oh how I hate editing posts, so let's do it together

Come on! Somebody ask me about Wednesdays.

 

thedope was wondering at this point, this point having no bearing on what day of the week it is, although the days of the week had become some wonderment to him by virtue of second hand accounting, why Sundays are so brutal, if the rules are different on Wednesdays, and why a birthday makes you feel entitled?

 

Storch felt that he had once again demonstrated that he doesn't play well with others. He didn't know it for sure, but he felt it. He blamed it on the years he'd spent debating politics on this, and other, forums with people who were genuinely mean spirited. Storch became as like unto a walking fist, feeling that, in politics, it was fist, or be fisted. That was the day Storch understood what Paul Simon meant when he said, "I'd rather be a hammer than a nail."

Then it seemed to him that one morning he woke up here in free-style land. He wondered at how the shift from politics to this thread had taken place. He could recall the abuse he took at the hands of those who were . . . just plain wrong, and it now seemed to be but a memory of another time; nay, another life. He knew that those people were still there and that they still needed straightening out, but his will was more in the direction of something else.

 

If you ever find the answers to your questions, fill us in.

 

Oh the time we spend in defense of the truth as if it were not for us it might evaporate from neglect, anxious to put our might into the right only to be continually countered by a flurry of jabs and an undercut. But we must fight for what is right, right?

After a while we might consider the question would you rather be right or would you rather be happy. I am so relieved these days continued thedope to discover I had been mistaken, about everything.

 

Storch wondered if thedope was mistaking publishing the truth for fighting for the truth.

 

In answer to storch's question thedope explained that he could not possibly make a determination of his own regarding the peculiar nature of septupledeugenics as his own birthday sabbath never ended as he watched the sun and the stars come and go.

 

thedope was referring to the pugilistic politic of storch's accounting, fist or be fisted.

 

Storch swore to god that the next time thedope used a word like septupledeugenics out of context again, he'd yank the word from his post and beat him in the head with it. Storch hoped that thedope would give due consideration to the size of that word!

 

I didn't really hit anybody . . .

 

Point is we wear ourselves out shaking our fists. Opinion only argues with opinion, opinion never argues with the truth.

 

It's late. So, twizzle twazzle twizzle zone, time for this one to go home.

 

Practically broke the mint when I coined it.

 

Storch wondered if thedope had ever heard of hearts and minds.

 

thedope had heard of hearts and minds but there is only one of each that he tends and one of each that he can share having tended to them.

 

Storch was different.

 

Storch was identical to his perceived difference considered thedope, making him the same after all. Storch caring for all the things Storch cares for.

 

repost from elsewhere, someone complaining about being given the same "failed" rank as the goblin

the goblin shared the same rank of failed, and yet the goblin didn't mind it a bit, saying "...in fact, they could well be right for all it mattered, ah but one only has to do one perfect post at any point in one's life and realize that every previous failure to that point would have been worth it, yes, it would simply have me thinking "all those previous posts for this one", all the past for the present then..."


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("...yay, almost 9000hits then..." went the goblin)

repost from elsewhere, a forum's "last post" thread

in the old house the mirror to the bathroom is always there, just as it has been since the goblin's childhood, its full length, and, to anyone else of course, it would be just another mirror, like any other mirror, that they pass in the course of their day that is, and yes the goblin too passes many mirrors in his day, except that each time the goblin looks into the depths of this one mirror he see himself yes, but besides seeing his own reflection as most people would, he also sees those ghosts of himself years before, not as some tease, nor as a premise for regret or something, no, only as something matter of fact as those ghosts were then, or as they still are perhaps, “...well it's a compromise goblin...” said one of them suddenly, continuing “...we don't get to live on into that “you” we see here, but we do retain our countenances which is more than I can say for you of course, you're dying goblin like everyone else that is, whereas we can't die, ah but we can't change either, simply we're as “stuck aground” in your past, as you are “stuck adrift” in your present goblin, and we salute you too, for simply we owe ourselves to you then, that's all, dare I put it as, it's as if you are the “last post” of us now...”


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We are never so near and dear to a goal as when we are farthest from it. In his youth, when he was trying his body on in a big way, thedope became one of the most accomplished spin top players in the world by dropping the damned thing ten thousand times.

Say you want a revolution, well you know we all want to change the world.