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

repost from elsewhere, another livewriter then

"...your ghosts remind me of my own xxxxx, epically when it's well written like that, plus those picture match nicely too..." mentioned the goblin who had been replying mostly to christians on the subject of predestination against freewill again, where the goblin confessed to being a bit of a cheat seeing that his religion was simply not to speculate, "...speaking of which..." off he suddenly started again, continuing "...perhaps the reason why I try to find a matching picture for each post I do is because it underscores the sentiment held within the post perhaps becoming a vindication towards my efforts, where in doing so too, one moves away from that subjective rather simplistic like/dislike viewpoint, to a more objective does this picture convey my words viewpoint instead, in other words not whether one likes the shape of the pebble but more whether the pebble is flat enough to skim one's sentiment across the ether of this internet here..." simply, by the practice of posting, the goblin's eyes had grown used to searching out those flatter pebbles amongst that infinite choice, the more usable pictures then, saying "...likewise, what good I do towards others here I do without speculation or expectation now, simply the practice in itself gives me the ability to discern the nature of the better amongst one's choices again, and yet it is all without speculation or expectation in that the action becomes the reward in itself..."


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repost from elsewhere

usually the goblin could tell his own stress-level by the depth of those dreams he is having at the time, and last night's dream was especially vivid, all about some albeit invisible group that was working behind the scenes doing things, manipulating things then, etc., and slowly the goblin realised their presence and that they were actually around him still, and then that other awful feeling, of perhaps they knew too that he was now aware of them there, and worrying over whatever move concerning him they would then make now, would they include, ignore, or eliminate him even, while the goblin for his part fretted between getting involved or doing nothing, "...yes, just a dream I know, but it's an uncanny feeling of being in someone else's calculations that lingers on of course..." said the goblin looking at the other people on the bus rather strangely at this moment, perhaps his thinking was that this was just stuff that dreams were made of then


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repost from elsewhere, something between friends then

the goblin apologized for his last post thinking that it wasn't supportive enough, saying "...look, to make some sort of amens here, and I really do want you to get better that is, well, it's just that I thought that if you did die now, which I am sure won't happen of course, you could let me write up your obituary complete with a matching sorrowful picture, and with some tear jerking heart rendering lamentations to your memory, etc., oh, and we could have some rickydicky catchy epitaph as well then, because I really do appreciate you as a friend, and feel it to be the very least I can do for you now..."


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repost from elsewhere, an american "last post" thread

the goblin loved america, but wondered whether if he lived there would he still love her as much, he didn't know in fact, saying "...what I love about america is rarely what she shows me nor what she wants me to see of her either, no it's those little off camera inconspicuous moments, when without hesitation she shows her true nature, yet if I lived there would I still appreciate those considerations that you americans must take as everyday and ordinary now, or would I just get used to it like I have with geneva's own beauty too..."


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repost from elsewhere, the same friend again

"...depression is just an emotion now, setbacks are just happenings then, and deaths are only natural too, but I started that "last post" thread for winners here, for if you can "post on" then simply you are winning aren't you, so think of it as a game if you wish but the real point is that it just proves to you that you can post on..." mentioned the goblin who too, didn't post because of his dailylife but more often he posted in spite of his dailylife, still he only had to think on others to remember just how lucky to be alive he actually was, and to be able to post too, well amazingly lucky in fact, aren't you lucky then

[noparse]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLK5OWU2YGw[/noparse]


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repost from elsewhere

"...how odd..." replied the goblin, continuing "...didn't I hear that very same line form the witchdoctor recently, save he was putting it more like, well yes goblin, everyone wants more, it's just that they forget that our capitalism is in effect cannibalism with its meat too finely chopped up for anyone to notice who they are eating by it..."


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repost from elsewhere

the goblin apologized in his way, saying "...well, I suppose that if I actually knew what I was going to write next then I wouldn't bother to write it because it wouldn't surprise me when I did, so at times I might follow the previous poster's post, yes, yet often I'm just posting something anyway, as in a license to troll perhaps, and besides, for me alone then, it's never so much, if at all, about winning against someone else here, it's how one wins against one's own butterflies that seems so much more gratifying, simply the how shall I entertain myself with them looking on that actually enthralls me so...", but the goblin also knew that there were no hard or fixed rules to livewriting either, simply each person posted as they wished to and won against themselves in doing so, so the goblin never pitched himself against anyone, quite the opposite, for he couldn't do this alone, no he needed others, moreover only personas were here anyway, so instead one's real battle was ever against those fetters of one's own dailylife, that moneygod too, and perhaps and all those other social dictates then, something that just keep the goblin ever trying to find a way to outflank his reality through posting


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repost from elsewhere, during the copenhagen economic summit

the goblin felt that he had not heard the last of those neoconservatives, saying "...oh yes, their philosophy of arrogance and "divide and conquer" is still very much day to day now, moreover their trick of "constant distraction" is still being used to good effect too, for example, what you might ask has president's obama's statement during the economic summit upon iran's nuclear program got to do with the actual economic downturn at this point, none, absolutely no connection whatsoever, yet in all the heated emotion generated by it, you are no longer asking those important economic questions now are you, ah no your attention is elsewhere, distracted with ourdearmedia playing ball here...", but the goblin knew that this also worked of a personal level too, that dailylife had much in common with the trick of the neoconsevatives then, repeating "...well, the trick goes something along this line your dailylife is so much more important than you are because you are actually living within it and it effects you now, whereas one should be asking oneself where am I in all this, which you'll agree is not quite the same thing, being the difference between the tail waging the dog perhaps and it's opposite, simply it's one's life living one rather than what it should be one living one's life, simply that's how dailylife tricks those who can't break out of each moment's urgency..."


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repost from elsewhere

the goblin almost verged upon his own sanity with some dreaded acceptance today, heaven forbid it though, it was when he admitted to himself what his heart really yearned for, yes he imagined her sitting striding him on the bed, with his ever fumbling fingers of his two most eager but grateful hands slowly proceeded upwards undoing each button in turn, and that amazing sense of christmas to it all, but no, not just in some old memory of it here, no, to actually feel her weight upon him now, with that contrast between those hard buttons and that soft fabric around them between the fingers, those cascading interfering locks perhaps, that pleasant mildly musty feminine smell, and her young guilty attentive smile upon him, followed by his arms dropping the garment over her shoulders to an unmistakable soft ocean of skin to his body's touch, "...so no, I don't want this cold sanity of my today please, nor all this "what I should be doing at my age" confinement here, when really I just want to clasp back even once to hold her within that overwhelming burning sensation of excitement and expectation once more..." confessed the goblin, aware of how it had been for him back then in those few unforgettable moments together, lamenting "...ah yes, just so much of us dies before we do..."


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repost from elsewhere

to the goblin that pleasant picturesque old age home just seemed like some slow engulfing merlin's cave to him, with those confined within through love ever to pass their last within its walls, and of course his mother, tricked in her dementia, is there in amongst the others who wait out their alloted time, though the bedridden vegetable that she has become, crosses his mind often enough, affectionately too, with a tinge of guilt perhaps, as he witnesses what this has all become now, oh and yes, "it was her time", and "it was in her best interests", and whatever one likes to word is as, all true too, but somewhere deep inside the recesses of the goblin's conscience, he knew it for what it really was, it was merlin's cave where one is loved perhaps but where one never exits alive


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repost from elsewhere

and how the dream had been so vivid then, dad, lying in his bed had lowered the bedsheets to reveal a gaping infected mess where his guts should have been, and then pulled back those sheets, so vivid in fact that the goblin remembered that dream alone amongst the many other dreams he has forgotten by now, until some months later, dad was indeed calling him over to arrange things about vegetable mum due to the short time left to him through a cancer within it seems, so perhaps then the goblin somehow knew deep down that something was amiss with dad, even if visually dad looked "right as rain" and "fit as a whistle", dad always did mind you, for his advanced age that is, more months have passed now, and somehow there seems no time nor room left for sentimentality here, it just runs its course in the background of the goblin's mind while his next dream will supposedly reveal his own thoughts to himself again, besides neither of them were ever "heart on sleeve" types, nothing much to say really, just as one gets older these things seem nearer and more likely, wrong of course when one thinks about it, since death is just as they say isn't, where doesn't the line go no one has any more life than anyone else


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repost from elsewhere, a "relationships" thread

"...well if you can't live without it, you are not ready for it..." said the goblin in passing, continuing "...all too easy to repeat previous mistakes or to make those cheap compromises because you don't like being alone, but that's the one thing we have to fight in ourselves, so don't buckle in then, no, I've no idea if you believe in fate then, that there's someone out there that you are actually calling towards you, that when that person appears you'll just know that it wasn't by chance as if then understanding that this present wilderness period had been exactly what you needed in preparation towards it, just remember that line you're not ready for anyone until you're quite happy alone, that's what all this wilderness period actually means, so profit from it by growing strong and whole in your partner's absence..."

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repost from elsewhere, why the goblin hadn't posted in a while

"...me, I'm livewriting quite a lot now..." mentioned the goblin, continuing "...which is usually when things seem most quiet from me, just that the more I create texts by myself the less I'm actually posting them, as posting often equates to my editing stage, conversely many posts might equate to me going through a dry spell..." mused the goblin, but the truth was more probably that there was some creative writing edge to the goblin's thought process that created the texts either in reply to someone or by himself, and then there was a more central subdued editing side to him that did editing by reposting what he had written, and lastly some total escape part of him where he matched pictures to texts as if feeling for it without thinking about it, concluding "...and besides folks, if someone could objectively explain their own madness in detail while remaining subjectively mad by it, then they've got some knack that I certainly haven't...", but by now the goblin's day was slipping away from him once more, so the goblin let it pass once more, knowing that another day would just come back tomorrow, as other days usually did, and yet, nothing was actually promised about the future here, but then again what would it matter if there wasn't another day for one wouldn't be around to know of it


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repost from elsewhere, a "last post" thread, to someone whose father had died after a long illness, just sharing again

"...often when writing something out here, I feel this dailylife to be so superficial..." ventured the goblin continuing "...and perhaps it is madness to talk to one's ghosts of the past today, when every logical reason tells me I am alone just looking at this slot knowing that the others are apart from me as in elsewhere, so my son is in the next room, my wife is in the kitchen, my daughter is having a night out with friends again, and my parents are abroad, but anyone looking from the stars above might laugh at me saying "of course your son is with you he is next door isn't he, and your wife is with you too, she's the kitchen, etc., and each one such a short distance too"...", the goblin paused to a moment to bridge it to himself before continuing "...so perhaps, those terms of near and far are just where we decide our loved ones to be then, and perhaps too, physically I am indeed alone here facing this slot as ever, but I am often talking to my long gone ghosts in this present then, no nothing odd with that then, just this dailylife continues apace physically without them next to me, true, but that's still no reason to draw some silly dividing line on the shore of one's beach where the encroaching tide has been our shared fate, ah no, there's no division where my feelings are concerned, for they're just waiting for me to join them in that water..."


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repost from elsewhere

the goblin liked everyone's posts feeding himself on them, he, for his part, had been desperately trying to convince his children that, contrary to all outward appearances here, their father was still just that then, and no, that he wasn't in fact some sorry substituted alien lifeform from one of those planet of the body snatchers movies, somewhat dashing their hopes it seems, even if their other two claims, that "dad, like all those of his age group, had actually descended from planet bingo at some ancient point long ago", and that the other one, that mum had married the invisible man seemed somewhat more substantiated by the facts as jotted down here, at which point, and in the face of all too much of this unacceptable reality, an internet portal just opened wide in front of the goblin's keyboard, its steel gangway resounding under his quickening fingertips which then turned into a full paced rush up the rest of the reassuring ramp, where a liquid suction sound just welcomed the goblin once more across the ether to those comforting contours of somewhere nowhere and anywhere on forumland, saying "...ah, that's better, now I'm not real again, gone is that overbearing dailylife that always tries to solidify me within its tedious framework each day, so my goal here is to create a persona that is beyond its grip, something both ageless, faceless, responsive and mercurial then...", in fact, the goblin lived next to an old age home as if to rub to point home, continuing "...but I promise to listen to you humans, that's one of the things I do best on forumland, I listen with a passion for I'm a creature that feeds on posts, and as such one that returns whatever it's given in kind, care to escape with me then, I'm always listening, listening is reaching out..."


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"Saw you visited the new forum, and became a member" said the Magician. Disappointed however that none of the above had been reposted there from elsewhere...

"I sent you a message there", the Magician added; "explains the nature of the experiment..."

 

"...it'll come, where I will need to choose a thread page number far in advance of the one here, making those posts there ones that you might not have seen as yet, while giving me those seeing these posts here a motivation to remain doing so..." explained the goblin whose trick was to have a pool 4000post ready, but never to post more than one or two of them at a time, thus making it look like everything he ever posted was new, plus that way he could choose a different thread page for each forum, thus being able to edit posts without repeating the same post 30times in one go, explaining "...think of it as tripod with three legs, a recognizable persona like a magician in your case, an unique username that throws up all your threads of forums in a google search, and a slow but steady flow of content that keeps them reading you...", yes there was no rush, over the years the livewriters would simply pull those readers towards their pens by their posts alone, smiling "...five years in and I'm still very much a novice in many respects but it's nice to be doing something untried that has a potential readership bigger than that of those books even...", so the race is on then, while the goblin himself was never out of the running it seemed, only that his journey to self came before being discovered, so he would die in the running still, such was his intention he promised

 

This is going into the philosophy of 'hipertextualis' thread:

 

("...haven't counted but I must be over at least 30forums now..." mentioned the goblin who needed that many too, adding "...simply if a forum is busy it feeds me, whereas if it is quiet I can use it to store posts upon...")

repost from elsewhere

the goblin simply reminded everyone that the usual secret to concluding a successful job interview, was to show interest in the job, to both say and wear the correct things, and to generally be yourself at all times, "...not that jobs are for life any more anyway that is, but it generally works..." ventured the goblin at it


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repost from elsewhere, the goblin sticking it out

"...well now, is it because there are no other new posts on this forum that you all seem so reduced be to heckling my introduction thread here instead..." inquired the goblin biting back, then confiding something, saying "...ah but you've guessed it right there, "anonymous recognition" it becomes, and why not too, moreover, it makes sense doesn't it, since at the end of the day, all I will ever have of myself is an ability gained through not compromising to you, plus I will know myself by it, whereas what compromise are you suggesting and why, just yet more bland plain text, endless post and discard, and just more fall into line please, face it, do you ever edit and collect your posts into something more than this then, or is this really the best you can come up with, in short, tell me what has been your purpose though in the duration you've been here, at least I walk away from this with a writer's way words and an illustrator's eye, so ban me whenever, yet you neither stop me continuing somewhere nor change the truth of it between us..."


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