repost from elsewhere,


"...and what prize would you want, for what could equate to being able to post..." mentioned the goblin who would rather be able to post perhaps anything under the sun than to have some mere prize then, "...besides, a prize means that the game is over, and hopefully no one wants this to be over so soon, for it would be nice it this would go on forever then...", like as if the goblin's imagination would stretch to the horizon and beyond, "...for what prize would equate to this then..." repeated the goblin


73

repost from elsewhere

opening the writing box filled with all the letters mostly from his mother, the goblin knew that she had never written anything of depth since she hadn't taken much time in writing them, that they were simply her way of saying "thinking of you" or used a way to air out any particular problem she was facing at the moment, that is, with some anecdotal snapshots of village life mixed in, so the goblin didn't care to reread them at this point but, like a book one wants to keep on the bookshelf, he had kept each one albeit in a somewhat discarded fashion in this writing box till now, today though, knowing that there would be no more of them, he had readied a folder expressly to which he had scribbled down the title "Mum's and auntie's letters" while the writing box itself would probably go empty now, if not used for something else then, "...well anyway, who writes letters these days..." the goblin asked to himself


73

repost from elsewhere


"...ah now, telecommunications is the biggest mind altering drug of them all..." mentioned the goblin, continuing "...and let us ask ourselves how many people could survive without their television sets then...", in fact, the goblin was far too old for any illegal drug, and yet he saw the television as the greatest killer of old people going, saying "...if you put an elderly person in bed for too long, they will lose their ability to walk...", somehow the goblin remembered that phrase the bed is the grave of the old here, continuing "...and if you put them in front of the television each day, their minds will rot for lack of any real interaction too..." the goblin was simply thinking of the old age home where his mother had been, and the growing problem of dementia in old people now due to their newly extended lifespans then, where their participation was not required in their television viewing, saying "...they succumb and drown in all this media viewing then, but here you can reply, so perhaps this is why posting is winning here..."


73

repost from elsewhere

slowly the goblin settles down and remembers this slot here that he had left through the distraction of his dailylife, not that he hated his dailylife, only that it seemed to ask for everything and always from him, "...all this demand on me is its need not mine here..." voiced the goblin probably aware that the little time he puts into "facing the slot" was perhaps all that actually set him apart from his nagging dailylife each time


73

repost from elsewhere

"...well all this posting is just practice for ones retirement I suppose..." joked the goblin about this game now, though the goblin would never reach retirement and then just vegetate afterwards as so many did it seemed, "...oh no, an internet self is a serious preposition according to mephistopheles, who had been adamant in explaining to faust that an internet self would serve one well in our final years as long as one slaves at it till one got there then..."


72

repost from elsewhere

the goblin was thinking about that phrase "you can fool some of the people all the time, as you can fool all of the people some of the time, but you can't fool all of the people all the time", saying "...just a reflection on my part, but surely no one would know that one has "fooled all of the people all the time" because they're fooled by it..."


72

repost from elsewhere

the goblin agreed that the forthcoming "currency correction" was almost amusing until one realized that one was probably dealing with the life savings of most people in the western world here, saying "..."currency correction" normally starts with a loss of confidence in the financial system, resulting in high inflation, unemployment and bank runs, to which the government's first step is to resort to forced loans, coupled with a limit of withdrawals, as seen in Argentina, where as a result, people will then start to hoard money under their mattresses, to which the government will then introduce a new bank note thus forcing people to convert their hoard at a per person limitation, as seen in Vietnam, perhaps coupled by a "surrender of bullion" act, as seen in America, resulting in the currency devaluing to the lowest level after which, seeing that "system collapse" and resulting anarchy are not the goals here, things will go back to normal again, where the party that has instigated or witnessed this "currency correction" will lose the election having everyone believe that it is over and that it will never happen again, not realizing that their new state of poverty is, in fact, the spur to getting them productive again in a system where too much wealth is counter productive here is it not...", the goblin was just calmly watching its approach now, concluding "...funny how the media would have us look down at green shoots instead of the horizon here..."


72

repost from elsewhere today but worth posting the goblin felt

"...well slot, if anyone wants the goblin's power of absentmindedness, they will have to practice daydreaming, but living in Geneva helps, as does growing old too I suppose..."ventured the goblin as the slot swallowed the lines saying "...goblin, they're coming out, encourage them further and they'll surprise themselves with what they actually post now...", "..slot, is this another one of your devious ploys to get fed with posts again...", "...well yes goblin, it's that or your "one man show" here...", the goblin pondered, looked at the falling rain outside and then ventures "...OK, put like that slot, I'll tell them, besides, I did promise admin I would grow members here but first..." he reaches over for his coffee "...well then, the secret to posting is like judo in that "one has to fall first losing ones own balance making ones opponent lose their balance too, only then does one regain ones balance to finish the throw, simply if one doesn't loose oneself in ones own plot, the reader won't fall for it, the storyteller throws himself into a situation that they then fall for..." at which point the unforgiving clock at the bar shouted "..."time goblins please" as the scene closed again

repost from elsewhere, 

the goblin's mind was torn between the two previous posters now, certainly the benchmark of this thread seemed as high as it seemed deep, "...can't quite remember the witchdoctor's spell, think it went "pain to open ones eyes"..." mentioned the goblin at it, adding "...can't change the past now, nor return to it, but at least a sobriety of born of past suffering, simply one isn't the same person afterwards, one is just more aware of what is actually important in life..."


71

repost from elsewhere

the goblin welcomed everyone to this thread then, saying "...you win, yes, but then life moves on, and one has to win again repeatedly, doesn't one...", as if, once more, the path of the goblin's imagination stretched before him here, simply he could write absolutely anything now, and win by it he knew, but he then knew too, that he had to then live with what he had written, "...you see, in dailylife it is all too clear who one is as there's the mirror, ones bank statement, certificates of education, passport, family, and all the rest that goes up to make the "you" that you know yourself by, and yet, here on the Internet, there is only that which you write to create yourself, you are only what you write here then..."


72