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your presence is most welcomed, the goblin. I've found you to be a most delightful surprise, if not a bit of a curiosity.
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"...nicely put xxxxx, and so true too..." replied the goblin, saying "...so, an association it is then, one without rules but recognizable all the same...", in fact, the goblin had been here before, it was like when someone was teaching their child to wave at a passing train, where some people instinctively wave back from within that train if only because they too had been as that child at some point, so perhaps livewriting is just learning how to wave at this passing train of the internet today..."
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"...your posts are getting better, just have more faith in what you write though, and keep at it too..." suggested the goblin thinking there was nothing stopping xxxxx form becoming well known by her posts, adding "...for me it's not what I write that actually matters, how can it matter where one just remains anonymous throughout, however what does matter is that in the practice of writing within one's posts one's posting ability grows by it, simply it goes back to the line whatever one does does one in return, so it's the you that results from the practice of it, where the result itself, the same result one sees on the page is flattering but is of no consequence..."
"...your posts are getting better, just have more faith in what you write though, and keep at it too..." suggested the goblin thinking there was nothing stopping xxxxx form becoming well known by her posts, adding "...for me it's not what I write that actually matters, how can it matter where one just remains anonymous throughout, however what does matter is that in the practice of writing within one's posts one's posting ability grows by it, simply it goes back to the line whatever one does does one in return, so it's the you that results from the practice of it, where the result itself, the same result one sees on the page is flattering but is of no consequence..."
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("...just adding the post count and hitcount below the picture to gage my readership here..." mentioned the goblin)
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the goblin thanked the poster, saying "...actually, looking at the notifications at my inbox this is one of my quieter threads, unintentionally very much resembling a blog perhaps but at least serving the purpose of a place to edit then where those busier threads elsewhere tend to be more for rapport between posters...", just that the goblin took advantage of either busy or quiet threads, continuing "...anyway, turning back to your question of the difference between book-writing and livewriting, for me it is mostly something to do with the audience contact here that makes it much more like the live theater viewing as opposed to recorded cinema viewing, so for me forumland is akin to the theater then, but don't underestimate forumland for its infancy, for every new reader of any book there are perhaps hundreds if not thousands of posters who turn up on forumland as readers/writers in their own right, so looking at it like this then, I've probably the feedback, if not the readership too, of someone with a published book now, albeit one where my being anonymous frees me from caring about it, so no, the real question is if and once you agree with my observations here are you going to become known by your posts too, where the playing field is both even an open to all on forumland..."
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the goblin thanked the poster, saying "...actually, looking at the notifications at my inbox this is one of my quieter threads, unintentionally very much resembling a blog perhaps but at least serving the purpose of a place to edit then where those busier threads elsewhere tend to be more for rapport between posters...", just that the goblin took advantage of either busy or quiet threads, continuing "...anyway, turning back to your question of the difference between book-writing and livewriting, for me it is mostly something to do with the audience contact here that makes it much more like the live theater viewing as opposed to recorded cinema viewing, so for me forumland is akin to the theater then, but don't underestimate forumland for its infancy, for every new reader of any book there are perhaps hundreds if not thousands of posters who turn up on forumland as readers/writers in their own right, so looking at it like this then, I've probably the feedback, if not the readership too, of someone with a published book now, albeit one where my being anonymous frees me from caring about it, so no, the real question is if and once you agree with my observations here are you going to become known by your posts too, where the playing field is both even an open to all on forumland..."
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Oh the glory of it....such fun.....waaa-haaaa!!!!
did'ja know that wisdom is repeatedly referred to as a "she" or "her" in Proverbs?
did'ja know that wisdom is repeatedly referred to as a "she" or "her" in Proverbs?
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A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
~I Am A Rock:
Simon and Garfunkel
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...just a random....bustin' out praise time!!! Woooo Hoooo!!! God is a GOOD God!!! Oh amen and amen!!!! 
Sing it sing it sing it!!!!
Resurrection Power by Kelanie Gloeckler at MorningStar Ministries - YouTube
Sing it sing it sing it!!!!
Resurrection Power by Kelanie Gloeckler at MorningStar Ministries - YouTube
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the goblin was here too, alone save for that cold feeling of deep passing night as he eyed the the christmas tree for its reassurance though it only seemed to open doors back to earlier trees of his wilder times “…you’re all gone, why do you want me to remind myself of all this now, besides they're, and well you know it too, either dead, grown up, or very old now…” he voiced to the bright tree surrounded by darkness, but the tree laughed back"...stupid goblin, is it only now that you learn that you can't give christmas back to those who loved you, you can only pass it on for them to those around you still..."
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the goblin was here too, alone save for that cold feeling of deep passing night as he eyed the the christmas tree for its reassurance though it only seemed to open doors back to earlier trees of his wilder times “…you’re all gone, why do you want me to remind myself of all this now, besides they're, and well you know it too, either dead, grown up, or very old now…” he voiced to the bright tree surrounded by darkness, but the tree laughed back"...stupid goblin, is it only now that you learn that you can't give christmas back to those who loved you, you can only pass it on for them to those around you still..."
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("...well I'm just your average everyday sort of goblin I suppose..." replied the goblin welcoming Max Raphael to brinny's fun thread here, explaining "...please allow me to corrupt you further into thinking that that which you write is you and shows you to yourself by it, a simple journey to self in posts then...", ah but didn't everyone know by now that goblins were not to be trusted)
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the goblin was slowly absorbing the gist of the text written on a fair sized tin of rat poison he was holding, something like warning, contains a very slow acting poison that works rather like your dailylife does. save that it's both cheaper and less bother, thank you for reading this, and have a nice day human, yours sincerely, the resident rodents, "...so those rats are on to a good thing then, right, the kettle has boiled, now where's that coffee jar..." voiced the goblin aloud to himself over his laptop this breakfast time, "...actually, it's the same tin goblin..." came the small voice from a crack in the wall
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the goblin was slowly absorbing the gist of the text written on a fair sized tin of rat poison he was holding, something like warning, contains a very slow acting poison that works rather like your dailylife does. save that it's both cheaper and less bother, thank you for reading this, and have a nice day human, yours sincerely, the resident rodents, "...so those rats are on to a good thing then, right, the kettle has boiled, now where's that coffee jar..." voiced the goblin aloud to himself over his laptop this breakfast time, "...actually, it's the same tin goblin..." came the small voice from a crack in the wall
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the goblin was remonstrating with his reality before passing on to more important things like creating that encompassing long term persona for himself, saying simply "...ok, you might think it as something fake, but why should my dailylife always hold sway here, when you and I know that in the end it's just the same boat for all of us, just another battered wreck breaking up upon those rocks of old age again, well that's your dailylife isn't it...", so the goblin rendered unto dailylife for the reality it was after all, while trying in his way to discover what his virtual reality was actually about now, continuing "...besides, you can't prove anything about your dailylife to anyone here anyway, and yet, if you know that, why fetter one's imagination by it, no, what should matter to you is what I mentioned before, that creation of an encompassing long term persona here, for surely the point of life is not dailylife, it's who you really are to yourself..."
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the goblin was remonstrating with his reality before passing on to more important things like creating that encompassing long term persona for himself, saying simply "...ok, you might think it as something fake, but why should my dailylife always hold sway here, when you and I know that in the end it's just the same boat for all of us, just another battered wreck breaking up upon those rocks of old age again, well that's your dailylife isn't it...", so the goblin rendered unto dailylife for the reality it was after all, while trying in his way to discover what his virtual reality was actually about now, continuing "...besides, you can't prove anything about your dailylife to anyone here anyway, and yet, if you know that, why fetter one's imagination by it, no, what should matter to you is what I mentioned before, that creation of an encompassing long term persona here, for surely the point of life is not dailylife, it's who you really are to yourself..."
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"...simply, you and I are anonymous, the number of posts, the hit rate, and all the other paraphernalia which goes up to create any member on a site actually means nothing because nothing can be proved here, nothing except the fact that I am writing this and you are reading it..." said the goblin whose goal remained to know himself from what he posted, adding "...you can't know the future, there is no way to know it because it is not here yet, but perhaps one can know oneself, because oneself is here all the time..."
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"...simply, you and I are anonymous, the number of posts, the hit rate, and all the other paraphernalia which goes up to create any member on a site actually means nothing because nothing can be proved here, nothing except the fact that I am writing this and you are reading it..." said the goblin whose goal remained to know himself from what he posted, adding "...you can't know the future, there is no way to know it because it is not here yet, but perhaps one can know oneself, because oneself is here all the time..."
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Fiery Murmurings
Fiery murmurings, skulls and bones,
darkly moving shadowy groans
Pits of bondage
Howls of pain
haunting sorrows
Gnawing shame
Hope is gone
All is lost
What a pity
What a cost
To cast aside the grace
That wouldve saved you
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("...the poem and the picture go together nicely, bravo then, your posts have more body to them than when you started this thread..." mentioned the goblin honestly)
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whatever cards dailylife played, the goblin always returned to his posting, somehow the random threads for him was his way of seeing what he could come up with, and to see how he could take form there, "...well yes, I could just write the first thought in my head tagging the thread each time, yet with that what have I actually got out of it I wonder..." asked the goblin more appreciative of the openness of the idea of anything goes since it resulted in most people being forced to face themselves here, "...now, if someone were to ask me "what do I win", the answer has to be "depends on how one is challenging oneself" but in the end the only person who knows if one has won that challenge is oneself..." ventured the goblin also knowing that without a sense of audience and that feeling of deadline his writing could soon get overlooked as one slips back into a dailylife without any real recorded reflection upon it, which as you have probably realised by now about your own dailylife too, is exactly what your dailylife wants it to be
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whatever cards dailylife played, the goblin always returned to his posting, somehow the random threads for him was his way of seeing what he could come up with, and to see how he could take form there, "...well yes, I could just write the first thought in my head tagging the thread each time, yet with that what have I actually got out of it I wonder..." asked the goblin more appreciative of the openness of the idea of anything goes since it resulted in most people being forced to face themselves here, "...now, if someone were to ask me "what do I win", the answer has to be "depends on how one is challenging oneself" but in the end the only person who knows if one has won that challenge is oneself..." ventured the goblin also knowing that without a sense of audience and that feeling of deadline his writing could soon get overlooked as one slips back into a dailylife without any real recorded reflection upon it, which as you have probably realised by now about your own dailylife too, is exactly what your dailylife wants it to be
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the goblin loved seeing any reply thinking it was far better to lose to others here than to win by oneself, "...every post here is a win for yourself is it not..." said the goblin liking everyone's posts and knowing that they had a big advantage over him, as he once more looked over across to his whyly dislexsick fairy sitting opposite now, saying to her "...well my naughty dyslexic fairy, funny how I used to hide us in my shame because of your jests, but now I see that without you I would never have started livewriting on these "last post" threads where I have slowly learned to parry your barbs and think round your ploys, so what say you now...", "...goblen, knot so phast, yu've sean sum bat knot all of them yet, sow I keap ewe on yor tows this wey..." at which point the goblin knew she was right again as he rarely trusted what he wrote while writing it, she had him looking back over his text so to speak, ever editing them in reposts too, and what a wondrous handicap dyslexia had turned out to be
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the goblin loved seeing any reply thinking it was far better to lose to others here than to win by oneself, "...every post here is a win for yourself is it not..." said the goblin liking everyone's posts and knowing that they had a big advantage over him, as he once more looked over across to his whyly dislexsick fairy sitting opposite now, saying to her "...well my naughty dyslexic fairy, funny how I used to hide us in my shame because of your jests, but now I see that without you I would never have started livewriting on these "last post" threads where I have slowly learned to parry your barbs and think round your ploys, so what say you now...", "...goblen, knot so phast, yu've sean sum bat knot all of them yet, sow I keap ewe on yor tows this wey..." at which point the goblin knew she was right again as he rarely trusted what he wrote while writing it, she had him looking back over his text so to speak, ever editing them in reposts too, and what a wondrous handicap dyslexia had turned out to be
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the goblin welcomed xxxx to a seemingly normal site with average members, perhaps guessing that somehow she too had realized that something was amiss here, that they were, all to a man, KGB agents just practicing to be humdrum housewives, "...yes, your asking yourself how in your heart you knew this all along, that is how when comrade admin appealed to her fellow proletariat members to rally up against the constraints of capitalism, you couldn't buy into the hidden bolshevik ideology here..." said the goblin pausing for the exact words again, he continued "...no, like me, you didn't fall for it because their deception was in its way just too perfect to be real so it had to be false then...", "...brilliant holmes..." came the voice in the background as the goblin's three pipe solution was once more pressed into his pipe "...elementary my dear fellow, no one can post on this forum longer than three weeks without going mad, and the rest was just a simple deduction from there then...", somehow the solution smoldered away in the goblin's mind now
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the goblin welcomed xxxx to a seemingly normal site with average members, perhaps guessing that somehow she too had realized that something was amiss here, that they were, all to a man, KGB agents just practicing to be humdrum housewives, "...yes, your asking yourself how in your heart you knew this all along, that is how when comrade admin appealed to her fellow proletariat members to rally up against the constraints of capitalism, you couldn't buy into the hidden bolshevik ideology here..." said the goblin pausing for the exact words again, he continued "...no, like me, you didn't fall for it because their deception was in its way just too perfect to be real so it had to be false then...", "...brilliant holmes..." came the voice in the background as the goblin's three pipe solution was once more pressed into his pipe "...elementary my dear fellow, no one can post on this forum longer than three weeks without going mad, and the rest was just a simple deduction from there then...", somehow the solution smoldered away in the goblin's mind now
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"...pick up the sword goblin, give me one good reason why I just don't kill you straight off then..." she wasn't joking too the goblin knew and as "queen of the amazons" she must have killed many men, and other women for that matter, and now she so resembled a tigress at this point, beautiful yet deadly, and as any true woman she either loved or hated, "...I know that you can kill me easily o great queen but all that you've heard about the eldorado ladies restroom, with that large stage sized mirror rimmed with those theater lights, where below it are endless bottles of hand lotions, creams, perfumes, crayons, lipsticks, all rested neatly above a marble wash basin to matching pink walls, where again a bookshelf filled to the brim with books by "mills and boon" and babara cartland, together with an uncountable number of catalogs of shoes, clothes, and fashion brands to browse and purchase await, yes o great queen, it's all true, but that's only part of it, there's a free telephone, a television, and the computer to do msn chat on, a "sound around" stereo system to listen to other women like britney spears, madonna and bananarama, even a kitchen alcove to stew jam and bake cakes in, oh and a catflap to let ones favorite pet come and go as it pleases, and so so much more o great queen if you would just care to join me that is...", which was, more or less, the way the goblin wooed his wife he remembers now, knowing that one had to truly appreciate a woman's priorities before one could actually approach one here
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"...pick up the sword goblin, give me one good reason why I just don't kill you straight off then..." she wasn't joking too the goblin knew and as "queen of the amazons" she must have killed many men, and other women for that matter, and now she so resembled a tigress at this point, beautiful yet deadly, and as any true woman she either loved or hated, "...I know that you can kill me easily o great queen but all that you've heard about the eldorado ladies restroom, with that large stage sized mirror rimmed with those theater lights, where below it are endless bottles of hand lotions, creams, perfumes, crayons, lipsticks, all rested neatly above a marble wash basin to matching pink walls, where again a bookshelf filled to the brim with books by "mills and boon" and babara cartland, together with an uncountable number of catalogs of shoes, clothes, and fashion brands to browse and purchase await, yes o great queen, it's all true, but that's only part of it, there's a free telephone, a television, and the computer to do msn chat on, a "sound around" stereo system to listen to other women like britney spears, madonna and bananarama, even a kitchen alcove to stew jam and bake cakes in, oh and a catflap to let ones favorite pet come and go as it pleases, and so so much more o great queen if you would just care to join me that is...", which was, more or less, the way the goblin wooed his wife he remembers now, knowing that one had to truly appreciate a woman's priorities before one could actually approach one here
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the goblin is thinking of this daylight moon one often sees at altitude with those strange padded clouds that seem some ever deceptive backdrop in the deathlike cold silence around one, broken only perhaps by a frantic mountain crow who, in passing over those ice covered peaks, never shares the goblin's wish to return to the warmth and security of the valley below, and yes the goblin knew well it's warning as it seemed to voice "...goblin, one's at death's door here, they don't return who enters now, where just your being here quickens your end too, and how the body pays its price for your courting death like this, so return now goblin as you don't belong with us yet...", at which point the goblin's mind raced back to the point where the headmistress had warned the class against the use of drugs, with her exact words in search of your inner man you ruin the outer one, but only now after all these year then could the goblin really reply with any clarity to her and that crow above, saying "...well, it seems that those things which do not somehow ruin the body hardly merit one's reason for living either, where mere "living" in itself was never the point of our being here now, and besides, this transient dailylife was never mine to keep anyway, so now I will descend to that safety of society below but these mountains are the gates of death with its infinite beyond, where just I wanted to flirt to with death a little longer while she bides her time for me..."
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the goblin is thinking of this daylight moon one often sees at altitude with those strange padded clouds that seem some ever deceptive backdrop in the deathlike cold silence around one, broken only perhaps by a frantic mountain crow who, in passing over those ice covered peaks, never shares the goblin's wish to return to the warmth and security of the valley below, and yes the goblin knew well it's warning as it seemed to voice "...goblin, one's at death's door here, they don't return who enters now, where just your being here quickens your end too, and how the body pays its price for your courting death like this, so return now goblin as you don't belong with us yet...", at which point the goblin's mind raced back to the point where the headmistress had warned the class against the use of drugs, with her exact words in search of your inner man you ruin the outer one, but only now after all these year then could the goblin really reply with any clarity to her and that crow above, saying "...well, it seems that those things which do not somehow ruin the body hardly merit one's reason for living either, where mere "living" in itself was never the point of our being here now, and besides, this transient dailylife was never mine to keep anyway, so now I will descend to that safety of society below but these mountains are the gates of death with its infinite beyond, where just I wanted to flirt to with death a little longer while she bides her time for me..."
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