the goblin showed up

"...hi..." said the goblin, wondering if he'd even come to the right place that is, his thoughts were more on the coffee machine now, 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 ones 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 MYAHAHAHA, just joking.."

Welcome to the site :3

if you need anyting just ask,we are more than happy to help you out.


my name is Sage and im a raver.

i love to write sing play music....and now....dance.


im happy we made another friend today FLEAMAILMAN!!!!!!!!


*hugs*

"...why thank you my good human..." replied the goblin once more, while outside, the snow storm had subsided enough to let the minions of the moneygod continue their endless endeavors in this beloved city of affluence "Geneva & co", and well, into this then, dressed like a rather oldish teletubby, armed with his laptop and under the influence of caffeine, the lone goblin readied himself, without much relish mind you, for yet another tromp to the bank, read withdrawals here, the post office, read pay one tithes then, and the bistro, read lick wounds and drown sorrows in more coffee, so he hits on singing "...we're off to see the blizzard, the wonderful blizzard that was, that was, that was because, tralala...", exits, only to take one foot outside the door and is simply buried in snow, where surfacing some distance further down the street, well, at the bistro no less, thinks aloud "...never mind your silly "secret of fire" humans, just tell me how one remains sane in all this "dailylife", I will let you live to do..."

Splendid , a sillioquy!!!


I write as so,too.


ill post one sometime.

"...goodie..." said the goblin knowing that there was nothing that quite equates to "really supporting a site" like actual posts here, as the little child drank her hot milk with a smile now hidden behind those large white rings that had formed around her mouth, the bistro, almost empty, seemed quiet at this point, the goblin just continued "...but a dialog needs to be coupled with narration, or it will still look and feel like "first person", albeit in inverted commas, or with the names written to the left that is, so one needs to portray the situation imaginatively on the one hand here, while bringing the characters to life with the other...", not the goblin himself understood any of this, as his eyes were still on the little girl waiting her chance to wipe her mouth firmly on that sleeve or whatever while her mother, seated opposite behind some splayed newspaper, repeated some mantra of "...yes, yes, oh really and what did you do next dear..." to which the little girl, equally oblivious, gaily recounted her rather short "life's story" complete with exploding hand gestures for the umpteenth time, which was all OK the goblin thought save that he knew he still had to find some "dialog text" to post here so he waited upon his muse again but his docile mind, like that slowly setting sky outside, seemed a continuous blanc, somehow the goblin just envied the little girl her unquestionable ability then

("...so what's this site about asked..." asked the goblin in a playful mood, adding "...if this place is goth, I can write that too..." in fact, the goblin was just the goblin but across the sites, he was as fitted in well)

o.o'

Haha hello new person :3

um we are random here not really goth -though some of us are o.o'-

We are whatever and always things like that.

just be yourself mister goblin xD

btw I'm Takeo, nice to meet you

"Smiles upon smiles, a new being appears" States one that seems human enough. A smile painted upon lips, eyes that seem to shine darkly, and skin fair in snow pale. "Welcome, do welcome, to this our place reside. Enjoy here, and be here, as we are. I do so hope you humbly enjoy for if not we have fail upon such things. " She laughs and smiles once more. "any questions that appear you, do state and ask, for more than one or two shall be quick to answer."

what a beautiful place this internet is turning out to be, felt the goblin, who was dealing with so many consecutive threads at once now, saying "...well this is exactly why "dailylife" is a thief, and why ones "journey to self" here is no game at all, no, other people's deaths should make one reappraise ones priorities here, and yet, time and again, one delays it for the more mundane pressing matters of "dailylife" because ones "dailylife" continues and one has to live it, what of it, well I hope "posting for oneself" grows an awareness in all of us that everything here is a mere assumption of certainty now, life is simply momentary is it not...", in fact, Gnostics don't pray, nor would the goblin for that matter, but his mind was focused on the big picture and wouldn't let it pass without looking on the importance of it here, saying "...birth and death are thin moments are they not, reminding one of something wonderful is so close too, no, nothing to believe in, everything to know then, surely ones "journey to self" is not some set religion, just a result from continued posting then...", "...wait, they'll know you're mad now goblin..." went the voice in the background, "...ah but they know that much already..." the goblin replied, adding "...but at least it's clear why I post then, at least to myself now..."

("...take me, where you want be to be, or else I will spam this thread to death mortals..." advised the goblin)

well, for example, the goblin was now thinking of the government's pension system and relating it to that illegal "pilot game" again, where the newer members simply paid their dues to the older one here, and seeing that, like that game too, it was only sustainable when new members kept joining in, till the pyramid eventually flipped upside down, so the question for the goblin now was simply one of how to word this idea in a way that was both amusing and clear, saying "...in fact, no idea is actually new in itself, nor is it really ones own idea either, as ideas are just inanimate concepts that anyone can hit on..." he paused, looking over what he had said, then continued "...no, only that, in wording out any idea in my way, the idea becomes both me and mine, doesn't it...", just it was as if the goblin followed the path of his thoughts with his pen now, and, regardless of what he actually wrote, it only returned him to his "the journey to self" each time

"Tell me, oh seeming goblin" whispers the spirit the shape of humanity "whence from where, or upon where, hence be here, did you come from? Such new and livid words, a magic, and hence an enchantment!" Turning in twists and dancing on hanging stars of magical meanings the spirit, the human hummed. "Tell me now, and from hence I shall help upon any request, or should I not?! Hark my mind tell you secrets of things which adventure could pray tell! Then again perhaps it is the ideal of such things which is the adventure, or another form of words which cause themselves forever paradox from this moment to the next which form the adventure that will never be traveled.

this is the person whom i said would do well with silliloquys


welcome again new goblin!!!

o.o i feel stupid

what is a sillioquy

ooooo new person :3 hiya

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"Tell me, oh seeming goblin" whispers the spirit the shape of humanity "whence from where, or upon where, hence be here, did you come from?

and with the goblin knew once more that he would have to explain the concept of a "live writer", saying "...at its simplest a "live writer" is just an upgrade of a forum member, where they usually have their own forum too, but they carry their persona with them, that is, if one merits it, one is recognised, known amongst forums and members alike as authors would be in terms of their books now...", the goblin stopped for a moment, and slightly changed track here, saying "...perhaps rather than authors then, think of performers, as in fleamailman is on this thread/stage in this forum/venue..." at which point the sandman had turned up with a large sack marked goblin, and a zapgun, "...oh please sandman, just five moreZZzzzzzzzz

the goblin too was an old hand now, saying "...to be honest I don't really see it as "forums" anymore, more like admin-personas here, or masks if you like...", though the next bit was a little harder to explain, the goblin thought for a second, and then said "....imagine yourself as that performer then,you are playing once more on this tread stage, at this forum venue, well imagine if one built up ones admin-persona like this, the moment that you landed on another forum, the members there would just associate you with your forum again, as if this "forum itself" had turned up, as the persona in its total is your ambassador here, or your advertisement then, as something recognized by the others as both you and your forum here...", so the goblin had boiled it down to "username", "avatar", "writing style" and "content", where each of those components had to remain uniform throughout for the widest possible recognition here, simply being the same, each time and everywhere too, "...self marketing perhaps, or a leaf from mcdonalds book even, but remember too, that non of this makes any sense without coming up with ones own content, "content" is crucial here, for without "content" the rest becomes meaningless, or counter productive even ..." concluded the goblin hoping this idea helped a bit, or least made sense then


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being anonymous the goblin wasn't sure if it was "social networking" as such, but he posted across dozens of forums daily, saying "...well, for me at least, facebook seems a writer's nightmare, something like "hi, my name is adolf, oh, and guess what, I hang out at walmats too, eat at mcdonalds where I do my internet, here's my photo, all my personal details, the films I like, my PSP3 games then, oh, and take at look at this, my heavy metal tattoo on my bum, and my signed poster of bing crosby himself, aren't I amazing, oh please do accept me as I have enough superficial paraphernalia, and whatever, for you to like me now"...", where perhaps the first thing a writer should actually be, is free from all that crap, just honest to himself each time..." simply the goblin way saying, that whenever he had grown close to someone on the internet, it had been solely on the merit of their words alone, for what else of them was really here now, they were, until they appeared in real life that is, just as anonymous as the goblin was, quite unable to prove anything then

haha i know what that is but i just am confused by nature D: but HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII goblin person

XD jessica you fail...but that is why we love you


HIIIIII goblin

*pets goblin*

("...ah now, you interest me humans, but above all I love pictures, not family photos, nor anything personal, yuck, just anything that moves you, because something that moves you will most probably move me to..." ventured the goblin, adding "...do we have a picture thread here I wonder, there are two types of picture threads "fab pics" and "funny pics", and both are great for a site I believe, what say you humans then...", and the goblin thought I might be a good idea to post a bit of his dairy, but it was very old and long ago now)

from the goblin's "dear all diary" 16th November 1997

Dear all,
The lump,curled upon itself and caught cradled in the crutch of an armchair is my son who in his sleep now adequately makes do for a fireside cat though he doesn't go to sleep, it come to him, strikes like a violent storm then... silence. He will wake soon and after initial rumbles grumbles and whines engrossed in his own adventure this typhoon terror of toonsville will trampeed across the sittingroom much to the anticipation of the hatter who, having filled the wastepaper basket with failed attempts at this letter, is about to delve in a little bit of child exploitation to empty it: "...dormouse, take, empty, return, got it..." looking at the bin the dormouse replies "...wow, I must have the only daddy in the world that writes so much rubbish..."

yours sin.,flea