oh how I hate editing post so join me at it then

[fleamailman]

("...one question at a time then..." suggested the goblin thinking Wambo Rong had the right idea in posting, even it lacked focus, any coherence, and intention too, good for a first attempt perhaps, but then goblin in his benevolence added "...remember it's not too hard to post intelligently if you keep at it, it's just think it up, write it down, and hit the post button too, no, you can thank me later if you like once you've mastered the process then..." and with that the goblin posted another one now)



repost from elsewhere, chatting with the christians on their forum again

ANYHOW- back to angels. Open your bible- look at the description of "Angels". Please observe the following: 1)They are always male- their names clue you in to their sex. 2)Human females find them desirable as sex mates (the reason for the flood with Noah- how timely this topic would show up with the new movie coming out) 3)They are always sent by G-d on a very specific mission to accomplish. Might be something as simple as delivering a message ("For this day a Savior has been born in the City of David" the Angels sang) or violence (An Angel sent by the Lord G-d to kill Moses because he hadn't circumsized his boys- which his first wife got angry and threw the foreskin/liberal brains at Moses and said "You have made me a bloody wife")

"...quite so, god's angels are just as you state there, true enough..." mentioned the goblin thinking upon it now, then continuing "...but to me what I call "life's angels" are something day to day here, more simply they're those trials and tribulations that one wrestles throughout one's life, and how they seem legion don't they, with names like "death" "poverty" "pain" "rejection" "depression" "addiction" "old age" "loss" and "failure" together with so many others that escape my recollection here, yet without battling them we'd have no real humanity to speak of really, no way to find our own strengths and compassions per se, for our eyes would be as closed, and our understanding would be as warped too, as those pharisees who thinks that god can somehow be duped by reciting scriptures while following lookgood rituals alone, where instead it's proper to learn from those angels there, and where if a man doesn't subdue those angels then those angels are somehow wasted upon him in the confrontation, so I repeat myself in saying life's angels are not there to be nice they're there to help one shine in their reflection..."



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[Wambo Rong]

("...one question at a time then..." suggested the goblin thinking Wambo Rong had the right idea in posting, even it lacked coherence, but then added "...remember it's think it up, write it down, then hit the post button too, you can thank me later if you l like one you've mastered the process then..." and with that the goblin posted another one now...")



repost from elsewhere, chatting with the christians on their forum again

ANYHOW- back to angels. Open your bible- look at the description of "Angels". Please observe the following: 1)They are always male- their names clue you in to their sex. 2)Human females find them desirable as sex mates (the reason for the flood with Noah- how timely this topic would show up with the new movie coming out) 3)They are always sent by G-d on a very specific mission to accomplish. Might be something as simple as delivering a message ("For this day a Savior has been born in the City of David" the Angels sang) or violence (An Angel sent by the Lord G-d to kill Moses because he hadn't circumsized his boys- which his first wife got angry and threw the foreskin/liberal brains at Moses and said "You have made me a bloody wife")

"...quite so, god's angels are just as you state there, true enough..." mentioned the goblin thinking upon it now, then continuing "...but to me what I call "life's angels" are something day to day here, more simply they're those trials and tribulations that one wrestles throughout one's life, and how they seem legion don't they, with names like "death" "poverty" "pain" "rejection" "depression" "addiction" "old age" "loss" and "failure" together with so many others that escape my recollection here, yet without battling them we'd have no real humanity to speak of really, no way to find our own strengths and compassions per se, for our eyes would be as closed, and our understanding would be as warped too, as those pharisees who thinks that god can somehow be duped by reciting scriptures while following lookgood rituals alone, where instead it's proper to learn from those angels there, and where if a man doesn't subdue those angels then those angels are somehow wasted upon him in the confrontation, so I repeat myself in saying life's angels are not there to be nice they're there to help one shine in their reflection..."



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nice try fleabag but you don't even get half me. I don't flood with text. See Me

[fleamailman]

("...one question at a time then..." suggested the goblin thinking Wambo Rong had the right idea in posting, even it lacked coherence, but then added "...remember it's think it up, write it down, then hit the post button too, you can thank me later if you like once you've mastered the process then..." and with that the goblin posted another one now...")nice try fleabag but you don't even get half me. I don't flood with text. See Me

nice try fleabag but you don't even get half me. I don't flood with text. See Me

("...not trying, all this comes naturally to me now, though that's not your question I hope, so why did you ask a whole bunch of incoherence if none of what you asked before you care to repeat in order to get an answer now..." inquired the goblin with only Wambo Rong's welfare in mind here, adding "...remember, it's think it up, write it down, then hit the post button too, not too hard once you get the hang of it...")



repost from elsewhere



how strangely it seems now, that the goblin and the mommies went so far back together then, "...ah, those women and that realm of women's interests forums, one which is always so strange to anyone uninitiated, as I was at the time I remember..." ventured the goblin, adding "...but they're avid readers and a force in their own right on their boards...", outside now, those relentless wheels of passing cars just crushed the fallen water of the wet road in that unmistakable sound of light monotonous rain, and inside too, the bistro resembled the goblin's props of a "last post" thread, or whatever would equivocate to that in his dailylife to a "last post" thread that is, till the goblin just added "...a creature of habit I am too, though part of me always rebels against this course of least resistance that I always choose for myself within dailylife, for folks, I will never be that meat and two veg writer, that all this meat and two veg existence is about, no that's just not me here...", and it almost seems now that the mommies had somehow taught the goblin to rebel like this, for certainly a debt to them was heartfelt



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Good morning fleamailman.

 ac_hithere

[fleamailman]

Good morning fleamailman. ac_hithere

("...hithere then..." replied the goblin hoping that Fashinista didn't mind Wambo Allwrong first attempt at trolling there, suspecting too that he'd get the hang of it eventually, meanwhile though the rest of us would have to hide our embarrassment out of politeness, but then the goblin restarted turning to more important matters, asking simply "...what do you want for your time here, how does this forum serve you too, and how do you see your posting in the future..." whereupon the goblin turned back to his posts, yes he had so many that needed hewing still, somehow he understood that it was a defiance towards his dailylife in that his dailylife wanted him either to focus on the rat-race or to distract himself with pastimes, but the goblin knew the score, sighing "...so easy to lose sight of the real goal of figuring out the bigger picture, part of which is their agenda no doubt, and yet who hasn't an agenda now, only the question is can you figure it out before it occurs...", as his finger pressed the post button)

what kind of a person keeps this up for so long?

"...someone who can make 100hits a post in the end..." replied the goblin, adding "...just someone who can do this repeatedly across many forumland too, where I'm just toying with them till they can match me now, why, because when they can match me is when I get something worth reading in return, no I had this type conversation with xxxxx yesterday, and xxxxx the day before that, that simply the point of this is not what results as in what gets written down, instead it's the practice of posting which counts, so choose wisely your next question, or you can join them others in missing that point there, simply I am sharpening my pen in the practice of posting here, where I only have three goals by it, a writer's way with words, an illustrator's eye, and an credible person, none of which will come about if I sit idly by or waste my time trolling like they do..."



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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the troll's forum



"...nah, a troll never has the initiative, always he has to cling to the shirttails of others here, so years pass and looking back he has nothing to show for it bar his trolling, becoming much like the donkey in pinocchio with only himself to blame..." mentioned the goblin well aware of the tally-benchmark of one's posts was something that would catch up with everyone eventually, adding "...thus I feed to read here humans, where your reading me means nothing, but at some point something snaps within you and then one stops trying to emulate the others around you for some bland acceptance by them, instead one thinks "no, I'm going to post for myself now", and then one's posts change, for one starts writing for oneself, yet how does one know when this has come about, because it's about then that the trolls start clinging to one's shirttails, that's how one knows..."



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[@realAzhyaAryola]

Once someone declared this to me, "let me speak plainly now..." only to find their message confusing. How can plainly speaking be confusing?

[@realAzhyaAryola]

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This fellow looks like Peyman Maadi. He first caught my eye in Camp X-Ray. He could have been in other films I've seen before but I only took notice of him in Camp X-Ray.

[fleamailman]

Once someone declared this to me, "let me speak plainly now..." only to find their message confusing. How can plainly speaking be confusing?

("...the difference between style and content perhaps, where the style has been dropped but where the content remains complex..." ventured the goblin guessing then but not knowing really, while outside the day seemed one of clearing clouds over wet cold ground, the goblin for his part on his day off would head to the bistro shortly, merely he was killing time till tomorrow then, asking "...what does one do on one's day off...")



repost from elsewhere, the lupusbot's forum, the last post thread

Lupusbot is back! Pain is still hanging around but it needs to go away...perhaps if I quit over using it on this keyboard might help! I'm so glad you didn't forget this board. I'm bringing everyone back here from xxxxx website as they will start charging in July.. Now I'm last.. I won!

"...yes you won there too but do not win for my sake alone, just come whenever post whatever as I really wouldn't have it any other way now..." replied the goblin grateful to admin for her kindness towards him and her effort towards herself, adding "...you see, this thread is really only meant for winners, and what I mean by "winning" is just not giving up, nor or giving in, to one's dailylife there...", so the goblin knew that if he posted only to please queenlupus now, it would be so fake that he would just fail, no, so he too was on his journey to self here, saying "...elsewhere I am either a famous livewriter or just that notorious troll depending on who reads me I guess, yet here I am just your friend again, so win through now and I will be here whenever you post too, and here when you don't post even..."



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[fleamailman]

This fellow looks like Peyman Maadi. He first caught my eye in Camp X-Ray. He could have been in other films I've seen before but I only took notice of him in Camp X-Ray.

"...I didn't know that was what it was or who it was, no I only picked the picture because visually it matched the sentiment of the text there..." mentioned the goblin who often found out that the reader saw something quite different because they knew the background of the picture, adding "...yet most folks are unaware like me, so the picture works in its underlining...")



repost from elsewhere, an american "last post" thread(written years before trump came to power)



"..still making me think there..." said the goblin loving the reply, adding "...but what if there were a slippery slope here, where it simply starts off as something innocent and acceptable enough but then descends as something more sinister...", of course the goblin was now thinking about the swiss in their recent "no" vote to minarets, thus banning minarets from being built in switzerland, "...for example, an analogy then, what if some forum were to first throw out all its trolls, then to move to those who used bad language, from there to those who posted nudity in any form, on to the those whose opinions were too radical, etc., on until only the admin and his or her clones remained, in short what a "narrow minded" forum it would then become by it, albeit one that might well have reached those aims through a consensus of democratic means as in this case...", simply the goblin was thinking back now, to how correct and enticing those same type n*zi messages must have sounded to mr average during the pre war depression years to those who, when faced with the twin burdens of a hyper inflation on the one hand and political impotence on the other, wanted something to be done about it, so the goblin merely concluded "...lets pray then that this minaret vote here was just a "one off" then, or conversely let's start to worry about who might be next then on their list now..."



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repost from elsewhere, just sharing



the goblin sits in the bistro again, readying his brain for "take off" that is, "...ah, just a little more imagination and I will be out of here in my own world once more...", though meanwhile he just looks at the group of middle aged men chatting and drinking away next to him, dismissing them as somewhat old school,  "...ah now, there but for the grace of forumland goes me then..." he types into the slot observing them still, while the white wine remains ever their preferred medium of escape it seems, adding "...their choice I know, and perhaps it's the same escape we all seek too, our escape from dailylife, though tomorrow they'll just be back here once more, while I'll be editing this portrayal of them I guess, this is, of their drowning in their drinks only to be flung back onto some shore of sobriety afterwards in some senseless repetition, at the same altar again, that same ritual, with exactly the same result too...", not that this shore of sobriety was very forgiving for that matter, for what did it ever offer one instead now "...and besides, what does this life owe anyone anyway..."asked the goblin once more as he escaped away onto forumland in his turn



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[@realAzhyaAryola]

I avoid images with dark messages, favoring lightness to darkness.

[Anonymous]

I avoid images with dark messages, favoring lightness to darkness.

I like fleamailman.

[fleamailman]

I avoid images with dark messages, favoring lightness to darkness.

"...that's like pulling one's punches a bit, as if all that one writes was somehow sugar coated meant to please stuff, pass, I'll leave disney to corner that approach there, I'm more for leaving the reader guessing now..." mentioned the goblin suspecting that it was a matter of personal choice though, then restarting "...me I only have to get the post right to myself really, meaning that the reader comes along for the ride somewhat, not that I'll know what I'll write next really only that my benchmark is ever "me to myself" by it...", the morning was fast flooding in from the east, the goblin on his day off imagined that he would go to the bistro again, sighing "...am I not happily insignificant in dailylife here, yes a life of king log as it were mixed in with madame bovary perhaps not that I'm tempting fate to have it otherwise though, only that this old age holds little youthful adventure and thus I'm thrown back to my own devices such as being online each time, I read the posts with a passion yet I know that being online is all about conversing with people one doesn't know who aren't really there neither, no only words on my screen in front of me it is then...", "...naah, it's just all in your mind goblin..." voiced the slot in the growing light now



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[fleamailman]

I avoid images with dark messages, favoring lightness to darkness.

I like fleamailman.

"...here to be liked then..." smiled the goblin on his dayoff still, while the bistro at this point seemed alive with imposing womenfolk, their snappy dogs, and those toddlers playing in their corner, and where the communication between them was so constant enough as to have to goblin place headphones firmly over his ears in full escape mood, yes the music was just whatever could take him out of himself in what he was writing instead, perhaps he could write about politics again, asking himself "...so will trump trump the swamp or will the swamp swamp trump, who knows, and either way why is the witch still there in our midst, I mean why hasn't haiti issued an arrest warrant for her if less then 1% of what she collected on their behalf after the earthquake got to them now, thus the clinton foundation makes a laughing stock of the american judicial system, where both the CIA in its intransigence and the mainstream media in its acquiescence, tells you all you need to know about the stink of capital hill today..."



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