Why are you recycling all this crap here? Nobody is interested but you!!!! Take a hint. Just stop.
Why are you recycling all this crap here? Nobody is interested but you!!!! Take a hint. Just stop.
the goblin always liked the posts here, saying "...I am here because I have a great faith in this forum and those members I know now as being original and accepting, it's this laissez faire which really wins in the end, and besides, how others are to you is not your decision really, though how you are to others is your decision, and somehow reflects you to yourself by it, just you don't need to be like others now..."People are so mean.
why do we do this goblin
"...ah no, once you have been thoroughly stomped upon by a brood of marauding mummies who have mistaken you for terry wogan on their way to shoe shop once more, you will learn that fantasy, this writing on forumland then, is a very serious business indeed..." mentioned the goblin now, adding "...no, either one takes out "mommy insurance", or one blends into the scenery, or one distracts them with lines like and then he took her in to his arms, yes it had been those shoes all along, as slowly he bent down and unfasten each delicate fascinating feminine shoe-buckle knowing that his emotion was about to cave in against a inner crescendo of wild torrential passion for her, just here so alone together and all so now too, while walking backwards gently retracing one's steps till the moment one could actually dash off in panic...", yes, the goblin had been on "women's interest forums" before, where indeed they were very avid grazers of posts where little escaped their attention too, just that one had to become somewhat agile amongst themThe goblin really should be looking over his shoulder...shopping migration ? really? Seems to me, your obvious talent is writing fantasy .....And you are really good!!!
"...no, what I understand is simply that if someone posts often enough then the contours of oneself might become clearer by that posting then..." replied the goblin accepting that the external self was ever moulded upon one's circumstances here, in that one was one's age, health, nationality, upbringing, job and marital status, etc., were all facts about oneself, but that one's inner self was evasive as if hidden by all those other facts then, so the goblin merely restated that he was not his facebook wall here, and yet, if he wasn't a facebook wall then, then by that understanding, who he really was was just had to be there upon his journey to self in posts across forumlandDo you then believe that in the act of posting, one is bearing one's soul, that you can see the real person? Is it not the case that many people use the internet to be what they aren't in real life? Although maybe you could argue that in doing so, they really are being their real selves.....
A harbinger of things to come.
What really burnt my toast, however, was the first line of their email. “E-books are not counted at the university level.”
"...wrong mortals, the goblin is just a persona, that is, on forumland there is no "flesh and blood and bones", nor "gender", "day", 'time", "place" nor "age" for that matter, for it is all just "what you read" and "what you write", where there is no more a human here than if you were to look at a book and saying "you are flesh and blood and bone my dear book", though the source of what you see is human, agreed, but what you read here isn't any more human than books, films, music, paintings and the like are, simply they are, like this text you're reading now, representations here, miss that point and you will not see what you are actually seeing for what think you're seeing instead..." ventured the goblin again, building up to that line he had thought often enough, saying "...welcome to the masked ball of forumland, any representation you choose is ok because none of them are true, for even the best writer in the world couldn't possibly write himself as he truly is, why, because written words only represent don't they now..."you are a human, flesh and blood and bone, like the rest of us