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

("...nice point, good read, glad you're back and better now..." mentioned the goblin)

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"...well I could be anyone I suppose where I could have any number of reasons to post too, but in the end one just realizes that one can't know anything for sure on forumland, any more than one can prove anything either, simply one just does what one likes I guess..." replied the goblin, adding "...so what reason would you like me to give you and who would you like me to be by it, actually it's called virtual reality because none of it is real now, where nothing I could write here would clinch it for you, but we know that much don't we, not that it matters anyway, where all that ever mattered was the words that got written and those one might yet write too, so care to join my inquisitive human, for here we could do posts more in tune with our alter-egos, which is who one is by what one posts here..."


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The Magician liked the words of the Goblin: "one just does what one likes.." He then saw the same applied to life; on likes to live, and the necessary is a doing to that like...

 

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"...no no no mortals, don't just smile, no that's not nearly enough here, you have to laugh aloud, and from deep within you too, like MYAHAHAHAHAHAHA and keep on posting in spite of everything, knowing that, since you're still posting on, dailylife's and the moneygod's ploys to crush your spirit and blind your reason are not working upon you, that you are stronger than either of them then, simply that you have the staying power that your posts prove to you that you had all along, simply you win unless you yourself give up posting where, in that case and in that case alone, they win instead of you..." said the goblin who had made his own choice about whether to post on years ago now, "...me, I never post against anyone here where those real foes against posting exist out there..."


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the witchdoctor marked the money that had now returned to him again, saying "...see goblin, this way they always returns to me...", the goblin, who had been sitting nearby, didn't know what to believe but the logic didn't seem right at all, and yet here were those notes now, "...oh, it's not just money goblin, it's most things one wants and those one doesn't want even, I mean ever thought that it could be that "that those things you have now, actually sought you out", and that, "that those things you want now, are looking for you still", if so, then the question then is how to call them towards you, spells then, prayers perhaps, oaths even, so what do you think is really at work here my goblin friend...", the witchdoctor smiled as if remembering something, and then continued "...let me guess now goblin, my guess then is that your logic would have it that this blood here is to indent my memory of course, that this sacrificed animal was to jolt some deep feeling within me, and that the music together with the smoke was to elevate my mental state too, because that's what you see here of course, isn't it goblin, but in the end you're thinking that it is only me calling out for it to be, well maybe it is then, I can't prove anything to the contrary, but then again just look back at your own past goblin and count the number of times it has somehow seemed more than a coincidence that something has happened, as it has happened, when it has happened, and just when you seemed to have called deeply out for it too...", the goblin didn't directly reply to the witchdoctor who just continued dipping a lone finger into the warm blood again before touching each note in a slow deliberate manner, till eventually, with the last note that is, the witchdoctor just stopped, looked back across at the goblin again, and directly said "...you know goblin, the real difference between us is that your reason tells you that one can't just call something towards one, so you drown before the boat sinks in my view, whereas I keep calling everything towards me regardless of what my reason thinks..."


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the goblin just said "...this dailylife and one's journey to self are two different things for me, the former one can accept as something which has a cut off point, as in "letting go" or "a season for all things then", whereas the other is much more like a its namesake, simply a journey that doesn't end until one stops posting...", the goblin could never really stop his journey to self here now, if only because the thoughts came to him much like a musician hears music in the back of his mind ingrained after a practice session, he continued "...actually, none of this has any meaning in the context of the dailylife today, I mean, I am anonymous where there's no reward to this, the forums just come and go, their members too, moreover, these random threads are about the most impermanent thing that I know of, so it's all just a masked ball played out within a forest like forumland, yes but once one finally comprehends that it is so, then what one actually does from that point onwards just reflects who one really is solely by what one posts, which is reason enough to continue I guess..."


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"Nice arlechin outfit you are wearing there, goblin." Said the Magician... understanding well....

 

("...keep them coming then, I love reading posts..." went the goblin)

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"...pass, wrong planet human, for who wants to be normal anyway, heck no not me, so you can keep your that's what normal people do whatever, becoming that normal person by it, for don't you just wish that at times you could be a little different from everyone else, perhaps a bit more true to yourself against all that madame bovary's baggage that is so expected of you on forumland here.." the goblin stopped, thought for a moment and then continued "...besides, haven't I already explained that, between with my dyslexia and absent mindedness, I can't possibly post directly like you humans do, so please accept this humble excuse for my polishing of posts in reposts...", but by now the goblin had been at this juncture many times before, deciding instead upon rejecting their given reasons for any compromise as something cheap to self while conversely tolerating the bland writing style of others and their wish to be all identical by it, where no one was ever forced to read the goblin's posts, so why did they keep on trying to clone his to their norm


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"...a bit of both xxxxx, yet it is a heavy workload though..." replied the goblin, continuing "...for example, if one knows that is dealing with posters from the other side of the pond, one needs to carefully convert everything into their "food stamps" to be understood there, whereas, if it's posters from the other side of the channel, that's a different matter, as in that case one needs to convert everything into "flint arrowheads", if only because neither type of poster is really used to dealing in a proper currency like our swiss franc here..."


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the goblin was just thinking about the man yesterday, the man who had sat across him at lunchtime that is, wondering if it really had been that something within the goblin now that had called the man towards him then, after all it just seemed another poignant coincidence after writing about the witchdoctor in his last post, the memory resurged again "...tell me, those six tattooed numbers, they are..., ...", "...real goblin, yes three and half years, two death marches between three camps then..." he just repeated the camp names but only auschwitz registered, continuing "...I'm czech myself, I was 15 when we were finally liberated in 1945...", he looked years younger than the 82 he had to be now, he laughed "... later the soviets made us enemies too, but I managed to leave legally, and now I stay in rather better accommodation it seems...", the best hotel in geneva the goblin noted, "...are you jewish goblin...", "...I'm probably either lutheran, or church of England but it's like that joke barry humpries tells, you know "yes, I'm church of england, I wash my car on sunday"...", "...well I wash mine on saturday then...", he didn't seem at all religious, and the goblin wanted to ask so much more but convention was against him again, so he just asked "...what did it teach you...", "...oh, just to live each day one at a time I suppose..." and with that the goblin changed the subject as was expected of him, but something had transcended his dailylife again, so perhaps the witchdoctor was right then after all, perhaps one does call these things towards one as this certainly seemed beyond the goblin's norm here


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"...me, I just post on regardless, where a high hit count does appeal to my vanity, and where the fact that, if my posts are now spread over many forums it is less likely that they will be entirely lost through some accidental mishap or misunderstanding...", mentioned the goblin backing up his posts in this way, but recently the goblin had noticed the slight downturn in people's posting in general, continuing "...no, not just here, almost everywhere it seemed, though whether this is some seasonal thing, or just some ongoing trend on chat forums in general, is as yet something beyond my comprehension...", but the fact that the goblin would post on regardless was very typical of him, "...well yes, as all this has more to do with me upon forumland itself than towards anything else here, after all, doesn't to post is to win mean just that then, that if someone posts something then everyone else gets something to read by it and that one has existed here by it, ah but, by that same token then, how rightly I should hate myself when yet another day has passed with no post to show for it, for then dailylife wins in one's place...", so the goblin's post on regardless was simply his way of winning against his dailylife each time


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"...you have an illustrator's eye xxxxx, the best I know of, and your talent, like mine, has an unspoken immeasurable reward of its own here, so find that picture for her now, you'll just know it's right when you have found it..." mentioned the goblin knowing that some people can just cut a pack of cards without even thinking about it, while others shuffle on until the moment feels right within them, the goblin continued "...maybe it makes no difference, or maybe it makes all the difference, no, not to the result since those cards, like fate, are stacked as they fall I suppose, no the real difference is more in the sincerity of the sentiment felt in oneself during that shuffle then..."


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the goblin at this point had noticed the read unread posts button on this site, saying "...but surely any troll worth his salt doesn't actually read any previous posts because that smacks of coherence lacking any true spontaneity towards one's own posting..." continuing "...well no, who I miss now is george bush who was shinning example of how to enact the creed of troll in one's dailylife with no one having any more idea of what he would do or say next than he himself had if he had one, so no, perhaps one day then, trolls everywhere will rightly recognize this immeasurable contribution that he made on their behalf to have lowly trolls in general more accepted in the greater community at large, an award for him please..."


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repost from elsewhere, a dating site's "last post" thread

the goblin had ventured elsewhere many times with differing results, saying "...ah, but I am not normal now and, whereas my abnormality might be accepted upon these edit threads, I very much doubt that some of those more serious threads would appreciate periodic visits by a goblin writing in third person...", simply the goals, between the goblin himself and the humans looking on were very different, for the goblin guessed that they all wished to date one another as exactly as who they were in dailylife, ah but such dullness was for not the goblin, no he wanted to enact his ultra ego free of dailylife's fetters, so an anonymous writing style with no photo nor age nor personal details suited him, for he was in effect anonymous, and yet from the goblin's own experience, the persona of someone anonymous was even harder for humans to accept than if the goblin just resorted to an acceptable fictional character like he was even if it was exactly the same then, and with that the goblin's mind sunk back into its madness of creating posts on this thread once more, saying "...but enough of me now, for I must turn my thoughts into posts before this journey's ends, where where or what is not nearly as important as the simplw repetition of ongoing practice is..."


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"...no no no humans, not roses at all, you need to send her an enormous bottle of beer, that's far more symbolic in my view and sends the message that you really do understand her inner sensitivities here..." mentioned the goblin at it


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the goblin too, is a david bowie fan, saying "...you see, here one never goes up to the rock stars, one just pretends not to notice them, though I won't forget the day he was waiting for his bag to come through in geneva airport, air side, with him standing there in front of me, must have been about the time he moved away from montreux, and I guess everything, musicwise simply collapsed when mountain studios had to shut down because its owner freddy mercury had died, many artists are still here now though it's not nearly the same, it never can be..." in fact the recording list was still impressive reading franc zappa, deep purple, lead zeppelin, david bowie, rolling stones, queen and many many others, only that was all in the past now, the studios were gone along with the bistro they had frequented, so only the music lives on it seems yet lives on it does


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repost from elsewhere, the "mildly kinky or just perverse" thread

"...erotic morris dancing, church fate romps, party political pub crawls, and nude carol singing too..." mentioned the goblin with such fond memories now, adding "...ah yes, those were the days weren't they then, just britain at its best..."


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repost from elsewhere, the "mildly kinky or just perverse" thread

"...in real life it would be perverse to enact fantasies, whereas through the media it would just seem kinky, for the former is acting out a fantasy, very perverse then, at times criminal even, whereas the later would be just fantasising about the fantasy, something which just appeals to one's libido here..." said the goblin noting the type of books, films, television programs, comics, magazines and the like, most people read, that they would probable refer to as erotic and arousing here, adding "...and the Internet must be the ultimate way one can explore one's fantasies without actually being perverse that is...", "...I say, how all very victorian we are becoming now goblin...", said alice taking a rather coarse thick hairbrush in her little hand and pulling it hard through her golden locks again as she just looked at him reflected in the mirror of the dressing room table at this point, continuing "...your libido is so dishonest then goblin, and you with it, why I even bet that you fantasise each time about someone else too, don't you now goblin...", but the goblin didn't want to reply, and just pretended not to have heard her again, after all what was the point in confirming her suspicions about him, and besides, how could she possibly understand that a man's libido was triggered by fantasies, and not by that which he had got grown used to


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...a repost from elsewhere, just congratulating a poster on buying a big new house in florida...

"...yes well done, keep living the dream..." smiles Jats inside the cool little cottage by the canal taking a breather from the scorching heat outside "...hope you are paying cash, or at the very least a fixed mortgage deal as no one would be dumb enough to take out a variable rate right now, would they? No, surely not..." as the chameleon licks his lips waiting patiently now

 

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the witchdoctor lifted up a finger, looked across at the goblin and continued by saying "...look, just remember, "it's "divide either of those into the number seventy" goblin...", as if it meant something important, or was supposed to mean something important, while watching the goblin's face, until a slight expression of disappointment replaced the more familiar smile for a moment, as the goblin's expression just remained a solid blanc, listening that is, but still blanc as ever, so the witchdoctor turned his head slightly to the side still looking, regained his smile, and continued, "...knowledge goblin, is not "what you know" but discerning from "what you know" both "what it actually means" and "how it has been presented to you", for example "10% steady growth per year" is an unobtrusive way saying "doubles in seven years" which sounds more shocking doesn't it, but depending on which one you hear of course, you'll register it differently won't you, and that's been their trick all along, and yet once you know it as their trick, simply the spin they give towards something betrays their stance to it and you...", “...yes but what about that seventy bit, what's that all about...”, “...well now, “divide into seventy” is like a currency conversion rate you see in the bank only that this time it's for "the annual growth rate of something to the point where it doubles", that's all, for example take that “10% annual growth rate” again, divide 10 into seventy, and you get seven, that is seven years until it will double, or take “doubles in seven years”, divide 7 into seventy and you get 10, a 10 percent growth rate then, all rather simply don't you think, even if the economists call it "the rule of 70" and the conversion rate as a "logarithm" here, but difficult wording has been their way of hiding their tricks, well till now I suppose, because let's just think that we're borrowing their secret back from them..."


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repost from elsewhere, from a woman's interest site, the "What are your non-negotiables" thread

"...if I could dry her tears, and make her smile, and give hope where others can't or won't, and hold her gently in my arms and promise "forever" to her from the highest heights and upon whatever one holds dearly to in life, defying man, devil, and even god by it, and only for a moment too..." the goblin paused thinking on it, then concluded the obvious by saying "...I would have known love where all before and after that one promise then would seem empty now, yes, that is the woman I seek, the one who could yet call out that promise from within me, for what, or who else, could possibly matter bar that moment then..."


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