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

repost from elsewhere, someone having doubts about her personal life

the goblin didn't know the details and never advised much even if he did, imagining that something like this was a mirror to one's character then, or at least a chance to show oneself one's finer qualities, "...look, only you know the answer from within here..." ventured the goblin about it, adding "...so take a bit time out from your dailylife and have a chat with yourself, simply you owe the situation a little more depth I feel, where it isn't so much a decision here, so much as a "rain-check of self" so to speak anyway, too easy to chase superficiality and compromise isn't it, but where are you in all this, well just don't stop till you know one way or the other now..."


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the goblin's night was catching up with him, but he just wanted to get in one more post before it did, and he promised to reach inwards tomorrow, that daily promise to face that slot till the words came to him, or till that an image would just return to his mind saying " write me goblin", and there were ghosts of the past that had to be rested in words too, "...simply, I owe it to my life to write about my life..." mused the goblin suddenly reminded of his math teacher who had said "I see you have written down the answer but you'll get better marks if you write the process too", so perhaps the goblin was just writing out the process this time


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today the goblin's goal is to get into the "males need not apply" forum he had come across this morning, "...um, well let's see, first name: margaret, last name: thatcher, address: 10 downing st., london, european weather buffer, sex: long ago, age: even further back, hobbies: shopping, ladies nights and powdering my noise for hours, username: fleamailnotaman..." as the goblin then pressed the "agree to terms" button in earnest adding "...now slot, all we have to do is start the "last post" thread there and retreat presumably unnoticed..." sighed the poor little goblinness in her distress now


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"...thanks..." said the goblin, knowing that when he tried he failed, and yet, when he didn't try it came to him, the goblin explained "...simply, the pact with muse's changes the focus of one's life from what do I want in life to what is worth posting in life, and there are three clauses of her pact then that seem constant throughout ones posting life here, their being "honesty", "a shared life" and "a thick skin", where the first and last clause are self-explanatory, but the second one "a shared life" is only really understood by someone who has opened up to their muse...", at which point the goblin wondered if he was making sense, even to himself, but he continued, adding "...you see, the average writer doesn't know when, nor where, nor what, idea she will offer him, simply the muse is constantly there and the writer somehow lives with her sharing their dailylife together 24/7 in his mind...", "...so, in other words what the goblin's saying that you writers are a bunch of raving schizophrenics..." went slot's voice in the background, where the goblin suddenly started twiddling his thumbs in escape mode wondering how he could ever get out of that accusation then, but alas there seems no escape now


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......:rofl:



Cheers Glen.

 

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sunday morning early hours, the goblin needs this solitude to speak to the slot "...speak to me o wise goblin...", they often jested, after all they went back years together "slot, the point in life is not longevity we know, I don't want my engine ticking over aimlessly I want to go at full throttle and crash out of this life at some point...", "...and what about those who depend on you goblin, have you forgotten them...", "...no but would they have me live a lesser life here slot..." the goblin's mind went back to the point where his mother, when she wasn't this vegetable state then, had mentioned that granddad had asked for the fatal injection after his debilitating stroke "...slot, if I don't choose to be granddad, I will be my mother, life is not some bank account to be saved, you understand don't you..." long pauses between them, then "...so goblin what downfall have you planned for yourself...", "...nah, that's not my intention slot, but to me it's a great freedom to know I can choose I suppose, where that choice remains mine and mine alone..."


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repost form elsewhere, the goblin's introduction on the goth's forum

"...hi, I'm just your average everyday kind of goblin then..." said the goblin adding "...not really that much to say about me, not that I ever really know which "me" I am though, oh yes there's that "married working man with family me", and that "know a lot about computers me", but the "me", or at least the real "me" I am looking for remains ever elusive behind my dailylife and all that worship of the moneygod..."



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repost from elsewhere, where the goblin had cut his loses and turned off notifications

the goblin understood that he makes a mark of caine on himself whenever he fights those people that don't like his way of posting or him either, so he just restarts elsewhere and then tries even harder to create his posts where he is accepted, saying “...perhaps one reads and replies for others now, but after that one posts for oneself to know oneself by it, or else where's the point where one is anonymous to begin with, and where honesty, a shared life, and a thick skin is all that one has here...”


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as if slowly readying his makeup seated in front of a theatre mirror, the goblin feels himself to be backstage looking across from his now neatly arranged props of this dressing room, "...on in five minutes goblin..." calls the imaginary voice from the other side of the door, "...thanks..." he shouts back brushing off the anxiety and impatience that always builds up in those moments before he goes up onto the thread/stage, so the goblin just checks through the lines while roll playing the piece over and over in his mind and then calmly walks into everyones view, "...for tonight this thread is ours and I will carry you away with me..." he promises them but the result was never that certain he knew, "...oh no, the uncertain outcome is what makes livewriting so live..." he confided in a whisper


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"...if, in my life, I manage just one perfect post, and honestly just one and only once too, and really know it as such, then all the other posts, no matter however good or bad they were, throughout my whole posting life until that moment, would have been both worth it and irrelevant in the same breath..." ventured the anonymous goblin once more, whose goal remained ever unchanged, where he repeated "...so I fight my old age here by trying to create that one perfect post now...", but the goblin also knew, that perfect was impossible, not that that fact changed anything at all in his view, for what choice was there really, none now for he would find himself by that post or spend his whole life trying to


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"...well today we can laugh slot, that is if the others can catch us up here..." smiled the goblin adding "...but the truth is nothing outside myself was ever really mine anyway, where all these tears come from when I forget this simple truth I suppose, perhaps these tears would come even, and in spite of, remembering this truth too, so it's all just an unfair truth then, that throughout one's life one has to keep saying goodbye to people, places, and things...", "...goblin let's go back to laughing, our lives are too short for this..." said the slot who was looking at the goblin writing this text thinking silly old clinging fool who gives the very advise he himself can never follow, the goblin laughed between his tears too saying "...those goodbyes hurt slot but surely I, at my age, should know better and be used to it by now...", "...goblin, you can know whatever you like, you can reason and remonstrate with yourself too, but you'll still feel hurt all the same if you care now..." said the slot in one understanding gulp


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"...perhaps then..." the goblin mused on seeing his posts to date "...it's the very fact that one fits badly into one's own existence that makes one all that more aware of it...", at which point death, sitting on the chair opposite the goblin smoking a cigarette ventured "...too true goblin, most people wake up in their beds before their alarm clock goes off, they note how much time is left before that clock will ring and then choose between sleeping on or staying awake in their lives, only that the real truth is that the alarm clock could go off at any moment...", "...true but then what do you suggest..." asked the goblin curiously, "...nothing really, depends on the individual I guess, how about you goblin, would you sleep on or stay awake..." but the goblin couldn't answer or at least he couldn't find the right answer, so death simply grew a smile upon his face again, saying "...well I suppose too goblin, that if you could actually answer that question, then your alarm clock would have gone of by now..."


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repost from elsewhere, the "what are you thinking" thread

the goblin is thinking of those ghosts in the past again, and how stupid it is now to try to justify himself to them, saying "...what can one ever do otherwise to what one has done, yes there's are always observations with hindsight but none of them will ever change what happened...", yet even now those ghosts of the past just seemed to have their palms outstretched towards in goblin in a wish to be paid off, "...so what coins do I place upon your eyes to pay that ferryman to send you on then..." asked the goblin into the silence of that piercing stare once more


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once more seated between his coffee and his computer, slowly the goblin closes up his latest "today" and places it neatly into his past now as yet one more "today" in a line of so many "todays" stretching back to a point beyond his own memory even, where his mind, having a quick guess of how many memories he must now have memorized by now against some rough total of "todays" he has lived, feels cheated at how little he actually remembers of his long life, even if he tries to deflect the self-resentment with a quick retort like "...alright, but what does anyone owe their past anyway, and how can someone pay it back in kind now...", while outside, upon the cold wet street, as if to echo the goblin's pensive reflective mood inside then, the morning's rain had just continued unbroken on through his "today" again on up to this now late evening moment, until in the end, and upon giving up too, the goblin simply said "...well I guess we owe it to our past not to forget it, but how we do so easily forget our past where we don't fight not to forget it.."


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the fallen rain evaporates away replaced by an unbearable heat that seems to stick to this scene where the goblin continues his guidework on his outside while inside himself he simply appreciates the view of this castle of chillon set majestically on geneva's boundless lake to a background of white'ish mountains , "...this castle was originally built by sir cliff richard..." says the goblin gaging the Britishness of the group who don't really want guiding but still expect the guiding that they don't want to be there, the goblin sends them inside with a smile, as he moves slowly towards the coffee-machine next to the tacky gift shop and the shaded table for his laptop where those other guides might light-up but where this goblin hooks-up instead to his small potent coffee, with some joe jackson music and that ever escaping imagination of his, anyway, the song being "invisible man", the words loudly repeat themselves in the goblin euphoric mind "...you can't touch the invisible man, you can't stop the invisible man..." and every note and word reflect exactly the goblin's feeling at that moment, even if the goblin also knew that this type of moment soon retreats back into the drudge of dailylife once more

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l52BD_2vRIg"]Joe Jackson - Invisible Man - YouTube


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the goblin often felt the truth of what he had once admitted elsewhere then, that each post was in itself dead at the moment it was posted, "...no, the bit that is alive to me, is when the slot is still wide open where every possible choice is in front of one to choose from here..." said the goblin knowing that each time he had eventually posted, it had come from a short span of inspiration, so it was thit surge moment then the goblin loved as he weaved each idea into its text, the goblin continued "...and then, at some later point, one comes across some picture somewhere that seems to have the same idea as the text itself, like a vindication of that text even, where, upon adding the picture to the text like some fashion statement the post becomes complete and ready to be set adrift on forumland and forgotten afterwards that's all...", just something the goblin did habitually then, simply he did all this to forget all this where none of this actually mattered as the posts themselves were externals quiet beyond his control, and yet the person that resulted from the practice of posting was not external at all, for that would become this goblin here and his persona for the rest of his days


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ok the goblin is sober now... well enough to type again and its much much later... hehe... the goblin stumbled off onto some railroad tracks where jimmy page and ace ventura smoked sally D with him,,, its like cherrys! we then headed back to the shuttle in the sky and some mexican touched the goblins head and grass wig sprouted from his scalp... but before all this the goblin watched midgets chase an old woman and some dude stole on a bike who happened to be the new drummer of the goblins band... then he realized he was in the bathroom talking to a spider... Then the goblin headed to his room to light up a 5 foot blunt he was carrying, damn thing weighed a ton... after he smoked half of it, the goblin headed downstairs (fell all the way down) and got some burritos... the goblins mom later yelled at him for blowing up bananas in the microwave and made him clean it up... its still there... im not sure everything seems like such a fuzz... but the goblin, and the drummer, and some chick he was with, drank chardonnay out of beer cans and walked the green mile on some logs in the sky... all in all it was a fun day and the goblin ended up with a half gallon of vodka from who knows where ( he may have stole it from a store)....

 

("...yay, you've got talent then..." went the goblin, enjoying the read indeed, adding "...all are welcome on this thread to write whatever they like to now...")

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Poirot carefully twisted his mustache into a fine point "...um, you know inspector the gray matter moves and the gray matter is telling me that there is something about this case that, how would you English put it..." the inspector looking up from the two double-Dutch texts said "...wash, Hercule, but I don't know, they look alright to me, I mean I can't make head nor tail of them though, but what of it..." the inspector shrugged "...precisely inspector, but that is what they, or should we say he or she wanted..." "...I don't follow..." "...think about it inspector, two posters posting in double-Dutch on the same day in the same thread, what does that tell you inspector..." the inspector looked back at him and ventured "...that they both wanted to take the last place from the goblin...", Poirot laughed "...oh la la, no inspector it tells you that orison319 and GLENGLEN or whoever they are, are in fact the same person..." at which point the great Ork poked his head around the door asking "...how it going with that WIFI problem flea..."


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repost from elsewhere, about tomorrow's german votation

"...common-land is nobody's land, common-law is nobody's law, and a common-law wife is nobody's wife either..." started the goblin, continuing "...so, what exactly is this common market system that became the europe union that the individual member states have signed up to, and what does it actually mean if it's just something that none of them take direct responsibility for...", in fact the goblin imagined that today being the date of 9 11, that that historical event would be the only thing that ourdearmedia would relate on the news, moreover, he imagined too, that nothing about the European Financial Stability Facility or EFSR presently being replaced and enhanced by the European Stability Mechanism or ESM, and whose vote upon it as either constitutional or unconstitutional by the the German Constitutional Court taking place on 9 12 will get no mention by ourdearmedia at all, so the goblin just smiled, saying "...of course the vote is a foregone conclusion of its acceptance perhaps, for if they don't accept the surrender of sovereignty to brussels the euro is doomed straight off, but it also means that the sovereign states cannot back out of their commitment now, so basically it only ties the member state ever tighter together, and ever deeper into a communal debt by it, and yet the politicians together with ourdearmedia along with the rest of us too, have little wish to grab this bull by this horns as of yet, if at all that is, so it just a communal problem is nobodies problem, just someone else's problem later but not our problem now..."


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The goblin was in a sticky situation just to give himself another heads up, he imagined stinky feet being a problem in society..
He thought it was time to stich some threads together. Then the goblin thought there used to be a headshop called heads together.
The goblin posted a short stupid something about himself. when he was living in an apartment he tore out the wall so he could park his scooter there, it was the last thing he bought and it was the coolest thing that ever happened to him. He was so glad he didnt watch allusions/social commentary in tv shows.. he didnt need a car for amusement.. but falling off the scooter wasnt his favorite thing to do. For a moment he wondered if he was wrong. nobody ever elected him as class clown..
Even after he built the science project and was crowned Lord of Volcanoes, and got vinegar and baking soda all over the ceiling, and stained the teachers dress.. Its then he discover new music with explosives.. He didnt want to become a disabled veterans whom collects cute animal pictures on fakebook..