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

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    "...all very simple now..." went the goblin introducing himself, continuing "...I'm one those livewriters you hear about, ah but you don't believe me yet do you, so I'll tell you what then, I wager anyone here that I can make 10000hits to this thread by christmas, moreover, that before long I won't be alone here in doing it...", at which point the goblin wondered if anyone knew him from elsewhere, but then continued "...so what say you now humans any takers, care to bet against me, MYAHAHAHAHA meaning you probably haven't met a goblin before, well they're not to be trusted...

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    it's that time of year, so the goblin has been thinking about christmas again, and how in this modern age it just didn't politically correct anymore, where non-christians think it is too christian, and where christians thought it is too pagan now, no what the goblin wanted to offer here something else, something new in fact, "...well folks, it's time for the all new "politically correct" name-change then..." ventured the goblin "...so what we need is something historical to celebrate in its place that is both secular and well known..." the goblin continued "...well how about celebrating the discovery on the new world by christopher columbus in 1492...", in fact, the goblin had only suggested this, imagining that there were probably some people in america who were aware of it, "...simple, we take the his name and shorten it, "chis" of christopher and "bus" of columbus...", and with that the felt he had done his good deed of the day and now only wanted to be the first to say on this thread "...merry chrisbus everybody..."

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    the goblin was here too, alone save for that cold feeling of deep passing night as he eyed the the christmas tree for its reassurance though it only seemed to open doors back to earlier trees of his wilder times “…you’re all gone, why do you want me to remind myself of all this now, besides they're, and well you know it too, either dead, grown up, or very old now…” he voiced to the bright tree surrounded by darkness, but the tree laughed back"...stupid goblin, is it only now that you learn that you can't give christmas back to those who loved you, you can only pass it on for them today..."

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    repost from elsewhere, the "how do you see yourself in thirty years time" thread

    well, if the goblin was still alive that is, he had some idea of how he would be in thirty years time, yet he had no idea of what amazing things he could create, nor come across too, if he just kept on facing the slot in posts like this, explaining "...you see perhaps it something like one's outer world slowly crumbles away while one's inner world forms but it does seem that one has to creates one's inner world lest one finally ends up with little of either..."

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    “…this day returns not…” uttered the goblin seeing his happiness slipping away the moment he saw himself in terms of other people, true he was no longer young and the man in the mirror was hardly pleasing, true he didn’t have the house, swimming pool, etc., true that there were those far more educated and with more friends too, “…true all true…” the goblin sighed, ah but wasn’t growing old, in this way at least, the same boat for all of us then, it was as if somehow "life" was telling the goblin to fight his own battles with his own values, the goblin then laughed, comforted by that one fantastic thought then, “…you see, at this very moment I have this slot here, where I can post absolutely anything I like, so perhaps, with a little bit of luck and reflection, I can find that one really great something worth posting now in vindication of it all…” the goblin continued “...anyway I just bet you I can drag the giant washbasin across this shower room and fling it with all my strength against the barred window, like in that film…” somehow knowing life would either stop him beforehand, or catch him up later as it always had, “…ah but at least I tried…” the goblin repeated to himself aloud "...at least I tried, and I am still trying too...", and one day folks, at the end of his life perhaps, the goblin would escape through those bars just like that film too, god how he loved that film then

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    ("...very quiet forum..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...but I wager I'll make 10000hits to this thread by christmas, so what say you humans, care to wager against me now, or chat with me then...")

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    the goblin had now understood, that almost all computer problems find their origin seated between a keyboard and a chair, so he turned his thoughts and eyes elsewhere in this "cybercafe bistro" with some of its computer screens set high against the far wall, where too, the goblin on looking up, sees the muted television screen showing some obese girl being reduced to the size she wants, the same channel that show cars pimped to something fabulous, and rock stars who live in palaces, "...get behind me television..." he simply retorts as the goblin moves himself around to the other side of the table now

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    "...smokers may now smoke in the cemetery..." advised the goblin here, since geneva too, had decided to ban smoking in bistros, though to be honest, sitting out his typing day with a cake for lunch drinking coffees, didn't exactly strike the goblin as healthy living either, but at times he just needed to remind himself of something, saying "...well now, perhaps longevity is not the point of life after all..."

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    another ghost, the goblin remembered the true story in newspaper about a super powerful motorcycle that had killed in turn two of three brothers, of course the point of the story was what would the third brother do, "ride it" or "sell it", but for the goblin, at that time without anyone who depended on him, it was this wonderful image, of staking one's life in the race with death that haunted him then, "...besides death, you could say "call" at any moment so what does one stake here..." asked the goblin aloud to himself, "...up to you goblin, just how fast do you want to go..." came the voice form within him

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    ("...I better not go too quickly then..." started the goblin, adding "...how about I let it make 15hits before I post again, but 10000hits by christmas seemed lunacy, and yet the goblin was a livewriter, moreover he would prove it too if allowed to, saying "...come and post with me, anyone can write in their posts...")

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    the angel's aim was perfect, touching a nerve within, the goblin could now re'see his fingers burning with cold as he frantically cupped the snow into a ball as he closed in on his girlfriend, in fact he loved her but dammed if that mattered at that point, no, first came revenge

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    the goblin still refusing to admit to himself that looking back his love had been based on her faults, but that was what it was, for she had to be vain, capricious, stubborn, unreliable, unbearable, unreasonable and passionate for the goblin to fall headlong in love with her, anything less was never really feminine enough for him to succumb to her charms it seemed

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    the goblin remembered coming across the very toy in the flea-market that he had always wanted in his childhood, and in that way at least the flea-market to him seemed very much like a sea that often washed things up from his past, the goblin picked up the toy, took a long look at it and then finally put it back as if to let it drift away till next time then, saying "...well, I suppose my growing old is like this letting go here..."

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    the goblin just wished to reassured everyone here, by pointing out, that while most psychopaths were normal people, save that they were slightly smarter than most, with perhaps some minor behavioral lapses from time to time, they were nothing like the goblin here, who felt himself to be somewhat more unbalanced in his approach all of the time, stating "...there you go, see, you have nothing to worry about me now..."

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    the goblin thanked everyone for reading or posting on here, though his mood was too pensive to offer much in return, it was as if the goblin was once more back in the court of the moneygod being asked "...so goblin if you had one wish what would it be, name your price, I mean, you have a price don't you, most people here do have at least something they want then..." smiled the knowing moneygod as he stretched out his open arms in a big wave around him across those endless lines of items on offer "...anything then goblin, you name your price and then I'll name mine, it's that simple...", the goblin thought about it but then said "...no, I just want to be creative...", "...ah another bloody fool who thinks happiness can't be bought, simply you want to be "happy" then I take it, a happy little goblin in a happy life..." laughed the mocking moneygod sitting back in his chair now looking at the goblin, the goblin had to laugh at himself too "...I must be mad then, I don't really want happiness either, I mean if you asked me to swap my past tears and my pain, all my sadness, anger, passion, the loves broken or otherwise, these long goodbyes of people and places going or gone, I wouldn't swap them and I never will either, I am simply not cheap to their memory as those memories are all I have of me too, that's all...", which was the point the casher told the goblin to put the groceries back into the cart because the people behind him in the queue were waiting, "...sorry I was somewhere else..." apologized the goblin as the supermarket reality mercilessly entrapped him once more into his dailylife

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    morning, and the goblin slides out of bed in his pre-coffee state, where hitting the bathroom, he will shave off his face, weigh himself against some long lost goal, and return to the bedroom to dress, before switching on those props of the electric kettle and the laptop, where his coffee made, a few gulps has him just roused from within, where landing on an edit thread has him fully awake yet motionless, then perhaps the goblin starts typing out some thought, or phrase, he had kept for this moment, or more often the goblin would just type a reflection of what he was thinking at the moment, or give up without disappointment, but either way, all this had long passed from that early point where the goblin had to explain to himself why he actually did it, for it, like his getting up in the morning was simply habit now, "...and who needs any reason for habit..." he asked himself to himself, continuing "...it just is habit..."

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    ("... 3 = page three on my store-thread, 13 = thirteenth post on this thread, and 195 = either 195hits to this thread or that I will posts a new post once it reaches 195hits where I am simply waiting 15hits between posting..." mentioned the goblin happy to see someone else's post now, saying "...join me then or chat with me it you like, edit threads are not blogs, they're communal in their nature...")

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    the goblin upon leaving home his morning had sailed singlehandedly across to the nearest bistro where upon landing fell to ground to do his shoelace first and then to boldly state "...I claim this coffeeshop in the name of hip forum to the detriment of you regulars who do not type with laptops here MYAHAHAHAHA..." at which point the bistro owner's wife, enormous as ever, bounces out of the kitchen, wipes her wet hands on her thick thighs, flicks her hair back and looks at the goblin with those eyes again "...and what can I do for you senior goblin, a coffee I know but would you like more my sweet one..." the goblin feels his shoes with the bottom of his chin, retrieves his composure somehow, points to a cake and tries not to look at her as she slowly bends over for it saying "...ah you like these then..." she asks, at which point the goblin resembles something slowly turning on a spit as he pays and scurries to the corner table to get on-line again, for he who had sailed in now surfs away types the goblin into the awaiting slot as the picture fades

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    I Didn't Think I'd Ever Say This, But I Rather Enjoyed Reading This Post...:)



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    ("...thanks..." replied the goblin, adding "...I like this forum and have been following the posts, where it seems many of us are outcasts, and yet you all seem tolerant to outcasts so I believe I'll take my place amongst you, where I'll win my wager of a 10000hit by christmas if you let me stay...")

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    the bistro owner's wife is enormous for her short size, and the goblin often looks at her, not so much with some indecent intention, but more as an object for some great hug, the personification of gaea in his view, and in this adoration, her hug alone would make up for every other woman he knew, and whether his hands would meet behind her back didn't matter, no it did matter, and yes they wouldn't, wow at the thought then, which alas is all it could be, yet those were the hugs of his childhood as he remembers them

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    evening, and the goblin hits the bistro where, seated in his normal place, the long moments pass and others turn up and the place slowly fills to the sound of laughing voices over the music, a ritual of rising night that the goblin absorbs and reflects upon, avoiding those that notice him for those who don't, the goblin reads the signs between couples and friends on the one hand, and those who come alone on the other, "...ah now, what could be more interesting than people..." he asks himself

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    somehow the goblin had changed, saying "...before I started this muse's pact, I might have been someone who had wanted happiness, but now, I know that if I had been content, I wouldn't have even seen, nor felt, nor understood half of what goes on around me...", outside, in that hum of this late city's night that contrasted, or complimented, the methodical ticking clock on those white walls around him, the countless majority beyond those walls still clambered "to be happy" in their lives, and yet, the goblin's feeling at this point was one of deep awareness, "...happiness is just one color on the palate of life, but I need all the colors to create, I want to mix those colors together, the sadness and the tears on the one hand, with the joy and laughter on the other to create something beautiful, but above all, I don't want know how it turns out, oh no, this author mustn't know how life's story ends, even if that ending is the same exit for all of us..." said the goblin feeling the need of this edit thread once more, while the clock still ticked away his moments yet each moment here was his moment here for these were moments snatched back from dailylife

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