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

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"...so perhaps that's why one has to unlearn so much about one's learning to date here..." replied the goblin, adding "...and perhaps too, why writing one's whatevers is simply a journey to self now, where those base writer's motivations only turn one into something as base as they are, and where one might wonder too, that whether without those base motivations if many a writer would still continue their writing...", but the goblin had no external motive whatsoever, concluding "...ah no, it's not that famous quote I think therefore I am at all, well not if one's thinking is both as fluid and as non committal as my thoughts tend to be, for that proves nothing whatsoever of me, whereas whatever I post is clearly a record of what I have thought, so it's not I think therefore I am, it's more I am what I post isn't it..."


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"...perhaps the question is not one of who wins here, as you already know that that changes with the last one who posts now, ah no, the real question remains "with what then" for that's the pull of this thread for me where I am my posts alone now..." mentioned the goblin knowing that this was still early days for most humans, adding "...in a year's time forumland will either commend you or condemn you, for you are looking at a mirror humans, for your posts ever reflect you still..."



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HmJQyS8QVw

 

repost from elsewhere, why one should think on forumland level no forumlevel

"...yes but that could that just happen anyway, where as in dailylife you can both create and kill life but you can't keep that life alive forever, thus you can't guarantee that this thread or these post will remain up where forumland itself offers no permanence to anything whatsoever and however many times I reposts these posts across its surface, simply you threaten a dying man with a quicker death at best whereas in fact at best you only offer his a reprieve from what was this fate anyway..." replied the goblin who always advised people to save their posts, adding "...but there's a tally here, deleted or otherwise, it would just remain what it was regardless, simply the tally being what have you posted for the duration that you have been here where if one has not backed up one's posts then, well then doesn't that too, become another twist of fate here, nothing more than that though...", in fact, when the goblin had originally said what one's posts either condemns of condoles one, he hadn't meant how others saw one, nor the success to the thread neither, nor any other individual thread for that matter, no his journey of self was simply this tally each time, just the progress of one's ability regardless where those locks or bans or deletions were simply an after the fact external reality, yet at the end of the year one still knew where one stood upon one's journey to self being my meaning of one's posts either condemn or condoles one's effort here comment


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repost from elsewhere,

"...the poster wins a reprieve from his or her reality a bit longer then, perhaps that's all we even win by this..." replied the goblin, as if noting how this society would just grind to a halt if ourdearmedia didn't prop up the status quo with anything other than that which one was daily facing here, so the goblin spelled it out now, saying "...no, ourdearmedia gives us bedtime stories because bedtime stories is what we want from them, I mean a few questions then, does anyone think that the euro is workable still, does anyone really think that multi trillion dollar debt is manageable either, or that glacial melt is not causing the weather we see, or that those oversea wars can possibly be won still, that the toxic mess isn't still there, ah no, according to ourdearmedia what is actually happening is related to events, shootouts, scandals and sports, and to a lesser extent some miracle cure g20 summit somewhere, not their fault though, for simply we'd stop watching their distraction if they stopped distracting us by it, for the truth is not something we want to know for sure, we do know that much already, we want infotainment..."


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repost from elsewhere, written during the oil spill

and with that the goblin was thinking elsewhere now, for somehow the oil spill in the gulf of mexico reminded him of galveston in 1900 again, where an impression of boundless optimism and everything firmly in control was being portrayed by the presumptuous humans, but somewhere, just out to sea perhaps, or a bit below it then, the kraken had rudely awoken and would just teach them a lesson in respect


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"...no, it's a common enough occurrence, not that I am ever rude though, nor malicious beyond defending myself there, just that each livewriter is by nature both conspicuously independent and determined too, which is probably enough to set many a mod's or admin's nerves on edge to start with...", mentioned the goblin, continuing "...but then add my it my philosophy on writer's forums ofa livewriter is known solely by the posts, and the stage is ever set for showdown...", but the goblin wasn't actually fighting anyone, just he didn't compromise neither, simply he gave his all to his posts while whatever resulted meant what then, nothing, why, because no forum, whether liking his posts or otherwise, couldn't guarantee the permanence of his post's upon forumland anyway, at best the offered him a further reprieve from one's eventual oblivion here but that didn't make posts that are here second rate citizens to those books elsewhere now, saying "...me, I defend here then, and if a writer is not going to give their posts the level of attention as their books, then let forumland pass over them for those who will..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvymnF-_Pf8&feature=related


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"...I suppose I can't be everywhere then..." replied the goblin, adding "...yet by now have I not replied to each post that you've addressed to me...", but either way then, the goblin only wanted to see posts that the posters themselves wanted to post, saying "...as long as people are selfish I can actually see them, whereas if they are selfless, as in posting out of some given forum obligation towards your set exceptions upon me, their well meaning posting demure will simply fool me into continuing topics that no one cares about, whereas with me it's a simple promise of that which I post is what I want to post, where again no one might wish to read it either, but at least I was honest with you and you saw me by it..."


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repost from elsewhere, the trolls again

"...well yes xxxx..." replied the goblin now, continuing "...as a livewriter I suppose one could pretend that one has been banned from this thread on the one hand while decrying the injustice of it all here with the other, and all with a kind of schizophrenic writer's license so to speak as in the objective right-side of the brain reporting upon the unfair suffering of the subjective left-side of the brain perhaps..."


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"...nah, I'm super friendly, promise..." replied the goblin, still wondering if he should start an edit thread in the spam section here, saying "...yes, I will adorn your spam section with spams the likes of which you writer-types, and sane people too, will no doubt enjoy, moreover too, I have so much stuff to edit that I could be there for months on end MYAHAHAHAHA...", where somewhere a voice in the back of the goblin's mind was humming "goblins are not to be trusted, they are mad talala" now, ah but that was forumland for you, just something not what it seemed, nor which is so expected either, anyway not like a book then


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"...no thanks, that sounds far too much like all those writer's blogs, you know, the ones one sees linked in the bottom of each and every post with the vain hope that readers will go there from here, that word document idea a la blog style as you dismissively put it then..." replied the goblin who simply gave as he got here, adding"...whereas this random thread is an even keel between us, where no one owns it like a blog yet where many get owned by its evenkeelnes, and where too, all this then contributes to an air/edit/backup of one's posts in the process, so no, I'll talk with you here wherever you post, or continue by myself in your absense...", in fact, that goblin knew that however much he talked to himself in posts as xxxxx had thought of it, the vast majority of the posts he did were ones in reply to previous conversations, thus he would still read posts back here and comment where necessary too, why so, because that was feeding then, simply it was in his interest to feed the thread in order to feed back just the above quote had done, adding "...well, let's just see if I;m talking to myself when you address me again, livewriting is about rapport, but till then let's say my pen writes on without you, no not my thread, a post in a round in you like..."


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the scene fades in where the goblin is working on the outside while inside he just thinks upon his own end now, saying "...how odd it is, that because I'm not sure, and because I don't want to admit it neither, that if the end were to come, it would find me doing the most mundane things considering, where no doubt I would kick myself as to why I hadn't been a bit more adventurous in my life before this point now..." the goblin thought on, continuing "...I mean, everyone wants to live their lives to the full, yet they always hold themselves back because there is always more life to come with that fear of being unable to support oneself with sufficient means...", where if the goblin really knew that if it was the end coming, it would be a great freedom in itself, no, somehow he doubted that he would do much beyond making sure his family were together at the time, saying "...no bucket-list then, for time would be too precious in itself to do anything within it..."


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repost from elsewhere, the trolls forum again

"...I would love to give you that link but then they would then raid this place back in return and can you imagine being buried in anecdotes and soliloquies of somewhat promising intellectual nature written in some odious nazi grammar writing style that no one bar themselves in this day and age comprehends..." ventured the goblin vexed at the very thought now, then adding "...no, I've come to believe that writertypes, somewhat like you trolls here, are quite distinct from rational human beings, and as such should be left well alone on their forums unmolested by readers or anyone normal..."

 

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the goblin, liking the reply, just opened up a bit by saying "...I imagine that most people follow standard writing rules, where instead I hide myself behind a lax grammar usage, which becomes an individual writing style as part of a recognizable yet anonymous persona here, anyway I'm happy with those advantages it offers me now...", it was just that the goblin understood that most categorizations came from seeing some gap between how something should be written and the way someone then failed to write it now, a discrepancy that revealed straight off the writer's benchmark to the reader here, something that the goblin deliberately avoided seeing it as a trap even, or as an intrusion perhaps, concluding "...well now, if the reader can follow what I write anyway, then I guess those tedious writing rules are for those who haven't got something to actually relate here..."

 

repost from elsewhere, a writer's forum

"...nah, thanks for your faith in me then, but I doubt I could really be much help in your other threads anyway, as I would still need to edit these posts practicing my own writing style, so wouldn't it just be better for all concerned to let me tuck myself away upon this thread instead..." went the goblin now, where the goblin was happy with just one minor thread in this section then, concluding "...besides, you know how I post, where this is a chat thread in all but name, and where anyone is welcome to converse with me or try out their writing style too, and then no one would then get the shock of their lives by having some picture posting persona suddenly addressing them in third person, yet later perhaps, when they see that its no big deal I'll join you out there..."


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repost from elsewhere, upon the media blackout upon the oil spill

"...ah no, the world does not end here I imagine, but everyone's cozy superficial dreamworld has to end at some point..." noted the goblin to himself while outside the heat just stifled the spirit in this recurrent hateful summer of work, work, work, simply there was no news about the oil spill now because the media black-out was firmly in place where it became a crime even to tell or warn one of what is happening, sighing the goblin just said "...so where's the point of even looking at the news today, and which world do we live in now I wonder, yes the one we're not being told about, and the USSR was hated for a reason, remember those reasons clearly, and then project those reasons to the present day situation, what job, who's safe, under which civil liberties then, etc., in fact where's the difference then, just the elites had battered the americans so far down under a truncheon falsely called national security, that it had become "national socialism" with a smile by it..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiahdOyhh64


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"...again my day is made..., ..." went the goblin wondering if there really were such thing as "a day" on this internet but he continued "...made by what I have read now, beautifully put too..." mentioned the goblin who had the morning to himself again, while outside the overheated overcharged day simply compelled him back into his laptop each time where he mistakenly thought upon those household chores that the captain had commanded of him here, concluding "...ah, this cruel tyranny of imminent domestic-bliss again, where I shall now savor the luxury of leaving everything to the very last or last of these moments, and o how this guilt becomes me too, where I'm a true paragon of non-compliance to one's dailylife if every there was one, one who rebels for a little longer while he still can...", where of course the secret of such luxury is casting one's attention away from such things as afterwards and of the consequences of it too, so happiness becomes this present state of denial then, for in our hearts we all know what's coming next and how it must be, for doesn't old age and eventual death lurk ever in our shadows even if we are lucky now


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repost from elsewhere, oh what fun

"...I suppose that in writing anything one is first going over that work within oneself, so any accusation of correspondence as being some double-monologue here could have some truth to it then, or else everyone would well be posting just the very first thing that came into one's heads, um.., do you formulate your posts, evidently not then..." ventured the goblin knowing that each post had to first make sense to the one who was posting it, so the goblin imagined that most posters both talked and read over they post until it felt ready for posting now, thus written correspondence became a double-monologue in its way, smiling "...naah, I befriend those who befriends me but without testing their friendship though, where no I've been getting these posts right to myself in these last two months now, whereas your posts are discarded like they had no value to you whatsoever, moreover, your so called friendship could be retracted at whim, I mean if you want to converse with me I'm here listening, if not I'm busy, for precious or otherwise time will pass, yet between us who is really wasting her time discarding posts on forumland like this, where if you ever show me that it is otherwise I'll change my view about the worth of your friendship..."

 

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

"...well now, the frist number below the page relates to thread page, followed by the postcount and hitcount..." replied the again, asking in return "...so what is this site about then, I am not much of a brawler, for example I am not going to post against anyone here, no, I only post against myself now but you'd be amazed at the number of excuses myself can come up with for not letting me post here, but the path of least resistance is also the path of least reflection is it not, so here I am again each time, and yes, it weighs heavily upon me too when I lose to that which is superficial..."


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"...so all of this has to be god then, because "where is not god where god is everywhere now", so for me the question is simply "can I make god out amongst all this dailylife" and not box him into some external religion again, practicing stuff that makes no sense simply to appease either that "because it is written somewhere", or some "well, our religion has always been done in this way" dogma..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...simply belief should not become the excuse for not knowing for oneself is my view today, where the tree of knowledge, a sin perhaps, is still the truth all the same..."

Religion ala Eddie Izzard


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the goblin liked seeing other people's posts, moreover he never posted against anyone he promised , well never as if in some contest with them that is, for his posting had absolutely nothing to do with the number of times he or anyone else had posted neither, no it was far more something to do with his own benchmark, so he simply said “...for when one is anonymous, both the number of posts and what one has posted too, mean nothing at all, how can they mean anything where I can lay no claim to it afterwards, but instead, only this rhythm of "constantly posting" can mean anything now, for if one really wants those thoughts to keep coming, that ability I mean, then is there really any other way than just posting on till whatever one's posting ability is it simply becomes sheer reflex and mere habit here...”


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