just editing some posts here

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere,

... a sweet dear lady passed last week ... as I loathe to attend final dedications I will mourn in my own way and pay tribute more to my liking ... I will attend her final resting place where I will bid her adieu from this world and present her with a single flower, one of her favorites, a pink carnation.

"...you have an illustrator's eye xxxxx, the best I know of, and your talent, like mine then, 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 the shuffling makes no difference then, or maybe it makes all the difference perhaps, no, not to the result now since those cards like fate are ever 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, find her picture now..."

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[ki0ho]

I guess I didnt spend enough time in a cespool of higher learning to see the value of this......But hay...enjoy your self.....

 

[JEV]

I guess I didnt spend enough time in a cespool of higher learning to see the value of this......But hay...enjoy your self.....

It's not called education or intelligence, it's called mental illness and should be treated as such. Now to put it back on ignore, where it's been since day three of its insanity.

 

[fleamailman]

(the goblin thanked the humans for voicing their concern about his welfare and just promised to continue as expected then, adding "...yes, always nice to have fanmail like this, just you're just shy I suppose, anyway I'll take what you say into consideration where unless the thread is locked a 10.000hits by christmas is the wager then, you'll have a field day when I fail, thanks for reading this far then, on with the editing then...")

repost from elsewhere

the goblin was thinking about how the sky darkens early this time of year, with a wind who, like autumn's acrobat, simply sweeps up and gyrates that mosaic carpet beneath those trees that lines both side the street in ever changing kaleidoscope of patterns, and where the air smells as it did once, of damp foliage, in the dark inviting warmth and intensity of it then, "...in fact, it's the time of year I love most then..." started the goblin continuing "...where, as a child, I kicked through these leaves that I so carefully walk over now, and where that drifting smell of burnt chestnuts from somewhere, or that real worry, of how dr who really could save our world from the invading daleks this time, seemed so much more pressing than any sudden shooting of a president or some far away war that barely registered on my little young radar...", other thoughts now, like fireworks in the garden, with dad playing the grand magician's role to a raging bonfire, surfaced, "...oh yes, all that was autumn in my childhood then, and this autumn too, carries me back there once more, a spell perhaps, or some mere association then, but at any rate, a vision as "real" to my eyes as "gone" to my touch, well what of it..." mused the goblin who simply saluted its ghost once more in its annual passing..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the "please introduce yourself" section

in fact by now the goblin didn't even know if his libido still worked, saying "...no doubt I'd probably start thinking about the appropriate lines and adjectives at the time, highly likely with all this writing now, transcendental lovemaking, subjective, looking on once more, as in "and how was it for you darling", replying "soft, firm, mechanical, overwhelming, intimate, passionate and somewhat messy too", admittedly not quite what she was expecting to hear then, but her fault for asking...", so, as far as the goblin's lovelife was concerned, all speculations, and those conjectures that go with them, had not been put to test for quite some while now, simply "bets off" seemed easier to live with here, that is while accepting that at his age, like any age for that matter, there were both hardships and compensations, "...welcome to your transcendental "double life" goblin..." went slot's voice in the background again, adding "...please post your "out of self" experiences here, you usually do, don't you now goblin..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...actually I'm thinking that we seem to be spoiled for disaster scenarios these days..." started the goblin, continuing "...well, what with solar flares, global warming, planetary collisions and alien invasions, sounding slightly more conducive to thought than this global recession with bird flu..." as his hand swayed out its open empty palm as if giving away something now "...no I blame this internet then, isn't it just amazing the way it just acts like a ouija board to our fears each time...", definitely the goblin was not feeling normal today, though it had been a long time since he had been anything near sane it seems, "...no, better sign off before what I write here just confirms everyone's suspicions upon the subject of my sanity..." voiced the goblin as he rushed off fearing sanity most, "...ah no, done that been there, no sanity please..." came his voice from the ever growing distance now

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

calling all site members please log in and let me know your still alive

"...well my being still alive is all rather debatable I suppose, I mean what with being a persona without physical form upon forumland here, but apart from that minor point, I am still very much here as ever..." mentioned the goblin who simply wished that he could be more everywhere then, adding "...but how all this is so fathomless to my every effort, it's like skimming pebbles across its immense endless surface, where it first accepts them, then halts them and finally swallows them down like everything else that I have ever thrown across its surface, where neither those splashes, the number of bounds, nor the extent of the ripples too, really make any difference in the end, save only perhaps, that in "my skimming these posts across its surface" it had become as some beautiful gift to me, just this brief shared moment then between a finite self and an infinite sea of forumland as I posted upon surface in my time remaining..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the christians forum

This poster ponders the sayings that the goblin has posted and sums it up with 2 words. "Free Will'.... the goblin as well as everyone has a choice, to do what is right or to do their own thing.

"...ah yes "one's free will" again..." voiced the goblin continuing "...oh but there's always that rub isn't there, that god actually knows what a man will choose each time since he is the all knowing god, simply he knows that which we will choose beforehand as he is in effect both the instigator and the judge of a situation that he himself creates for us..." voiced the goblin again and, although theologians had throughout history tried to square this circle many times before, the goblin just remained out of it, saying "...no, it's only when one takes "reward/punishment" out of the equation that what remains is a clearer honesty towards one's actions, where simply "one does good because it is good to do so", just total honesty in one's actions where speculations upon the afterlife would simply distort that honestly towards the action itself, so one just loves god not for his possible rewards nor without understanding that his punishments are lessons meant to protect our souls from harm, where blind faith is no faith where each action in itself is it's own reward or punishment isn't it..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

They're just jealous, but you know that, right?

"...I'm enjoying my stay here, and compared to those writer's forums where the ban comes almost upon joining, the responses here have been more than favorable, where even a reluctant readership is most flattering, naah the hitcount is the thing to watch, as hostile replies just fuel it further..." replied the goblin hoping that xxxxx was enjoying being part of this show too, adding "...livewriting, I regret to admit, has much of its roots in punch and judy, or in pantomime then, a subtle balance between pleasing and annoying but always live and hopefully entertaining, but if that's what modern days readers want to read then that is what they'll get from me here, so keep me company now, and remember not to lose sight of yourself on forumland too, don't just read the show I mean..." growing a big smile, then continuing "...so shall I go "MYAHAHAHA oh no you can't humans" like they do on the grand stage there, where I think that audience then replies "oh yes we can goblin" and where the forumforums's show now rolls on doesn't it, btw thank you for being smarter than the others, so keep me company if you like, for you have to grow by this too, and no, I'm not the only livewriter out there, but by now dare I admit that I'm a real old hand at it..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, an american "last post" thread

the goblin loved america, but wondered whether if he lived there would he still love her as much, he didn't know in fact, saying "...what I love about america is rarely what she shows me nor what she wants me to see of her either, no it's those little off camera inconspicuous moments, when without hesitation she shows her true nature, yet if I lived there would I still appreciate those considerations that you americans must take as everyday and ordinary now, or would I just get used to it like I have with geneva's own beauty too..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

why the third person goblin then

"...well now..." started the goblin again "...doesn't that split into two here, as why I write in third person, and then why as a goblin perhaps...", the goblin looked around for his coffee again, yet something told him that this all needed a full cup before he could continue here, and that the kettle was unlikely to boil by itself so off he went, returned, and then just started writing again, continuing "...I was writing in third person as an experiment perhaps, exploring the way those authors wrote as they did by facing their problems for myself, meaning that whenever I read a book today it's clearer as to why they write as they do...", but there was more too, yes always more it seemed, continuing "...but then that original goal got misplaced when other unexpected aspects showed up, not least of which that colourfulness, flexibility, and depth of the lines one could suddenly write meant that my posts and resulting persona then intrigued me, so perhaps the author's secret had been this fun of narration, its beauty and ease of use, only that the secret had then addicted those authors making them very dependent on it too...", which was true since the goblin couldn't really go back to the utter boredom of doing normal posts now, simply his ideas, plots and lines came to him by way of this narration, adding "...oh, and that other bit of why the goblin, well when writing in third person it calls for a persona, and since I mended computers much like a goblin would make traps in that dungeon keeper game, it lent itself neatly at first, and then stuck fast afterwards, even up to the point where giving choice between this "internet peter pan" or some rich and famous "real life published wendy" my answer remains contained within this anonymity here...", at which point the sandman turned up pointing out that everyone else was already fast asleep

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, on "predestination or free will" again

"... well I appreciate the time, effort and thought you've taken there xxxx, and you're certainly a credit to this forum..." mentioned the goblin, continuing "...but the difference between that "man as child and god as his parent" example you give as an explanation of free will is that there's is really no separation between the man-child and the god-parent in my view, it's more like the link between the head, shoulder, arm, elbow, wrist, hand, finger, down to its extremity, simply all and everything was created by the same source here, where each and every move was him throughout, as the continuity remains clear then, god is everywhere, in everything, allknowing and constant throughout, so we cannot pretend that there is somewhere he isn't, nor something he doesn't know...", to which the goblin returned to his original point, that the goblin himself simply ignored the afterlife because either it belonged to the "predestination camp" where all was predetermined anyway, or it was in the "freewill" camp where it turned into some "points game", saying "...no thanks, that heaven or hell concept is not what I base my decisions on, where instead if one does something solely upon its own merit then the resulting action are both honest in itself, and also becomes a way to know oneself by it, so I do not need a reason to do good, good is the reason in itself and I know myself by what I choose...", somehow the goblin just remembered Jesus's words again that didn't make that roman bible why do you only wash the outside of the cup, don't you understand that the one who made the outside is also the one who made the inside too, so the goblin's journey to self had brought him this far then, dailylife was the outside of himself now, and what he sought was neither "up there", "over there", or "elsewhere" at all, it was merely "inside" where it has always been he imagined

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

usually the goblin could tell his own stress-level by the depth of those dreams he is having at the time, and last night's dream was especially vivid, all about some albeit invisible group that was working behind the scenes doing things, manipulating things then, etc., and slowly the goblin realised there presence and that they were actually around him, and then that other awful feeling, of perhaps they knew too, that he was now aware of them there, and worrying what move concerning him they would then make now, would they include, ignore, or eliminate him even, while the goblin for his part fretted between getting involved or doing nothing, "...yes, just a dream I know, but it's uncanny feeling of being in someone else's calculations lingers on of course..." said the goblin looking at the other people on the bus rather strangely at this moment, perhaps his thinking was that this was stuff that dreams were made of

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, helping an unknown friend

I feel really low at the moment!

"...depression is just an emotion now, setbacks are just happenings then, and deaths are only natural too, but I started that "last post" thread for winners here, for if you can "post on" then simply you are still winning aren't you, so think of it as a game if you wish but the real point of this game is that it just proves to you that you can post on regardless..." mentioned the goblin who too didn't so much post because of his dailylife but more often he posted in spite of his dailylife, and yet the goblin only had to think on others less fortunate to remember just how lucky to be alive he actually was, oh and to be able to post too, well that's amazingly lucky in fact, aren't you lucky now

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

well, who could ever want for more

"...how odd..." replied the goblin, continuing "...didn't I hear that very same line form the witchdoctor recently, save he was putting it more like, well yes goblin, everyone wants more, it's just that they forget that our capitalism is in effect cannibalism with its meat too finely chopped up for anyone to notice whom they are eating by it..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin apologized in his way, saying "...well, I suppose that if I actually knew what I was going to write next then I wouldn't bother to write it because it wouldn't surprise me when I did, so at times I might follow the previous poster's post, yes, yet often I'm just posting something anyway, as in a license to troll perhaps, and besides, for me alone then, it's never so much, if at all, about winning against someone else here, it's how one wins against one's own butterflies that seems so much more gratifying, simply the "how shall I entertain myself" here with them looking on that actually enthralls me so...", but the goblin also knew that there were no hard or fixed rules to livewriting either, simply each person posted as they wished to and won against themselves in doing so, so the goblin never pitched himself against anyone, quite the opposite, for he could never do this alone, soo he needed others, moreover only their personas were here anyway, so instead one's real battle was ever against those fetters of one's own dailylife, that moneygod then, and perhaps and all those other social dictates too, something that just keep the goblin ever trying to find a way to outflank his reality through posting now

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, during the copenhagen economic summit

the goblin felt that he had not heard the last of those neoconservatives then, saying "...oh yes, their philosophy of self centered arrogance and "divide and conquer" is still very much day to day isn't it, moreover their trick of "constant distraction" is still being used to good effect too, for example, what one might ask has president's obama's recent statement during the economic summit upon iran's nuclear proliferation got to do with the actual economic agenda the summit, none, absolutely no connection whatsoever, yet in all the heated emotion generated by it, you are no longer asking those important economic questions are you now, ah no your attention is elsewhere, distracted with ourdearmedia playing ball instigating eyes elsewhere of behest of the government...", but the goblin knew that this also worked of a personal level too, that his dailylife had much in common with the trick of the neoconsevatives too, repeating "...well, the trick goes something along this lines of your dailylife is so much more important than you are because you are actually living within it thus it effects you now, whereas one should be asking oneself where am I in all this, which you'll agree I hope is not quite the same thing, being the difference between the tail waging the dog and it's opposite of one's life living one rather than what it should be one living one's life, simply that's the way this dailylife enslaves those who can't break out of the urgency of each moment

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin almost verged upon his own sanity with some dreaded acceptance today, heaven forbid it though, it was when he admitted to himself what his heart really yearned for, yes he imagined her sitting striding him on the bed, with his ever fumbling fingers of his two most eager but grateful hands slowly proceeded upwards undoing each button in turn, and that amazing sense of christmas to it all, but no, not just in some old memory of it here, no, to actually feel her weight upon him now, with that contrast between those hard buttons and that soft fabric around them between the fingers, those cascading interfering locks perhaps, that pleasant mildly musty feminine smell, and her young guilty attentive smile upon him, followed by his arms dropping the garment over her shoulders to an unmistakable soft ocean of skin to his body's touch, "...so no, I don't want this cold sanity of my today please, nor all this "what I should be doing at my age" confinement here, when really I just want to clasp back even once to hold her within that overwhelming burning sensation of excitement and expectation once more..." confessed the goblin, aware of how it had been for him back then in those few unforgettable moments together, lamenting "...ah yes, just so much of us dies before we do..."

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[leadarrows]

12 pages of gibberish.

 

[fleamailman]

12 pages of gibberish.

( "...what you're reading me, and there was I thinking that you were only looking at the pictures now..." smiled the goblin grateful for the leadarrows's company though, adding "...the fun has just begun...")

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to the goblin that pleasant picturesque old age home just seemed like some slow engulfing merlin's cave to him, with those confined within through love ever to pass their last within its walls, and of course his mother, tricked in her dementia, is there in amongst the others who wait out their alloted time, though the though of that bedridden vegetable that she has become crosses his mind often enough, affectionately too, with a tinge of guilt perhaps, as he witnesses what all this has become now, oh and yes, "it was her time", and "it was in her best interests", and whatever one likes to word is as, all true too, but somewhere deep inside the recesses of the goblin's conscience, he knew it for what it really was, it was merlin's cave where one is still loved perhaps but where one never exits alive

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin simply reminded everyone that the usual secret to concluding a successful job interview, was to show interest in the job, to both say and wear the correct things, and to generally be yourself at all times, "...not that jobs are for life any more anyway that is, but it generally works..." ventured the goblin at it

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...well humans isn't that the great thing about media here..." replied the goblin, upon the subject of media comforting again, whereupon the goblin just continued, saying "...I mean the opportunity to feel really wonderful about oneself, and one's lot too, simply by looking at some far off calamity...", the idea being that, in the comparison, one feels reassured, "...so think of it as the lucky it's not here factor then, the same factor that has ourdeamedia reporting, arab uprisings, african famines, american hurricanes and obscure central american drug wars, far clearer to us than they report possible financial meltdowns, or the details of new austerity measures, the growing general unrest at the rising cost of living, ect., simply most viewers at the end of the news coverage subconsciously felt much better in comparison, and wrongly concluded that there was nothing to worry about then, the lucky it's not here factor in practice then, save that this can all go hideously wrong when some disaster actually happens upon their doorstep thus spoiling that feel good I imagine, which is the moment when most people flip over the channel on the television to view some other calamity happening at some reassuringly safe distance away again..."

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

the goblin liked everyone's posts feeding himself on them, he, for his part, had been desperately trying to convince his children that, contrary to all outward appearances here, their father was still just that then, and no, that he wasn't in fact some sorry substituted alien lifeform from one of those planet of the body snatchers movies, somewhat dashing their hopes it seems, even if their other two claims, that "dad, like all those of his age group, had actually descended from planet bingo at some ancient point long ago", and that the other one, that mum had married the invisible man seemed somewhat more substantiated by the facts as jotted down here, at which point, and in the face of all too much of this unacceptable reality, an internet portal just opened wide in front of the goblin's keyboard, its steel gangway resounding under his quickening fingertips which then turned into a full paced rush up the rest of the reassuring ramp, where a liquid suction sound just welcomed the goblin once more across the ether to those comforting contours of somewhere nowhere and anywhere on forumland, saying "...ah, that's better, now I'm not real again, gone is that overbearing dailylife that always tries to solidify me within its tedious framework each day, so my goal here is to create a persona that is beyond its grip, something both ageless, faceless, responsive and mercurial then...", in fact, the goblin lived next to an old age home as if to rub to point home, continuing "...but I promise to listen to you humans, that's one of the things I do best on forumland, I listen with a passion for I'm a creature that feeds on posts, and as such one that returns whatever it's given in kind, care to escape with me then, I'm always listening, listening is reaching out..."

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[leadarrows]

( "...what you're reading me, and there was I thinking that you were only looking at the pictures now..." smiled the goblin grateful for the leadarrows's company though, adding "...the fun has just begun...")

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to the goblin that pleasant picturesque old age home just seemed like some slow engulfing merlin's cave to him, with those confined within through love ever to pass their last within its walls, and of course his mother, tricked in her dementia, is there in amongst the others who wait out their alloted time, though the though of that bedridden vegetable that she has become crosses his mind often enough, affectionately too, with a tinge of guilt perhaps, as he witnesses what all this has become now, oh and yes, "it was her time", and "it was in her best interests", and whatever one likes to word is as, all true too, but somewhere deep inside the recesses of the goblin's conscience, he knew it for what it really was, it was merlin's cave where one is still loved perhaps but where one never exits alive

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I admit the pictures are the best of your posts...

 

[fleamailman]

("...perhaps, but for me the best thing about this thread must be other people's replies, yours included..." ventured the goblin in all honesty, adding "...simply, it's nice to be off the beaten track as an unknown here, so stick around if you like those pictures then as there'll be more pictures still, and I've got to do the editing online somewhere I suppose...")

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how the dream had been so vivid then, dad, lying in his bed had lowered the bedsheets to reveal a gaping infected mess where his guts should have been, and then pulled back those sheets, so vivid in fact that the goblin remembered that dream alone amongst the many other dreams he has forgotten by now, until some months later, dad was indeed calling him over to arrange things about vegetable mum due to the short time left to him then it seems, so perhaps then the goblin somehow knew deep down that something was amiss with dad, even if visually dad looked "right as rain" and "fit as a fiddle", dad always did mind you, for his advanced age I mean, more months have passed by now, and somehow there seems no time nor room left for sentimentality here, it just runs its course in the background of the goblin's mind while his next dream will supposedly reveal his own thoughts to himself again, besides neither of them were ever heart on sleeve types, nothing much to say really, just that as one gets older these things seem ever nearer and more likely, wrong of course when one thinks about it, as it's ever that old line isn't it no one has any more life than anyone else

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere

"...somehow the temptation is always to step out of anonymity, and to reveal oneself too, to post photos, etc., but all that for me just seems as superficial as facebook is, so no, for what I really want from here is just to be able to share my thoughts and feelings to the full now, and how can I possibly do that if I have to keep in mind those who might be reading my posts..." mentioned the goblin who was growing ever more anonymous as he posted on, adding "...besides, that which I reveal of myself just ages me anyway..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, about the PM stalker again

He left me a nasty pm too. I reported it to admin, as I told him that I would. I have him ignored and he still has assess to pm me and be nasty. I have done nothing to him and not even replied to anything he has said, until this last pm and I only said I was reporting him and for him to leave me alone. Just why is he so mean to everyone?

"...actually he is a interesting character, if you were to profile him by his posts, I would venture that the underlying adjective here is bitterness, simply, he can't do complimentary posts because he feels inadequate, he feels the loss of health, family, and work, deeply, so it seems that he resents, and that resentment manifests itself in his sordid PMs mostly towards women and to men too to a lesser extent, for example one soon notes that none of his posts dare go inwards, all of them are negative comments towards externals, as if he is trying to uplife himself by pulling down all around him, though the folly of this policy is it turns one's life into one's own leveled ruin with oneself at its bitter center, so he then tries to rectify this by more of it, in a renewed zeal of sordid PMs or sick posts, no, not to join in, but to pull his surroundings reassuringly down once more, in an ever predictable outburst meeting a very predictable result..." ventured the goblin, continuing "...actually, l doubt that he's in control here, no he's as much a victim, of his own frustrated bitterness, as those women whom he targets are, where at times apologizing to admin, other times lying low until his self ruined surroundings just once more focus his mind back on his failed existence again whereupon the resulting resentment compels him into a repetition of it, and when it does what else can he do, where else can he go, and how many times now, a sorry case indeed but a lesson for us all perhaps..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, something between friends then

I am not feeling right recently and really should get myself seen to

the goblin apologized for his last post thinking that it wasn't supportive enough, saying "...look, to make some sort of amens here, and I really do want you to get better that is, well, it's just that I thought that if you did die now, which I am sure won't happen of course, you could let me write up your obituary complete with a matching sorrowful picture, and with some tear jerking heart rendering lamentations to your memory, etc., oh, and we could have some rickydicky catchy epitaph as well then, because I really do appreciate you as a friend, and feel it to be the very least I can do for you now..."

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[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, the goblin sticking it out

Look, we don't need an attentionwh*re online, just go away for pete's sake.

"...well now, is it because there are no other new posts on this forum at all that you all seem so reduced to heckling me on my thread here again..." inquired the goblin smiling back, then confiding something, saying "...atttentionwh*re means what exactly, so "anonymous recognition" it becomes perhaps, but what of it, and why not too, moreover, what difference does it make where at the end of the day all I will ever have of myself is an ability gained through not compromising to you now, plus I will know myself by what I post too, so think hard upon the conformity that you are suggesting here resulting in what then, yet more bland plain texts, endless post and discards, and everyone all falling into line of no line no where, face it, do you ever stop to edit your posts collecting them into something more than these soundbites, or is this really the best you can come up with for your part, in short, tell me what has been your purpose throughout the duration you've been here then, no I won't give in to you ever, but if we part ways then I'll walk away from this with a writer's way words and an illustrator's eye, so ban me if you whenever, yet you neither stop me continuing elsewhere nor change that truth of it between us..."

xxxxx

 

[fleamailman]

repost from elsewhere, a "relationships" thread

My closest chance of a meaningful relationship is with someone I cannot bring myself to care about as a friend, let alone something more.

"...well if you can't live without it, you are not ready for it..." ventured the goblin in passing, continuing "...no it's all too easy to repeat previous mistakes or to make those cheap compromises just because you don't like being alone, but that's the one thing we have to fight in ourselves, so don't buckle in into that need, no, I've no idea if you believe in fate then and that there's someone out there that you are actually calling towards you, that when that person appears you'll just know that it wasn't by chance at all as if then understanding that this present wilderness period had been exactly what you needed in preparation towards it, so remember that line you're not ready for anyone until you're quite happy alone, that's what all this wilderness period actually means doesn't it, so profit from it while growing strong and whole in your partner's absence..."

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