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You do get out and about a bit do you buddy ? Smell the flowers and all that... Sometimes I worry for you posting intensely in a almost manic obsessed manner. Just sharing my feelings mate, cos I care

the goblin thanked the poster, and agreed that his life was very internet orientated, where his dailylife just seemed dull by comparison, saying "...somehow I do like the things that this dailylife offers, but nothing really elates me quite like the responses across the many sites I am on, where either I am helping someone enter into to this "live writing" world, or replying about some current topic like here, or just fending off those trolls again, each of which engages my mind at a depth that my dailylife, for all it's necessity, doesn't...", outside, it was raining and the captain had commanded her minion to fetch groceries again, plus the bedroom needs cleaning, plus the goblin's coffeecup was empty too, oh and then there was that internetolics anonymous meeting tonight, online of course, where raving craving forum addicts could relate their ever losing battle to "last post" posting

Alice danced her way into the post and hid in the shadows, "Ello, loves. I just thought I would say hello..."

("...and very welcome here alice you are too..." replied the goblin, adding "...for I have written much about your world now...", as the goblin quickly posted something from way back and elsewhere now)


"...at any rate I'll never go there again..." said the goblin as he picked his way through his mailbox, "...for the life of me, those are the silliest "last post" tea-parties I ever was at..." and just as the goblin said this, the goblin noticed that yet another email had the words "the last person to post here wins, reply notification", "...oh, now that is very curious.." the goblin thought. "...oh but everything is curious today. I think I should go back there and see then..." as the goblin pressed the link which then reads "I win", "...curiouser and curiouser..." exclaimed the goblin continuing "...but we'll soon see about that though..." as the goblin readies his reply and posts "...mortals you step away from sanity if you continue down this path with me here..." but the goblin guessed that it was already too late for many, sanity had never been much fun it seemed

"Thank you, Sir Goblin," Alice said from the shadows.

("...happy you are here..." replied the goblin, repeating how much he loved alice's world, and here was his family then)

from the goblin's dear all diary, 18th., April 1998

Dear all,
Hatter's hopes of a tidy tranquil coffee are tossed aside when Alice and the doormouse turn up to grab whatever's is going even if her doctor's report(attention; on entering the Swiss German medical zone please avoid jokes on pain of having to explain them) mentioned her being 7kilos overweight, regardless, she scours the table for the non-existant sugarcube, the doormouse on the other hand will scurry to the hare in the kitchen for the milkjug which he'll bring, minus contents of course save for white marks on his lips, to the unperturbed hatter who somehow knowingly has braved the snow on the balcony for an unopened carton, hare then bounces into the room with the coffeepot only to spring to her ever awaiting telephone, doormouse will sleep and Alice is always lost, somehow after a few resuscitating sips the hatter will close the door and remember himself "...ah, in my home it's always teatime..." thinks the hatter over his cup

As written.,
flea

from the goblin's dear all diary, 18th May 1997

Dear all,
Frantically, the dormouse plays "cat and mouse" with a little ball that will eventually escape his attention: his father (the hatter) poised with a pen, fishes for thoughts while wearing a small hole in the sleeve of the elbow that supports a head which should read "Back in five minutes"; in fact the hatter supposes that only their ages dictate any difference in the degree of distraction here. Later, when hatter has finished writing and rewriting this letter he'll shout at the dormouse to have a bath(wallow in toys), brush his teeth(chew the toothbrush) and go to bed(fall asleep somewhere) but the dormouse plays "cat and mouse" with hatter who will eventually let the dormouse escape from his attention until a few hours later, when the hatter will actually notice, that something rather odd about the usually flat floor.

sin., flea

Alice smiles and whispered to the goblin, "My real name is Alicia but I go by Alice... It is a pleasure to be here as well as on the other site."

("...welcome then, post here whenever the mood takes..." replied the goblin)

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I like your thread goblin

"...nah, this isn't my thread either, it's just a "last post" thread here, anyone can post to it..." replied the goblin who wanted to openly share this thread then, saying "...the trouble with me is that there are two of us, one me who writes directly between brackets where things generally fall foul to those slings and arrows of outrageous dyslexia, and then there is that other me, who reposts stuff that has been clearly ironed out with some matching picture added, basically the "publishing" me, against the "posting" me perhaps, where both have their merits/demerits then...", simply, the goblin, in his madness, actually believed that it was a "journey to self" here, and yes, true the goblin had seen his dailylife for the rat-race it actually was, and yet, instead of "stopping to smell the flowers on the way", he was now writing about those same flowers then, as if the rat-race had been replaced by the rat's very own "freestyle composition with matching picture in less that 50 words please" benchmark here, so either way, the rat just scurried on it seemed totally unable to stop itself

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as if slowly readying his makeup seated in front of a theater mirror, the goblin feels himself to be backstage looking across from his now neatly arranged props of this dressing room, "...on in five minutes goblin..." calls the imaginary voice from the other side of the door, "...thanks..." he shouts back brushing off the anxiety and impatience that always builds up in those moments before he goes up onto the thread/stage, so the goblin just checks through the lines while roll playing the piece over and over in his mind and then calmly walks into everyones view, "...tonight this thread is mine and I will carry you away..." he promises them but the result is never certain he knew, "...no, this is what makes posting so alive..." he confided in a whisper here


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The spirit enters with a silent bow as she heads straight for her books and parchment. She takes them upon her lap and begins to search them, her mind jumping wildly from one thing to the next. "Oh what a bother, what a trife. I must search and search for things that none but I know of and all but I could fine. Alas thus is the distane of secret." Her voice is a hallow whisper as she continues. "Jakin has disappeared. do tell me if you find him for I fear he shall take it upon himself to attack the others. His mice....though they are larger he is cunning. Fear for he, fear." Her voice trails off as she searches another book.

("...I always like reading your posts spirit, you're very visionary, the image is well casted each time..." said the goblin who had be fighting trolls at valhalla)

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"...wow, fanmail, great start..." went the goblin, who then explained something saying "...no, the difference between you trolls and me is that you try to get banned on sites, succeed, and get banned for it, whereas I try to remain on those sites, fail, and get banned for it...", alas deep meaningful posts are not appreciated it seems, especially on writer's forums

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"....the troll-king has spoken, so there..." replied the goblin, reminded of the bad old days then, besides, the goblin didn't mind where this thread was moved to, as long as he could play "swot the bot" on it, in fact, contrary to appearances here, some of the trolls were very smart indeed, just the goblin had yet to meet one of them he felt

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[footnote: mommies, like trolls, are creatures quite distinct from normal people]

and then he took her in his arms overwhelmed by that sudden urge to hold the one thing that was important to him, she was here, his, and waiting "...to hell with the world..." she said gently, continuing "...its just us now, darling I've waited too long...", he breathed in her scent beggingly for her, their stillness at this point seemed like that calm before their storm of unbridled passion, "...darling I am not protected, what if.." he kissed her again "...here, click this link below darling, you're safe with them..."

http://www.linuxmint.com/

"...goblin, do you really think this will get them try out linux then..." "...don't know slot, suppose we could make it a bit more romantic for them then..."

"...oh no, the shame of it all, my posts are better accepted on "troll valhalla" than on most writers forums, this is not fair..." sighed the goblin, despairing of humanity now

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4 pages of SHIT is what i [s] see [/s] i mean smell here

"...in other words, you are inferring that the posts show signs of something having been well digested then, so I suppose we can take it as a compliment here, gosh how you trolls are so astute in your observations now, amazing clarity..." ventured the goblin