SOOOooooooOOOOOOO

most of my things will be random
me and the ice cream man have decided....
VACUMS EAT SOULS
oh and homemade bread is ery yummy nom nom nom

D: run from vacumes! and Hampers! they steal baby socks and crush them!!!!

"...so what we need here mortals, is just some type random thread..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...where each one of us can just contribute to it, simply, if everything is lumped together, any notification will cause the rest of us to return here each time..." said the goblin, who then offered two types of mega threads then, the "last post" thread and the "random" thread, saying personally I prefer a "last post" thread, as that is where I was born through fire, whereas if the members are solid a "random" thread might be better, reposts from elsewhere OK, double posts OK, but only ones own stuff now, what say you mortals, do you want to see this site take off again I wonder..."

But but isn't the site already alive D:

I got confused!

HUH???????? i was following then i got lost lol haha i see liknes in my vision!!!! blahhh books are evil! but so awesome to read

xD

"...well then, let me put it to you another way now..." ventured the goblin, trying to avoid confusion here, saying "...is there already a random there on this site, if so link me to it, and I will evolve it for you now...", somehow the goblin was remembering something, that most authors of the victorian age didn't write books at all, "...so then what did dickens and holmes actually write if not books, and where are we now, or should I say, that with this internet, where have we returned to, so the question is which site is going to click on to it, and get a head's start over those sites that don't have a journal thread with "live writers" contributing to it yet, I mean you do wish to make a name for yourselves I imagine...", but that was the goblin for you, he could be very confusing at times, besides everyone know that goblins were not to be trusted

loliez wow.

ok

the only one here i know that wants a name for themselves is admin lady aka silentxmidnight aka vivian odessa wainwright and sage x.x'

"...perhaps I could interest you in "journey to self" here then I wonder..." ventured the goblin who too, had no need of a name for himself, well not for someone who would remain anonymous throughout, adding "...but you do want to know who you are by what you post perhaps, or perhaps you want to become more aware of your surrounding by way of you pen's reflections then, ah just so many reasons it seems, I guess I'll never understand what you humans are about now..." but the goblin was happy with the site which had a vibe that was pleasant to breathe in

-still confused-

ImaKitty wrote:

-still confused-

"...here you go then ImaKitty, you can thank me later..." said the goblin just being helpful

http://ssshotaru.homestead.com/files/aolertranslator.html

I don't think we even know what we're about o.o'

I'm still confused...More than ever now bc Beth ran off

Humans know nothing of themselves and yet they think they know all. When once accepted that they do know there for know all, happiness and peace can accumulate as it does here. so breath freely with the knowledge of not knowing.

"...ah no, humans often try to get by now, by trying to know nothing of it, or at least to avoid it the question then, but somehow their individuality bars them from becoming like everyone else here, and the doubt sets in that perhaps, they are different, and perhaps their "journey to self" starts from that realization..." replied the goblin, where simply, the writing, for him at leas,t was his "journey to self" here

"...perhaps then..." the goblin mused on seeing his posts to date "...it's the very fact that one fits badly into one own existence that makes one all that more aware of it...", at which point Death, sitting on the chair opposite the goblin smoking a cigarette ventured "...too true goblin, most people wake up in their beds before their alarm clock goes off, they note how much time is left before that clock will ring and then choose between "sleeping on" or "staying awake", in the warm comfort, only that the real truth is that the alarm clock can go off at any moment...", "...true but what do you suggest then..." asked the goblin curiously, "...nothing really, depends on the individual I guess, how about you goblin, would you "sleep on" or "stay awake"..." but the goblin couldn't answer or at least he couldn't find the right answer, so Death simply grew a smile again saying "...well I suppose goblin, if you could actually answer that question, your alarm clock would have gone off by now..."

Death oh death who's words are soured. What would you do, should you ever had a choice? or pray tell can you yourself not answer.

the goblin wasn't so sure at this point, it was as if his very existence was a vortex of ever decreasing circles, diminished returns, and met expectations, no, not just for himself but for anyone who remained within its orbit, "...ah, that's your lot goblin, isn't that that "dailylife" you like to call it, and how you know it so well by now goblin, don't you goblin, but that "dailylife" of yours is not the real point here, is it then..." whispered death out of the shadows somewhere, adding "...so you've lost your barrings in all this "dailylife" of yours goblin, well then you only have to think of me here to know where and what the real game is at this point...", to which death continued with those some old lines of his again, saying "...ah the rules, well then let me explain, simply it's like "hide and seek" with me, I close my eyes and count on, meanwhile you have to figure it out, as much as you possibly can, before I come for you, though the only thing is, and perhaps to make this game a little more interesting for us then, is that I don't actually tell you which number I'm counting to, nor what exactly you're supposed to find out here, while no doubt those two crooks of your "dailylife" and that moneygod will try to waylay you to their own ends once more, in other words goblin, just think of it as a "last post" game for real goblin, and lets see how you fare with it now..."


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The curious spectator enjoyed watching the goblin, a rather asupicious hobby of his. Nobody ever laid eyes upon the spectator, only they were the ones being watched, only they. Near blindness struck him to the point of oblivion one day but he rested fairly and so, he spectated once more, blind and crippled. He is rich in spirit, but blind in the arts, so very true, you can learn so much from watching....so.....much....only so much can be attained. With a hardy in breath, he stormed several chilling words from his lips, "Goblin, I have been following you, watching your every move!"