oh how I hate editing posts, so why not join me at it

[fleamailman]

Sorry, fleaman. I keep trying to read what you write but my head hurts too much to continue. The pics are nice though. Perhaps if you accompanied them with genuine interraction instead of verbal masturbation... There are a lot of fun people here and they are much more fun when they take their clothes off when you engage with them as the real people that they are and not as a sounding board for endless, tedious wordplay. Why not tell us about you instead of your goblin?

("...each to his own then..." replied the goblin who once more took the comment of the previous poster's post, again placed it in quotes above and yet again addressed its content now, by saying "...how you write is up to you, nobody is ever asking you to use narration and dialogue within your post, but dare I confess that I have a readership elsewhere that demands just that, but I agree with you now, and yes, you certainly shouldn't be posting to a thread that doesn't suit your requirements, so, since you have the whole of the rest of the forum to post in, you'll excuse me if I just get back to doing my stated business here of hewing my posts into something more tangible now...")

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"...no, I am not in now..." whispered the goblin to himself, whose his mind had starting tiptoeing around from under an ever so fained interested in dailylife facade, that same facade that he usually wore towards the outside world then, where no doubt today too, some cold reality of his mundane existence set a dailylife paying dues to the moneygod would dominate his exterior, yet on the inside the goblin just pretended not to be in once more, repeating "...who knows, if I am quiet long enough they might think there's no one home and forget about me even for a moment..." but no, somehow this deception never lasted long enough, as invariably the clock discovered the goblin's mental whereabouts and then just unhinged the latch to the outside world once more, letting it all gatecrash into the goblin's all too tranquil state of denial here, "...I am not in..." the goblin repeated and repeated again, but by now the clock was growing dangerously close with those seconds as if ever pinging for his echo somewhere


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[fleamailman]

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the goblin was really enjoying the fact, that his wife and children were away on some shopping-holiday weekend leaving him to get up to something, even if at this point he couldn't think of any secret urge worth gratifying, lamenting "...oh no, this is absolutely awful how one just sees though one's own temptations in the end...", so the goblin ended up simply going back to the bistro once more thinking upon how all those consequences make cowards of us all


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[Atheist-Lite]

http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg2 ... ng-it.html

Yes, well...........these times.....................each era is screwed up by its own choices.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfTmrRz7 ... re=related[/youtube]

[fleamailman]

("...enjoyed the link, liked the music, and appreciate your keeping me company too, Athiest-Lite, yes, you're a real credit to this forum, and if ever I write something that pleases you, think of it as yours then..." mentioned the goblin who admitted that it seemed like madness, but who had an agenda and a reason for everything, adding "...no, my biggest problem is that I'm too dyslexic to write as you humans do anyway...")

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between the pouring rain, and unforgiving sun, geneva where the goblin lives has periods of grey dullness like now, in which the goblin would usually sit in the bistro trying to make sense of his life, before giving up knowing that when it all made sense was probably when he would just want his life to be a mystery once more, sighing "...nah, when I actually understand is when I don't want to understand any more..."


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[fleamailman]

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meanwhile back at coronation street's rovers return, "...oh knees up mother brown, knees up mother brown, another stout with your chip butty goblin, hows that anthropological report going then..." the bucksum barmaid asks over the counter where the goblin types away next to her untouched offerings "...well I'll get round to eating them later(lying), btw do you have any coffee by any chance..." asked the goblin half in prayer to a somewhat bewildered barmaid rubbing the stubble on her chin as she tries to recollect "...eh, coffee now is it, um, I'll go down to the cellar luv, do you know what the bottle looks like...", "...no that's alright, I was..., ..." as they both suddenly gasped as they saw a policebox appear by the dart's board where out pops a man "...hello, I am the doctor, I say, could I have a chip butty too please with a coke now...", the barmaid leans over to the goblin again whispers "...bloody londoners from the BBC, always the same, he'll start asking directions next, just you watch..." the barmaid voice grows louder adding "...here you go luv, if you want more HP source just holler..." as she plonks the chip butty on the counter, "...thank you, and you must be a goblin my good fellow, always nice to meet someone from the computer world, btw you wouldn't happen to know my way off this ITV channel by any chance..." the barmaid just squinted her face and gave a nod of "told you so" to the goblin who added it to his report here

[footnote: dr who did find his way back to the BBC after accidentally landing in ITV's Coronation street , not least because the goblin had given directions in exchange for a giant tin of instant coffee, that is, moments before the barmaid, now changed into her revealing sexy space suit, entered the tardis saying "...back in tick luv, the doctor has promised to show me his knobs..." where the goblin just squinted his face and gave a nod of "told you so too" as was customary on coronation street]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz4M4iU8ApM



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[fleamailman]

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"...ah yes, teenage romance..." remembers the goblin "...something about baying to the moon till the next moon and promising that there will never be any other moon but this moon forever..." but to this goblin today that was all so many moons ago now


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[fleamailman]

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the goblin is now vaguely watching his son try out his new game on his playstation called "doommagi" where the box, written in german and as far as the goblin could make out, reads: "a realtime action packed game here, where you get to chose between one of three heroic wise men balthasar, gaspar, and melchior where, while trying to keep up with the traversing star, you relentlessly battle your way through those throngs of head-counting minions of the evil herrod on to bethlehem, collecting gold, frankincense and myrrh, only stopping to trade at the taverns for lifepoints, weapon/armour upgrades, and camel speedups", to which, the goblin admitted that he might in fact be reading the explanation on the back to the box slightly wrong then


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[fleamailman]

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perhaps the goblin was mad after all, and yet, in dailylife he hid it well, saying "...you see, most people are mad where their lives are just as mad too, so it simply balances out under the reinforcement of good old habit and convention...", and with that the goblin hoped that everyone would adjust their madness accordingly seeing that whatever sanity they sought from this dailylife was probably another trick of the system to have one become more like everyone else now, adding "...ah yes, you would be right to laugh at their assumptions towards sanity and madness, but you'll have to learn to hide your laughter better now, for dailylife is madness and they're all mad perhaps, but caring, about whether one is mad that is, will only make it such, so embrace your own values silently and slip under their radar to freedom from caring..."


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[JimC]

i for one salute the goblin, and all who sail in him...

I appreciate a clever attempt at a different mode of communication, even though my normal means of communication are through algebraic symbols (family members occasionally excepted...)

[fleamailman]

i for one salute the goblin, and all who sail in him... I appreciate a clever attempt at a different mode of communication, even though my normal means of communication are through algebraic symbols (family members occasionally excepted...)

"...why thank you my good man if I may be so bold as to call you one now..." replied the goblin thinking that that sounded regal enough, though not quite knowing if one should address an australian is such terms here, just that the goblin remembered from his old troll school days that australians basically belonged to human species, sharing most of their characteristics too, but that they were nocturnal in nature preferring to roam the lengths and breaths of forums up late with the zombies and the insomniacs, adding "...my home is yours human if you will share with me, so you can have my night time if you wish..."

[fleamailman]

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and with that the goblin was looking at this thread with renewed zeal, in fact he felt that he had not been to himself recently probably because he hadn't read the warning on the dailylife packs, which read "warning, dailylife and the petty schemes of the moneygod can seriously distract one from the whole picture"


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[fleamailman]

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and then the goblin suddenly noticed whole hoards of barbarian bankers at the gates of the western empire, so was the world about to witness the sack of wall street then with another dark age to follow, the goblin wondered but his imagination stopped in its tracks even if the parallels to the fall of rome grew in his mind like storm clouds in an ominous sky, "...ours is to witness..." the goblin slowly repeated to the now silent slot, it was as if the liver of the moneygod had been divined and its omens were not good, "...ours is to witness then..." he just repeated again and again to himself


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[Atheist-Lite]

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and then the goblin suddenly noticed whole hoards of barbarian bankers at the gates of the western empire, so was the world about to witness the sack of wall street then with another dark age to follow, the goblin wondered but his imagination stopped in its tracks even if the parallels to the fall of rome grew in his mind like storm clouds in an ominous sky, "...ours is to witness..." the goblin slowly repeated to the now silent slot, it was as if the liver of the moneygod had been divined and its omens were not good, "...ours is to witness then..." he just repeated again and again to himself


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We are heirs to Seneca, we witness and when the crowd turn ugly near us we do what the civilized have always done to preserve honor. Learn a lesson from history and run like hell.

[fleamailman]

("...yes I like seneca, his letters from a stoic takes me back to a long spent youth, misspent or otherwise..." mentioned the goblin that Atheist-Lite for the post)

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the goblin knew that one never be someone who one is not, saying "...true, but at the same time one shouldn't be that cheap dailylife person here either, so perhaps it's like reaching in and seeing if one can create one's persona here, which admittedly is still oneself too, yes, but not that madame bovary of one's dailylife...", simply the goblin would remain anonymous on forumland keeping the two selves apart by it for here he would be his alter ego


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[fleamailman]

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"...whenever you hit the "post" button you are in fact alone here, that is since the forum only deals with one modification, or new post, at a time regardless of who, or how many, other members might be looking on, so if you know you are alone on the forum when you actually post, does it matter really matter then if the site has one, or a thousand other members looking on..." said the goblin knowing that some of the best forums are those that have gone through a "Winter of doubt" where those remaining members are solid like rooted trees


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