"The word love is thrown around so simply these days. When i was alive it wasn't as much like this. Now if someone gives you something that you want, you tell them you love them. if someone has something you want, you tell them you love them. you could have no feeling toward them and yet you say you love them." the spirit sighed as she thought back to it. "Now when someone is 'in love' they my just want what their mate has. now when someone is 'heads over heals' it might not be for the other person. there is cheating everywhere you look, games with hears and unhooked claws. its a dangerous place now, the field of love. its a game now. but the few who still look to love for love can seemingly find happiness. so long as they know where to look that is."

"Well that experiment for me is ongoing, part by circumstance, and a lot by choice "reminding himself to elaborate as here they are not aware of JATS or privy to the all the hints of his previous posts, which changes each one read "... planting seeds season upon season, to teach them to grow, and watch them grow by it, to play and be enriched because of it, igniting the fire in their minds, as their imagination drives the bed time stories on, "do the funny voices Dad" so not a book or dvd, we write our own, by encompassing their inherit self sufficiency in all things we do, and as a result only three years on, food no longer comes in packets, but is picked from the ground, and vegetables are now eaten secretly stolen from the vegetable patch, a theft that I allow, nay encourage, and music is not merely now something they hear from the latest gadget, but crafted from their minds and played by themselves, and where these gadgets have to be used, it is not that of the masses, as they type and explore, on the bargain PC which they put together, on Linux which they installed, and while playing the Penguins games, subliminally are learning that Windows, the God of the masses, is shit you see, and though there are not many here in the postion yet to use all of this, but, as I often say to them, as I say to you "don't copy your parents in all that they do, just take the best of them", and use what you can along The Road, together, or alone"

"beautiful post and image" he smiles "... and I have touched on love, for now..." and the chameleon returns to daily life briefly, and will come back at a tangent

(the goblin is amazed, wordless, and thoughtful saying "...thanks for this thread you two...")

repost from elsewhere, the "how come" thread, the goblin going silent there

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How come congrats xxxxx I love you How come on another note...I'm not sure if I like the Flea how come his posts seems spammish and a little just off subject How come you guys vote: stay or delete

how come, a reply is called for here
how come, this crossroads of ones fate
how come, an infinite sea of internet
how come, that question opens the door
how come, the integrity of ones posts
how come, this post was the goblin's last
how come, without malice nor regret
how come, the time wasn't right here
how come, the "band" mores on now
how come, xxxxx had guessed it then

The spirit twists and turns around the stage in a sort of dance. she whispers to herself so softly it is again the wind around her. "This place entertains me! Oh how i've longed for such. Nay i prayed for it with unreligious motives." the spirit stopped and thought for a moment. "Religion and I do not get along you see, I have studdied many and many more than I deamingly should. I get in many a fight with all spirits and people alike for my studys. it is not my fault that perhaps the greatest religion is no religion for when you have none you can study, un base, them all."

"and so the sleeper awakens" smiles the chameleon with affectionate recognitions, as he returns from stirring the glowing embers of his fire, feeling that primal satisfaction as the flames lick around the new logs consuming them in a raging crackling fury "...then dance some more spirit, for this is merely a rehearsal, for a bigger stage I feel, while watching the spirit feel the joy, of no longer dancing alone... as for the opiate of the masses I will come back to that..."

"your photo reminds me of the lovely Pandora!" mused the spirit with a sly smile as she jumped down and sat on the edge of the stage, crossing her misted legs and humming to herself as she spoke. "Pandora shows us so much truth if you study her well. She showed the selfishness of humans, the curiosity that can kill, and the horrible mistreatment that a human's god or gods can set upon them. Also, it shows that all things done are not done without consequence." the spirit laughs a bit and sings a line from a play she had recently read. "No good dead goes unpunished~" mused the spirit as she hummed the rest of the song to herself.

"but I have no God, so do not fear his retribution, and I feel, the path will be trodden anyway, so, punished for giving directions then, well call my lawyer we could sue Google for millions"

a repost from elsewhere, and for the first time not used as a retort...

"We never say the good things enough do we, it's a human trait, why enthuse, when derision, or even better, nothing, will do, that stony criticism of silence, the best one, oh some are really good at that, why is it we can't encourage, praise, appreciate, applaud what someone can do, especially if it's something they are better at than you, surely no one, in this day and age, treats children otherwise, yet find it harder to do the same in "real life" with the grown ups, especially the family, so, we stick with the sarcasm, the put down, and then are perplexed, shaking our heads in resignation, at what we have created".

 

"google" whispered the spirit to herself as she leaned back and looked up into the raptures that held paintings of night and day clashing. "which reminds me. how did ye and goblin come across this area."

"I suggest that question better be put to the Goblin than me, on this occasion, and maybe store his answer, tuck it away somewhere safely" chuckles the chameleon "... one day it may come in handy"

"mmm perhaps" she whispers as she waves her hand and pulls forth a note pad and quill pen from her mist. " i have work of my past 'livily-hood days' I've yet to accomplish and yet even in death i do not wish to for it would hurt some i fear, nay i know..."

repost from last post section:

The spirits mind goes back to her life from whence she come. Her mind hither on the day where it was she who was called forth for being strange, for being a freak. "We studied many things. We all loved them so, but I, aye I, seemed to be the strangest. this is, of course, their opinion, for i would claim nothing over them, even such as that." the spirit laughed, almost a giggle though she would never giggle, at the thought. "On with the tale. I was chosen, as freak and strange, to be drawn up from the norm and strike fear into their hearts. why? Even I do not know but something of them called for fear and they knew i could deliver it i suppose. And so i set forth on my task. Why? simply because now i was needed, now life was given to me in the form of Fear. oh fear that had been my friend for so long, fear that i seemingly no longer felt, now came to give life to me! i did my best, oh my best, and such horrid images were then on painted in words..."

"naturally I had read that post, for I follow the goblin avaricely, the thief in me, and always willing to lend a hand, as he will be reading this too, simarlily, and my post then was not as much a coincidence as it would seem, it seems, as one writes for ones self others see the reflections in familiar themes, and some see what others can not see, and others see nothing by choice, for to do so they would see themselves, or something they can never be, and reflect the blame outwards, safer you see, denial of culpability, it wasn't me it was the ex, my boss is a prick, bloody kids, you are weird, strange, mad, your shit, this thread stinks, never has so much been said about so little, and my all time favourite, is this guy sponsored by the comma, so, you see the reason for anonymity, for then it is easier to deflect and parry, so no my repost was no coincidence, but this time, for entirely different reasons.... just a glimpse then of trials and tribulations that lie ahead for the goblin, the chameleon and others, but still the band plays on"

"...thanks everyone for your odd accepting me here..." said the goblin who really only needed of a few "last post" threads for his purpose, this one being one of them, lying through his teeth now, in fact he had many, and although the goblin couldn't exactly say he liked coming across hostility towards him somewhere, another lie indeed, it did at least make him defend his values, till the impasse was too great, banned more likely, where the goblin would just open up another thread elsewhere to make good, still maintaining the overall number of active threads, saying "...simply one is anonymous here, and the Internet is vast, so negativity can be bypassed, and there's no need to discouraged or distracted by someone else, life it too short for that, have fun folk, post wildly, but never forget that it's a "journey to self" here...", and which point the needle of lie detector seemed to veer off the page, as the goblin's next stop did seem to be "troll valhala" again this narrator had noted, "...MYAHAHAHAHAHAHA make way for my madness mortals, my thread now..." voiced the euphoric goblin exited at the prospect of swotting bots adding "...for I will return with a few scalps under by belt but here I will be gentle...", which was no lie it seemed

repost from elsewhere

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Why did you choose a goblin to represent you as your online self?

and with a quick click on the link in the notification, the goblin showed up here again, from his lunchtime bistro, in fact, his escape from that cold Winter's reality of "dailylife" felt merited, no, not so much by what his geneva offered, however secure and comfortable it might be, but more simply it felt merited by what the geneva couldn't offer, adventure, "...well then, if there is no adventure in being this human in "dailylife", there's probably even less in being this old fart on the Internet now..." uttered the goblin to himself mostly, feeling at least that it did explain why he took on a persona here, as mask then, knowing too that literature works only where the author believes it himself, so the mask had to be total to be credible, and yet, the goblin also saw that most people readers would be thinking along the lines of some mythical creature from those fantasy worlds of C S Lewis or Tolkien, whereas if they googled "fleamailman", they would soon find out that other meaning of goblin, that of "someone who plays with computers bits", and with that the goblin's mind went back to the cave those some years before now, where he had worked as a repairman for the Great Ork, "...in fact I was a real goblin then, that is before I became my mask here, so it's an easy personage to portray since it's partly based on the truth, while, in part too, I play on that misunderstanding too..." repeated the goblin over his coffee, somehow he was just appreciating for a moment what an incredibly deep, rewarding, and then stupid, this adventure was all turning out to be now