and with that the goblin appeared

[Kristie]

I'm sure you're not as hideous as you think! There are a lot of ugly fuckers here, but we are all beautiful!

[Atheist-Lite]

The resident Norwegian wasn't even able to read a whole post written by the goblin. Regardless of that he replied to the thread

("...no no, not to worry about it, I can sympathize entirely with someone having a low attention span now..." replied the goblin)

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the goblin wanted to support this site and therefore felt that some pictures were in order here, saying "...well yes, the pictures are there to help people with reading difficulties, whereas the texts are just there for those with mental problems, and for those with both I suppose I could link them to MTV if they so wished..."


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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_cru ... %C3%BCcher

When we have a system questing the war we need a man, whilst when in former times it was the reverse side of the coin in such dreary matters.

[fleamailman]

Whatever turns you on! As with all things, you get out of something what you put into it.

("...precisely, it's as you say then, the more I put into my posts the more I will get out of them, where if I had only my posts to represent me then those post would my all now..." replied the goblin enjoying this forum's rapport no end, saying "...well you certainly know how to feed goblins with thoughts...")

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if you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you, whereas if you do not bring forth that which is within you what you do not bring forth will destroy you a quote which shocked the goblin because although it seemed exactly the point that goblin was getting at by posting like this, it actually came from the gnostic gospels, so the goblin simply repeated "...when I look at the thread, it's a fun game with the others here but when I look at the slot itself, I am alone and it isn't a game at all, instead it's a journey to self now..."


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[fleamailman]

(the goblin welcomed Kristie whom he had met yesterday, saying "...I'm having a ball now, yes I'd rather be conversing with everyone here than normal people any day...", in fact, the goblin was not a troll and always paid attention to that which was posted his way, adding "...are you romantic Kristie, enjoy...")

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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[Atheist-Lite]

Yet, what are tangible men except their daytime dreams? The closer we see the approach the stranger our daytime world becomes for night is not night. The world is a doorway. The map is not available to the sleeping ones. The risk so high the approach hidden by a seven thousand year old spell. The care and the graph sho how intricate we are with the terrible temperatures of hell and the comforts of heaven. Such dangerous times...are we.

....And yet that man? A man who was a poor and failed wit. What is it he said, he spoke? "My dog here, my cat and my horse. He said of the farm too. The farm itself ended not long after in a richer mans buyout. He spoke of that which was certain in a future mans light. That all these things lacked vigour. They lacked vigor enough to achieve a unlikely task. And from whence did this man come that his words kept resounding down the days to this day even?

[fleamailman]

("...I had a hunch that there would be one or two of them on the forum..." voiced the goblin full pondering upon the text that had first got him to reread it, and then had him close following in its tempered footsteps, "...I've opened an edit thread in the literary section, yet the trouble is that one person always posting alone becomes repetitive, but if you care to post with me awhile we could compliment each other in a round table so to speak...")

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the goblin was always anonymous, so really whether he was liked, hated, or whatever then, didn't matter to that goblin persona he always portrayed himself as, so he goblin explained it, saying "...sooner or later, I am just haunted by those three questions again, "so what have you actually written for all this posting then", "and what has one learned from the replies and comments too" and "well then, what have you seen of yourself from what you have posted"...”, pausing for a moment, the goblin went back into the kitchen to make another coffee, a dull workday morning was his unavoidable encroaching reality now, so the goblin's only escape could be to cast his mind elsewhere since his family depended on his continued surrender to this present situation, to this society, and just to this living too, even if all those were just compromises on their terms for their rewards, at least that much was unavoidably clear to him by now, "...ah but, as strange as it may sound, my mind up to a point has a choice of being "aware, unaware, here, or elsewhere", so, what if I could master this choice then as something against that all too mundane reality of mine, while also slowly producing a stored body of posts somewhere that thwarts those three haunting questions again, surely that would be reason enough to post here, wouldn't it now..." concluded the goblin as the clock just ushered him on towards society's bidding once more, as the goblin retorts to the clock "...lift anchor boson, rig the mind to elsewhere, and steady as she daydreams now..."


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[Rum]

Nice piccies though.

[Atheist-Lite]

Such a endless desolate time must be confronted. Wealth inherited brings power but not wisdom. The answer is to spread fear amongst those who would bring the troubles of other worlds here. Desmond Morris, he's good with advice on whom to squeeze.

[fleamailman]

("...nice wording and I love that track too..." went the goblin, offering something more recent then)

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"...well, after all these years now, I've finally figured out what's wrong with my daughter, whose love of booze, boys, and covering the floor with her garments, used or otherwise, has all lent a certain credence to the notion that she is in fact a homosexual boy just trapped inside a girl's body..." went the goblin, adding "...trouble is that I just don't know who to address this kind of problem to..."

[Woodbutcher]

I'm a man of few words.

[Atheist-Lite]

Spiderman seeks the stand. He plays the common mans clown to be in peace through a coming stormynight. Speak to a comedian to tell a serious message in such drunken times as we have here today. Be assured the terror of being sober will make them any astute mans toy.

The crisis of civilization is a slight of hand before a greater looming hour. Such a time men would flee in terror from thinking and grasping.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMgOTQ7D ... re=related[/youtube]

[fleamailman]

I'm a man of few words.

("...who knows, perhaps you prefer singing then..." mused the goblin)

O Banana!
Home grown on native land!
New hybrid strains at your command.
With glowing hearts we see them rise,
Our new stock, strong and pest-free!
From far and wide,
O Banana, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
For bananas a plenty.

-fleamailman-

[fleamailman]

Spiderman seeks the stand. He plays the common mans clown to be in peace through a coming stormynight. Speak to a comedian to tell a serious message in such drunken times as we have here today. Be assured the terror of being sober will make them any astute mans toy. The crisis of civilization is a slight of hand before a greater looming hour. Such a time men would flee in terror from thinking and grasping

("...you write well, the film I will see in the morning during a break should I get one..." mentioned the goblin thanking Atheist-Lite now, and probably thanking Atheist-Lite fully later)

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"...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 the internet then, isn't it just amazing the way it just acts like a ouija board to one's 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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[Horwood Beer-Master]

[Bella Fortuna]

Don't ask.