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the goblin laughed, saying "...it's nice to see that I am not the only one mad then, that picture is perfect and you're matching your texts imaginatively too, posting evolves, suddenly one is posting for real here, not for others but for something within,  the real question being "what in my life is worth posting", isn't that what this game is all about now...", and although the goblin's posting waxed and wained, he was incapable of not posting for long "...no those ghosts of ones past don't die with time, they only wait for their moment when one is ready to face them again, that's all, so perhaps in this way posting is that coup de grâce they're waiting for..."



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"...you're doing well xxxxx, ones ability to write is at the base of all of this then, even though most people feel that they aren't actually writers here, and this isn't writing because they it's not "published" as if it were that publishing world, and you the reader here, who decide things now..." ventured the goblin, adding "...or, if it's not this writing side of this that appeals to you now, I could mention that your posts show you to yourself do they not, or that they build up in you an ability to think in text and pictures, or that these posts takes snapshots of your life like a diary would, all this then, yes, but if I were really to confess my own reason as to why I continue to post on like this, I would simply say "I want to cover the walls of Merlin's cave with meaningful imagery", which, after all, is where ones old age ends up doesn't it, oh and yes that cave is unavoidable I know, though by then these cave paintings that I practice writing out now, will be my imagination's escape from that cave, so it's what I do now, and not what results by it, that matters to me here, confession over..."


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ой, удалите пжл тему

Только и умею флудить, люблю знакомится с парнями на одну ночь ни каких объязаностей ,
все очень просто познакомилась и с красивым парнем и все отличненько. сейчас в инете к счастью
много ресурсов где можно познакомится, ну кроме соц. сетей)

здравствуйте, давно искала такой форум. всем спасибки, отдельное спасибо админам)

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"...chin up, dailylife is trying to break you now, it offers you such fears and hungers as to bind your spirit to its bidding, and if you judge yourself by its standards, you'll hunger for that which you once had, or that which you don't yet have, and you'll fear the loss of that which you now have, and of that which might be taken from you still, simply you're playing its game here if your connect your soul to your dailylife like this..." ventured the goblin who never quite forgot the short time he had talked to those people who were dying on that lupusbot site, who, by the fact that they were actually dying, really had nothing then, adding "...chin up, dailylife loses here, for compared to them then, what right have any of us to feel unhappy now..."


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"...true, perhaps if I could ever really get these posts right to myself I wouldn't need to continue here, since I
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would already know for sure what I am thinking...", so part of the goblin at this point was living his life normally, yes, but another part of him was watching the slide of the dollar under the largest debt in America's short history, adding "...so it seems that our distractions are wearing thin now, and yes, you and I might be helpless here, but I promise now that I won't look the other way while this happens, patriotism is, at its base, knowing by heart those principals that one holds to towards ones country, and holding one country to them then..." 

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2717350365989458437&ei=ZGjlSvzFG5-i2wL26_UH&q=history+of+the+dollar&hl=en#


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the goblin could always relate to that post, saying "...the old ways are gone now, while today's ways seem permanent by comparison, yet it's only an illusion of permanence, as everything outside of oneself is undergoing change, while, that which is within oneself too, is changing in its turn, so the only thing that remains constant throughout in ones life is the connection between those two then, the connection between the outside and inside of oneself that is, simply "all except for being alive" moves on now...", so somehow, by its inevitable change then, it was just so easy to resent ones reality on the outside by growing bitter on the inside as so many people eventually did it seemed,  "...ah but, who wins here, you or your dailylife..." asked the goblin to himself often enough when he had had to let go of someone again, or something for that matter, adding "...oh yes, on the outside ones dailylife owns everything for sure, it might offer you its gifts according to the season of your life, where one can't get away from it, no independence from all that then, but only a real fool surrenders his soul to something in dailylife only to grow bitter when that season passes, so who wins here then, someone who is bitter that the season has passed, or someone who is happy from within now..."


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"...ah my madness..." repeated the goblin to himself, as in the right side of his brain writing out those visions conceived on its left side of his brain, while actually presuming too, that between his coffee and the music, he could somehow escape outside himself by it, madness indeed he knew, "...well it's all practice for my old age then..." he joked now, not really joking though, for the goblin would never retire as in "just vegetate in some Merlin's cave", adding "...oh no not I, ones "Internet self" is a serious proposition here, especially when that alternative, of a repetitively stark sane old age, is just telling one to "go for it" each time...", somehow the question was never "what the goblin would eventually become on the outside" for that was obvious, no the real question was what lay within him


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"...perhaps then..." said the goblin "...it had something to do with the fact that all those drugs which normally work for the rest of us, such as alcohol, cigarettes, Internet, television, shopping and football, were no longer having their desired effect on those people who had grown disfunctional here, hence their turning to self medication to fill the void left by it...", somehow the goblin felt that most people were borderline in fact, and that they would probably become as equally disfuctional as the others if their addictions were withdrawn from them, saying "...well, what with sedatives to relax us, stimulants to excite us, and distractions to give us temporary escape, we actually manage to get through each dreary day doing societies bidding..."


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