the last person the person here wins

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on a day slightly different from others, the sun almost burns ones back from its brightness, and yet, the passing view from this village minibus is of a winter's cold frost here, where the goblin too,calmly holds on his lap his workday rucksack containing the plastic urn of what was his mother, and where the feeling is serene enough, surreal in its oddness even, with that same old slideshow of passing scenery without coupled with memories from within, where together they idled away the goblin's time aimlessly enough, "...first exeter bus terminal, a quick snack, and then that long leg down to london, then finding some cheap undemanding hotel in an old haunt, and then..., ..." but the goblin broke off form wording it now as if knowing that it wasn't really like him to think things through beyond their planning side, besides, his expectations were ever "well whatever happens, happens then", continuing "...and tomorrow, it's on down to felixstowe, that beach, and her sea once more, well perhaps it'll be our sea till I sprinkle her into it, then it's just my sea after that I suppose, so "so long" mum, you were ever restless during your lifetime, guess there's no point in my uttering "rest in peace" now, but would "so long then" do as some passing note between us...", but the goblin never did know how long that "long" actually was, nor how long it would be either, where no doubt that sea would seem an ocean of tears at the time

Doesn't even know her own party emblem.....

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KK wrote:

Angelica wrote:

Doesn't even know her own party emblem.....

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ah just like sarah. a politician who is willing to be bipartisan

I bet she's willing to do just about anything

I bet she's willing to do just about anything[/quote]

even me?

wtf?

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That's actually one of my fears, is being eaten alive by my toilet.....Or a snake crawling out of it, and biting me on the ass. (As long as that's all it does around my anal area

"...do I have any fears any-more..." wonders Jats staring at the empty slot now "...certainly no fear of critters here in the UK though we are on the verge of re-introducing wolves in the north, much misunderstood creatures that maybe my ancestors may encounter then, though the fear is ingrained, deep inside, and I was reminded of it at the end of the summer when walking through a flower border and I heard a rattle at my feet instinctively flinching and backing away from it, only to look down to see my boot had brushed a dried up poppy head who's seeds rattled like a snakes warning. I chuckled at my body's reaction that even though there had not been venomous snakes here for hundreds of thousands of years it had remembered, so yes I am sure I have fears then, locked deep inside..."

am i the last ?

"....the last to post? Well certainly not here, or my last fear? Oh such arrogance my dear you do display..." Jats laughs "... like I said I have no fears, not on forum land anyway, though one always remains for JATS..." a repost to be wasted then here now, perhaps...

"...I'm sitting here thinking of those first times I held my boys in my arms, holding them, one by one, in their blanket close to my chest, to feel my heart, and taking them to the window, to show them the sun or the stars, to see the world for the first time through those beautiful big blue eyes. Reaching in for that tiny hand that held on to mine, and gripped so tightly, that reflex, it's just that, the Darwinian they say, but you know it's more than that, as all those feelings surge through you, the joy, the fear, oh the fear, of harm, or worse, coming their way, even though they have just said ' everything's fine, it's all ok' you know it could be tomorrow, next week, any day, it's fleeting, it's paralysing, that crippling fear, pushed away, and so you take that joy, feel that surge, nothing will ever take that away, and just hope and pray, and simply say 'Here it is, the big bad world, don't worry son, I will always be around, to hold your hand' come what may..."

Jats wrote:

a repost here then...

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That's actually one of my fears, is being eaten alive by my toilet.....Or a snake crawling out of it, and biting me on the ass. (As long as that's all it does around my anal area

"...do I have any fears any-more..." wonders Jats staring at the empty slot now "...certainly no fear of critters here in the UK though we are on the verge of re-introducing wolves in the north, much misunderstood creatures that maybe my ancestors may encounter then, though the fear is ingrained, deep inside, and I was reminded of it at the end of the summer when walking through a flower border and I heard a rattle at my feet instinctively flinching and backing away from it, only to look down to see my boot had brushed a dried up poppy head who's seeds rattled like a snakes warning. I chuckled at my body's reaction that even though there had not been venomous snakes here for hundreds of thousands of years it had remembered, so yes I am sure I have fears then, locked deep inside..."

one of my friends always refers to his dark side, or baggage, as "snakes in my head"

("...great post, astute reply, love these threads..." went the goblin)

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It seems like people are greedy and think of themselves more now than they used to. The politicians are corrupt and so is Wall Street. We were led into war by misinformation. People gave out false information to obtain home loans, etc, that is why they lost their homes. They could not afford them. What happened to honesty? Is it vanishing? Did we used to think people were honest who were not? Is character an issue anymore and is it taught in school?

and then, as if to spoil it, the goblin showed, saying "...well, the world of adults is lying is it not anyway, trouble is that is it slowly spirals out of hand in its continuation, for today has no american dream now, nor job for life either, so people have merely become a product of a harsh reality, simply every man for himself then, compete with others and expect nothing less than to be lied to, and the need to lie back in return, for these are our "fall of empire" times are they not...", and yes, the decline is well masked, and still the fanfare continues all around too, but few see an upheaval coming until it is upon them, because the world of adults is one of lies, and of our clinging to those secure lies that we ourselves so much want to hear

arrogant. I guess I am. and i'm also last again

I'll humbly admit - I'm arrogant too

c/thru wrote:

I'll humbly admit - I'm arrogant too

but you're cute so you can get away with it

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Do you have a Christmas wish list?

"...alas, not a list but I have a wish then, that just perhaps now, and even just once too, if I could have a dream, and within that dream to suddenly find myself reliving some christmas day as a child once more, and in that dream too, just to be able to say "thank you" to all of them there, and have again those childhood senses of sight smell touch and sound that are so dulled in my adulthood today, and where too, all these adult calculations towards consequences could just melt away to some total childlike elation that just being part of my whole family again on a carefree christmas day that is..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...so now, if you ask me what I want for christmas, I would wish to emulate their benchmark then, because I can't go back to say "thank you" in person. oh but if I could now..., ..."

I think I understand your sentiment


not trying to be maliciously contrary but I think I like some of my adult Holiday memories better
because I can actually remember them in more detail and probably was able to even notice more details
and nuances of the experiences as they happened

Madison wrote:

I think I understand your sentiment


not trying to be maliciously contrary but I think I like some of my adult Holiday memories better
because I can actually remember them in more detail and probably was able to even notice more details
and nuances of the experiences as they happened

i'm lucky to have been blessed with a photographic memory. and i remember everything. even details of stuff from a ridiculously young age. So i do have very vivid, detailed memories of christmas as a child. the memories actualy are able to stir up the excitement i used to feel

[footnote; in fact, lady dragon snipe wanted to write TL;CD as in "too long, can't read" but she always had trouble with spelling those four letter words then]

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"...actually, I remember a lot more when making a point to remember the past, than when I don't test my memory at all..." mentioned the goblin, adding "...though admittedly whatever I actually did at some point past has no meaning in my today here, just that I had let my memories be for too long, and yet, when I address my past objectively then, other memories that had forgot return, but however much I remember the past, it still means nothing to someone else and is of no consequence to myself...", just that there seemed an innocence in ones childhood, carried on through ones youth onto early adulthood and beyond, summed up in the term the path of least resistance towards dailylife, here, where one just repeats the same thing week after week, all through all those years and changing seasons, so the goblin just laughed, saying "...amazing isn't it, one dreams of adventure here, but everyone actually prefers this little "nine to five" dailylife of theirs, with its security and creature comforts against the big unknown and our fear of death perhaps, simply we all shelve the big adventure for some other moment to come..."