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("...something I had completed today then..." mentioned the goblin)

all these years later, the plaque was still there then, unchanged since the goblin's childhood, even if the old green painted bridge, together with its dark almost motionlessly water beneath had changed, in that hammersmith has become measurably cleaner now, but this little plaque then, that the goblin had first seen in his childhood, went back to a time even before him, december 23rd 1919 iin fact, so the goblin just looked over the metal railing down the short drop to the gray dull water again trying to envisage a ghost here even if the details were so few now, relating "...the sparkling dark of chritmas time perhaps, simply he had jumped in after her, and saved her too, only to die a few days later then of some infected injury...", where, in the absence of any more detail, it all seemed to spell attempted suicide, leaving the goblin's imagination to fill in the blanc the internet had drawn for all his researching, perhaps the truth might spoil it even

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So my question is, How does one develop a hobby like yours? Joining every kind of forum under the sun and engaging members to participate in this random ... fun?

"...just perhaps..." started the goblin looking at the post, thinking back on what had happened over the years, continuing "...perhaps there are no forums then, nor forum-titles, not the trees now only the forest of forumland and those personas one comes across, where amongst it, somewhere are those livewriters who write in their posts and feed off replies, so you ask me why, where I find myself answering now for them then...", where the goblin also remembered that pos forum and those others he had moved on from, smiling "...ah, an ex girlfriend is someone one doesn't talk about, though one does remember the better moments to oneself together with the lesson of why it fell apart too..."

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"Answers?" She exclaimed! Intrigued by the very alluring presence of such a mysterious soul. "And what answers doth thy seek, Sir goblin, that of love, the universe, of the stars that are eternally captured in the night sky? For if you seek answers, there must always be a question."

"...well to be honest I don't really know what answers there are, and which ones I am actually seeking here, but put it another way then, how about "writers write, readers read, but livewriters prefer feeding"..." replied the goblin, knowing that in his mind he sought answers, yes, whereas on forumland he simply liked replies now, adding "...you see, you feed me my thoughts, I feed the slot here, and around it goes then, that's it, that's feeding..."

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"...I will never tag a thread, each post has to be meant to me, because if one starts posting just to increase the postcount then one becomes invisible to others through that deception, more simply ones true opinion becomes blurred amongst the other stuff one is posting..." replied then goblin who was hoping that nobody here just posted out some sense of obligation to, adding "...got to be selfish here, being selfless is unsustrainable..."

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"...oh no, I'll be vain forever..." laughed the goblin whose persona remained his picture of dorian gray now, saying "...dailylife can take its course but here I am ever an ageless goblin..."