his smile grew wide a the thought of what the other livewriters would make of this new mouse here

"...still better and better..." went the goblin appreciating the new mouse's effort while noting that he too had written about time often enough, whether it be in connection to the debt timebomb, the end of the present western empire, or the implications of advancing "the colder war", etc., saying "...ah yes, the arts are encouraged as a distraction aren't they, where financial considerations stop poets writers and musicians from speaking out for jeopardizing their future, journalists too would have their reputations to maintain, thus at its simplest anyone who remains known within this system is muzzled under those considerations each time, thus I claim to be anonymous though I dare say that I am not anonymous to them really, but what it means is that I am not beholden to their considerations while I write anonymously, I have nothing to gain while the readers are just left to make up their own minds about whatever I touch upon..."

the goblin should have replied sooner but the old man had had his dailylife to deal with again, while the goblin had simply gone along for the ride, saying "...seven billion grains of sand then, and what if one of this grains of sand were to be smashed and disappear, would it be missed for long, would it matter beyond those who knew that grain there, and what difference would it make to that which is no more, thus I care nothing for "fame and fortune", instead I care about being true to my muse and getting the most from my posts...", in fact the goblin was just like any other goblin he imagined, then repeating "...given a pen and some motivation most folks could actually write where over time no doubt they could learn to write well even, but that's not in their nature though no they need a motive, so they don't write do they, whereas those who do write solely by their nature then seem somehow detached and reflective as if writing had taken them over at some point leaving them lusterless, no, I'm not saying one is better or worse through the practice of writing, only that that choice, if it is a choice mind you, comes at a cost, writing comes with strings attached..." 

"...the title of the thread..." repeated the goblin with a smile, continuing "...in that "what you write writes you back", where perhaps one can grow detached and reflective, moreover perhaps  because there's a feedback loop between the brain and the pen one's dreams grow more imaginative, more vivid, better recollected, etc., these type strings internally, whereas externally the writer often comes across as someone reflective, indecisive, and detached too, in short he changes from being like macbeth a man of action who doesn't think things out through by writing them down into hamlet a man who thinks things through by writing them down but who in the process doesn't act in time

("...warning, writing can cause detachment..." read the goblin aloud while looking at the small print of it, where livewriting seemed a compromise of sorts as to give the reader a voice then, smiling "...with the book the author is long gone, with the post the author awaits your reply most probably...")

repost from elsewhere, new, the "amarica is doomed" thread

"...head or tails goblin..." goes the voice of anton chigurh, yet just like in the film the goblin also knows that the election results and the flipping of the coin have no real meaning, simply the crime will be committed either way then, that the 1% had hand picked their own man in both political parties, where "pro whatever" was a trick to show some superficial difference between the two parties, just icing again, and where the real game or cake was icy-dicey then, an acronym for ICDC as in inflationary caused devaluation of currency, and that once one understood their game, once one could see that their "pro whatever" politics was like that heads or tails choice then, could see that all quite secondary to their subtle agenda advancing in the background of their collusion between the fed and the banks at the expense of the economy, the capitalist system then, and just about everyone and everything within it too, it becomes apparent, no the only question needed to be asked here is why benake was so hell bent back then on devaluing the currency by injecting 40billion new dollars into the system each month for "as long as it takes" in his words, but takes for what end, and yes we know that both political parties are pushing for this at the behest of the fed too, so yes they're short selling america as we speak, where probably the 1% is betting against themselves to cash in on the downturn of the economy while voters vote for mere icing in red or blue colours...", "...heads or tails, call it goblin, is it hillary clinton or donald trump then..." went the voice of on ourdearmedia now, yet the plot had been planned out long before that choice there has been offered


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New hybrid strains at your command.
With glowing hearts we see them rise,
Our new stock, strong and pest-free!
From far and wide,
O Banana, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
For bananas a plenty.

-fleamailman-

(A story, not my own. One that, fortunately, you may already know goblin.)