repost from elsewhere, a biker's "ramdom stuff" thread

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the wizard will mess you up with your own word's weirdo ...

"...nah, you should look at what the wizard says before you say that then, he's saying here that the more intelligent are modest about it..." explained the goblin now, adding "...and o how the inconspicuous intelligence must abound us now, as something like antimatter, unseen yes, but still there because the wizard's theory tells us that it is, but I'll let you both into a little secret now, "the emperor wears no clothes" here, to date I've only seen one writer type amongst you now who, admittedly, seems wiser than those who post here, and yet not as wise as those who don't post here...", but the goblin didn't care for wisdom at all, he cared for imaginative madness, saying "...ah yes, at the end of the day the wise are often weighed down by their wisdom and simply leave nothing to show for it, where some writer's folly is what you read is it not..."

"...Bloody Thief..." cries JATS seeing his picture again "...yet I have stolen so much myself..." and JATS posts his farewell to the 'bikers site' never one to outstay his welcome then...

The dust settles now its particles scattered by the wind smarting the eyes of the remaining followers as if they were crying then, yet still cajoling and screaming obscenities from a safe distance, teeth snarling eyes bulging with hatred all jostling for a good view at the edge of the circle of bodies that has now formed a ring for their new chosen champion who stands with his arms aloft whipping the crowd into a frenzy, undefeated and unafraid of the little man, this upstart who has dared enter his realm and who stands waiting quietly, patiently opposite him. Meanwhile, barely noticed now in his new disguise, apart from a few looks of remembered disdain and the odd nod of acceptance now amongst the familiar, another figure filters around the edges of the crowd quietly making exchanges in words and sign of 'five to one' sometimes 'ten' and putting all his money on the funny looking little Flea man, allowing himself a sly little smile as he does so knowing how this always ends, in fact he has already won, and then the chameleon laughs, withdraws, and leaves them to it while busying himself with 'daily life's' chores "...send my winnings on then, you know where to find me, deep within your concious gnawing away at you..."

("...you won there JATS, they lost because you have them cornered to their forum, soon I will be out too, but we will meet them elsewhere as you pointed out..." mentioned the goblin adding "...so where the sun king's famous quote was "after me the dregs", ours is "after us the boredom" for see how they can't do it on their own now, the hit rate is our readership is it not, and their author's won't return in a hurry there, so I will enjoy the moment when they realize their error then ...")

Tying his boots now in preparation for his midnight walk JATS reflects "...oh no Flea you won that, or was it I/WE..." he laughs "...either way we are counting the winnings now, another one freed from the pack..."

Tying his boots now in preparation for his midnight walk JATS reflects "...oh no Flea you won that, or was it I/WE..." he laughs "...either way we are counting the winnings now, another one freed from the pack..."

"...no, win or lose it was definitely "we" there JATS, thanks for the fun then, now my bet is that they might copy/paste from banned camp something to rub it in, but the chapter is over for me, my notification are off there, and we did make some good posts out of the fray so that is what counts for me, and the hit count spoke for itself..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...I would like to see the hit count jump at banned camp then, but I really don't think they're going to turn up there, simply they have no real content between then, and in their hearts they know it for all there words faining otherwise..."

"...can't you let me humble for once..." the chameleon laughs "...well whether it is from there or not I can envisage a time when the locals will be grumbling that it was much better in the old days, when it was quieter, all these noobs cluttering up the place with their posts and loud behaviour, the Amin moaning that they are too busy administering and not posting these days, dishing out bans, fighting trolls, calming down fights and throwing people out on their arse, when all I want is a quiet game of darts..." and then adding "...when that happens then I think I will leave, come back and heckle the place..."

the goblin liked the pictures, the texts and the ideas behind them, saying "...oddly any lapse in my posting on my part usually happens when I am in an actual writing mood where one might come across my few direct replies in brackets, but otherwise it looks quiet, but it is exactly those replies that I then later edit into my “matched posts", these that I then repost without the brackets to the caption "repost from elsewhere"...”, something the goblin simply summed up as “when deep write, when dry edit”, in fact, it was often during the goblin's driest moments that actually created the most “matched” posts then

repost from elsewhere,

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Several weeks ago, Oklahoma passed a law, declaring itself as a Sovereign state, not under the Federal Government directives. Joining Texas, Montana and Utah as the only states to do so. More states are likely to follow: Louisiana, Alabama, Georgia, the Carolinas, Tennessee, Kentucky, Missouri, Arkansas, West Virginia, Mississippi, Florida. So save your confederate money, it appears the South is about to rise up once again.

the goblin was not surprised to read this, saying "...it only reinforces my gut feeling that slowly the country is decentralizing, much like rome did before its end in 410, where simply the regions became autonomous to the point that when the crunch came, nobody lifted a finger to stop it..." continuing "...I mean, can you imagine it was like some present day banana republic were to march on washington dc and sack it oh and yes, rome was still there afterwards, it still had its emperor too, just that dorothy's toto had slipped behind those curtains now and all could simply see rome for that wizard of oz it was, and no, this is not the end of america as an ideolgy or culture, only that is signals the growth of confederated america in my view, the south, or souths, have no need to break free this time, it will gain it autonomy de facto and without bloodshed too..."

repost from elsewhere, advice to a new admin

the goblin often felt that an admin should do the rounds, in that, simply remaining on ones own site was only hiding oneself away and not getting ones site known, so the goblin explained, saying "...well, the idea is certainly not to poach members, which won't work anyway, no, it's to get yourself known on any site one visits by giving ones best on the one hand, while observing and learning that which works on the other...", the goblin was just thinking of the many successful admins he knew who did just this then, adding "...so if an admin visits, visit back, but remember too, to keep ones username, avatar, and posting benchmark as uniform as possible across sites, since all those form ones persona that then becomes synonymous with ones forum..." in fact, the goblin was constantly denying in PMs that he even had a forum, saying "...I'm a "live writer" so I need to be across forum/venues, not stuck with one myself..."

repost from elsewhere

the goblin's hopes were high, it was just his reality got in the way of those hopes again, saying "...the last post always belongs to the last poster here and the clock stops not...", somehow the goblin was reminded to a small bird who walks with a piece of bread too big to fly away with, where other birds form a queue behind him and where, when he finally drops it, the next bird picks it up while the first bird joins the back of the queue behind him, "...oh well, it's still nice to win for a while then..." mentioned the goblin about it, adding "...after all, I made this thread for winners, even the lupusbots won on their thread now, and that was saying something..."

Microsoftious

I met a broker of the Wallstreet brand
Who said: Two vast and worthless piles of stock
Lie crashed upon the ground. About them, near to hand,
Now shrunk, these tattered credits lies, that shock,
Of bloated slips whose sure and bold command,
Tell that their author well those passions read,
Which yet survive, scribbled on these worthless things,
The hand that believed them, and the heart that bled,
And upon their cardboard box these words appear:
"My name is Microsoftious, Share of Shares:
Look upon my works, ye wealthy, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of this colossal crash, boundless and bare
The blown and leveled brands stretch far away.

-fleamailman-

Being that this is the [looks for a second] 23 pages of posting how did this even start.
Its nice to see how this has evolved so much.
And i should say that you guys seem like acedemic rivals.Like serlock homes with less of a haroin adiction [or much greater]

repost from elsewhere, the goblin putting his dailylife in its place now

in fact, the goblin was still fearing the probability of pole shift, saying "...the magnetic field depends on some external factor seeing that the earth's core is merely a liquid, magnetic south is geographic north and actually points to greenland, so the real question here is how much our approaching the galactic equator is going the effect things now, be that either through external radiation, which I don't think it is, or just by proximity, which seems far more likely in my view, but either way something tells me it's time to think a little deeper than ones dailylife now..."

http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/world/historical.php

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