the last person to post here wins

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the goblin wished everyone an emotionally deep Halloween

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Yeah, happy Halloween to all my fellow members!!

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("...because I don't trust the memories I love to a failing memory..." ventured the goblin)

from the goblin's dear all diary, 30th January 1997

Dear all,
Christmas over Santa bows out and Geneva glistens in a deep frost of whatever minus-unbearable is, which is no problem to Alice and the dormouse is their persistent tenacious and determined attempt to drag hatter to the would have to be one "Winterfair" and is every problem to hatter in his forlorn attempt to tether them to the television, so resigned, buried in fabric and looking like "Scot of the Neathandical-age" he tells them to take him to their leader[footnote: he would have said "...lead on MacDuff..." but most readers are too old to, or too young wish to remember Shakespeare] to a couple of fast vanishing shapes which he somehow manages to catch up with at the very that they arrive to find everything closed, to which he just says "...lead on McDonalds..." where upon arrival he just buys off his wards with three "happy meals" with one that has a coffee instead of the toy(hatter's).
sin.,flea

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the goblin felt that if one looked hard enough at one life threw his coffee, one might see someone looking back, "...often the question is just how hard one wants to look a the picture here..." he ventured

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"...everyones who posts is a winner for a while..." thought the goblin, "...it's just that life continues so one has keep on winning not so much against the others here..." though the goblin admitted that that was fun at times too "...no, the real win is against the part of oneself that just wants to live life from day to day without looking, without forming an opinion, without whatever..." the goblin blurted out at himself since somehow he now believed that growing older had something to do with gaining depth at the expense of letting life's distractions go, yet the other question narked him too when he asked himself "...should I be living life for my old age then..."