and with that the goblin appeared

[fleamailman]

"...hi..." said the goblin, wondering if he'd even come to the right place is, his thoughts were more on the coffee machine at this point, but he just continued "...well there's not really much to say about me, married with kids I suppose, that's me then..." and then something crossed his mind "...you see, the trouble in one's introduction is simply, if you don't meet the other person, there's absolutely no way to prove anything anyway since these are just words here, and the reader is blind, I mean anyone of us could be just anything then, who knows I could even be a human for that matter MYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, no no just joking, thought it was funny though..."

[Bella Fortuna]

[fleamailman]

the goblin welcomed Bella Fortuna to a seemingly normal site with average members, perhaps guessing that somehow she too had realized that something was amiss here, that they were, all to a man, KGB agents just practicing to be humdrum housewives, "...yes, your asking yourself how in your heart you knew this all along, that is how when comrade admin appealed to her fellow proletariat members to rally up against the constraints of capitalism, you couldn't buy into the hidden bolshevik ideology here..." said the goblin pausing for the exact words again, he continued "...no, like me, you didn't fall for it because their deception was in its way just too perfect to be real so it had to be false then...", "...brilliant holmes..." came the voice in the background as the goblin's three pipe solution was once more pressed into his pipe "...elementary my dear fellow, no one can post on this forum longer than three weeks without going mad, and the rest was just a simple deduction from there then...", somehow the solution smoldered away in the goblin's mind now


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[Bella Fortuna]

You have taste in Holmeses, I'll give you that.

[fleamailman]

("...thank you for welcoming me then..." replied the goblin, quite unused to meeting such a friendly reception now, explaining "...this is not my usual neck of the woods, I'm more on the avant guard writer's forums, but I need a change, somewhere where I can build up a rapport was others now, none of my posts ever show malice, and my requirements are minimal...", and with that you goblin offer a token on his sincerity now hoping it would please)

repost from elsewhere

the goblin remembered coming across the very toy in the flea-market that he had always wanted in his childhood, and in that way at least the flea-market to him seemed very much like a sea that often washed things up from his past, the goblin picked up the toy, took a long look at it and then finally put it back as if to let it drift away till next time then, saying "...well, I suppose my growing old is like this letting go here..."


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[Rum]

The Cumbrian troll peeked out from under his bridge and squinted at the goblin, wondering as to its provenance..

[Azathoth]

Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?

[Rum]

Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?

Feeling OK?

[fleamailman]

("...at your service my good sir..." went the goblin kindly thanking rum, feeling that he knew this username from elsewhere, but letting it pass now, asking "...and where would one edit one's posts upon this forum, but not so much as blog now, more as comunal thread with others here...", and with that the goblin posted a poem for a change)

My childhood
A poem to a ghost
a memory nothing more
a boy upon the coast
a wind upon the shore
a promise upon that gust
as if the two of us
could swap (what we saw)

- fleamailman -

[Bella Fortuna]

Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?

Yes.

No.


Nes?

[fleamailman]

Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?

"...so welcome to forumland human, just allow me to corrupt you further down this murky path of writing within one's posts..." voiced the goblin sat by the coffee table holding out a cup of finest filtered coffee to the human now, continuing "...well for starters we all know that nobody ever escapes being that which they posts here, simply this new medium of posting has brought the author behind the work to the fore, where those silly explanations of fame and fortune are not really bought by any of us I imagine...", at which point the helped himself to a biscuit and then just continued "...so it's for one's muse perhaps, or for one's own amusement then, or even for no reason at all that we post, just being one's habit instead, simply we write our posts out where whoever needed a reason for a habit, why habit are just habitual is it not, yet habit is also unstoppable too, so for what better reason to write in one's posts than for no reason bar the sheer habit of it...", with the goblin pointing to the homemade biscuits in some please help yourself manner, yes, somehow it always seemed teatime on rationalia where all were welcome to share in its fray unavoidably becoming whatever they posted of themselves in doing so

[Clinton Huxley]

Now look here! What is all this?

[Rum]

Now look here! What is all this?

It isn't British that's for sure.

[Clinton Huxley]

Now look here! What is all this?

It isn't British that's for sure.

Worrying.

[fleamailman]

("...um britain, that reminds me..." went the goblin)

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the goblin never forgot hemingway's ways famous line if you are lucky enough to have lived in paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for paris is a movable feast, and then the goblin felt that he too, should try for a quote, something like "...if you are lucky enough to have lived in london as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for london is meals on wheels..." ventured the goblin


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