the last person to post here wins

("...why aren't there more posts like your then spirit, tonight I wanted to read something, I wanted depth beyond just being clever with myself as always..." mentioned the goblin in his guilt, adding "...those writer's sites drain me, and yet I go back each time, I feed on posts where my motivation is more often bile than sense...")

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"...same boat for us all in fact, only that in some of us it is seems more evident, that's all..." mentioned the goblin again, but the truth remained that no one had any more life than anyone else, adding "...so be selfish now, don't ever post without reason, nor merely for others here, nor for the forum's sake either, no, posts are as steps on a "journey to self" then, where there is no choice, nor regret about it, only forward now, simply however long, there was never enough time to begin with...", in fact, the goblin often wrote on the lupusbot site too, because they just seemed more real to him, so the goblin repeated that line he loved so much "the angel is not there to be nice, she is there to show you to yourself though her reflection"

"...how the gods punish us with what we want..." lamented the goblin who, having closed the lid, had simply placed the laptop on the bathroom toilet, attaching the plug into the shaving socket to be safe, setting the ripped flv stream to play "the clash of the titans", whereupon, undressing, he slowly enters into the hot awaiting bath, thinking heaven held no secrets now as both the film and pleasurable hot water worked to sensuous effect on the then happy goblin, till he later realized something, explaining "...well yes, I was happy at that point, only I had forgotten one minor detail here, and that is, that water, for all intents and purposes, was actually wet...", about an hour later a waterlogged goblin is sitting on the cold bathroom floor waiting for the film to end, where, no doubt, the gods were looking down laughing their heads off

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I don't get the need for the animation or the prose...but Welcome nonetheless

the goblin quickly thanked the poster and the though upon the comment, "...ah, but I imagine you do want to get the most out of posts human, therefore "narrating" and "illustrating" are two very important things here, no perhaps not for your publishing world, but actually for yourself now..." replied the goblin as a friend would, adding "...you see, I am old and have met many of you humans in my time, and the first thing that draws me to someone is not what they have published elsewhere, but how they do their posts..." in fact, that goblin often felt that writers, whose ability admittedly meant that they should be able to do wonderful posts, actually made posts with little or no consideration to any benchmark of self, repeating "...no one can teach you how to write in posts, nor how to illustrate posts, nor how to narrate them either, as it's something that you alone can only achieve with practice here, where at least you'll agree that "forum threads" are taking over from "individual blogs" so a well thought out persona is crucial is it not...", "...don't you listen to him xxxxx, the goblin is a real attention whore, and mad to boot..." went a rather large chorus in the background now, goblins were not to be trusted it seemed

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about an hour later a waterlogged goblin is sitting on the cold bathroom floor waiting for the film to end, where, no doubt, the gods were looking down laughing their heads off

"...it wasn't that good, oddly gripping though, and M'aam looks like she is about to step on to a stenna..." Jats merely quips as Flea gives the writers wot for "...gawd bless her 'The Queen' you know she is so clever, the other day she denied the holocaust..."

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("...agreed, the film was probably the best version of the well known story that I have seen..." mentioned the goblin who preferred "how to train your dragon" here)

"...unintentional, but what is the point in compromising when one is anonymous, and where the internet is this so vast..." mentioned the goblin who would never ever return to that model poster he had been once, saying "...put it this way then, I could change my username/avatar and post here, but you would still know it is me for the trates of my persona, likewise if I caved in and posted in that conformist writing style required of one, I would then need my username/avatar because I would be no more recognisable than some face in the crowd, I mean no wonder it narks poeple when I don't buy into their crap conformity, but tell me why I should be so invisible then..."

("...I don't understand why you are not more famous, but I think you will be, you are very good at livewriting where these days people want to read posts, and interact with their authors..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...it's not that I have anything against book writing, only that I feel that the readers aren't there...")

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wouldn't it better as an ogre instead of goblin Right?

"...ah no, I am always this goblin persona here, but it has to remain constant, convincing, and above all comfortable to work with.." replied the goblin, who on this coldish morning, foolishly waited upon the sky to clear somehow knowing that the sun would just bake him once it did, in fact the clouded sky just seemed hanging over him now, but returning back to the subject of persona, he could see how important it was on this internet if only because, whereas someone might not remember a username they usually remembered a persona, where for example a goblin persona is hardly mistakable, nor forgettable for that matter, so the goblin explained it again, saying "...take your persona very seriously if you ever create one, because later it becomes nigh impossible to undo it, but at the same time it is obviously useful in identifying oneself form others here...", in fact, much of what the goblin did looked haphazard at first glance, and yet no, it was just that he was a throw back from the BSS days, where perhaps the persona of a dinosaur might have even been better now

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“...listen, why not just stop trying goblin, just let go now, as there's really no one to please here, nor anything to prove either...” came the reasoning voice from the back of the goblin's mind again, continuing “...your trouble goblin, is that you keep thinking that you're the real person on this forum, where simply you're just a anonymous persona, so you compromise each time thinking that it actually makes a blind bit of difference, where deep down you know too, don't you goblin, that in the end, your very last post will only leave off exactly where your first post began, in anonymity here, so a fool tries hard to compete and just fails for his caring, burning with envy at those other competing fools then, not seeing that he is actually alone facing a vast sea of forumland in its many guises ..."

"...amazing picture, now that's your signature Flea..." as Jats comes in sheltering from the rain "...where your words are oft a mystery, forever to some, I know for sure that many come just for the marvellous pictures alone, which still includes me, whereas the words just flow now and barely need reading as I nod along..."

("...thanks JATS, I've learned a lot from you too, where the best compliment I can give you is that you don't need a username nor an avatar now, since your posts are quite unmistakable as JATSman then, where I wonder how many other posters have come this far then..." replied the goblin wondering what picture would fit here)

"...it's funny I always like those pin up girls pictures more than their nude counterparts of today, somehow it just reminds me of that "all the fun of the seaside" of my childhood now, where one bought naughty postcards more as a dare, and everything was a lark, and strangely unreal, adventurous even..." mentioned the goblin feeling old tonight, hating the wisdom of his years, wanting just five minutes of his youth back, saying "...so I will probably buy a naughty postcard this summer when I visit felixstowe ferry to scatter mum's ashes to the sea, and how strangely fitting that will seem then..."

"...ah spirit, a death announced is a friend is it not, where accidents are the hardest of his jests, but he alone adds meaning to ones short life here, for without death it would all be some meaningless eternity..." said the goblin, adding "...funny, we're like so many fireflies against the night's sky, where it's as if those stars just smile down at our assumptive folly each time, but I'd rather be one of these little fireflies then, for the stars can't dance like we do on this night..."

"...which reminds me..." the laziness evaporated waiting for Brazil now "...how often I have heard 'he was only 32, 46, 67 you know' and while saddened at the news always, I am smiling inside, behind my shocked exterior as it seems that all around it is only I that think I could be a statistic too, an anecdote over coffee, a tit-bit of news in passing, so don't be surprised if this is my last post then, for I will not when it happ.."

"...and what will be done other than 'thy will be done oh Lord' as twitter and other sites I see are littered with quotes from the Bible as another signal that God is not happy about the BP oil spill, and not that he, or they, will do anything either as the rest of us too sit watching it from afar like a drawn out disaster movie, even though we are appalled by it all, rooting for the good guys in our millions while watching Avatar, then slipping back to being the bad guys straight after, if not just by indifference then..." as Jats clicks the tab on another beer "...perhaps our newly elected solitary Green parliamentary member here could do something about it, a voice in the wilderness, or are her shackles tighter than the rest of ours now, while bigger and more powerful corporations than ineffective governments have license to act as they wish in pursuit of unsustainable avarice, and it's not like our conciseness have not been pricked before as everything is expendable and what we are seeing now, just a drop in the ocean then..."

"...ah there you are..." feeling guilty at this coarse repost in response to such vivid imagery

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Ok, just out of curiosity. Would you need to sample a woman like Beyonce to find out whether she was good in bed, or would you take one look at her and think, "I think she would satisfy my needs adequately"

A guy once told me, that when it came to sex,(for him), the actual orgasm felt the same, whether he was having sex with a 60 year old or a 30 year old. And whether she was fat, skinny, ugly or attractive. The actual physical sensation felt the same.

Is this true?

"...well that may be true for him, perhaps to many, as to some degree it is an involuntary reflex, male rape often unreported, and no matter what, there will be some pleasure, before and during, although, it is what you become in his head, after the event, that is, as all men know, the acid test, as to whether you are any better than the rest..."

("...honestly you two are quite a contrast then..." went the goblin now, where somehow both posts merited much reflection, adding "...my post too, is quite in contrast to both of you now, a real victorian journal we have here it seems, where each of us, offers the reader something of ourselves that I doubt is matched elsewhere on this internet then...", simply the goblin's mind was on fire with reflection)

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the goblin respected the religions of humans then, explaining "...well, at its base, it all starts off with the same god here, only that man then goes on to war over him as to which is the "one and true" way to worship god, then, where not satisfied with leaving god to punish those who don't follow suit that is, man then inflicts time and again all those religious wars in god's name...", just the goblin noted that somehow the devil's greatest aid was man's own bigotry here

Jats stashes his fishing tackle in the corner and puts the kettle on "...thanks for the update on the first half, just seen the highlights now too, Van Bommel what a thug! What a goal(s), who can call this? Will the Dutch choke once more..." having a £5 now on Dirk to score next.

the goblin quickly returned, saying "...I had thought this forum was closed but if you are here then I am here with you as always...", in fact, things had advanced since whenever last was, explaining "...simply our numbers are more now, but I do not want to build up your hopes too much, only that we are more known than ever and the hostility is muted, where the posts speak for themselves I believe...", the goblin was happy now