Originally Posted by FETCHER. (Post 1275328)

Are you high?

Originally Posted by anticipation (Post 1275520)

not enough.

Originally Posted by fleamailman (Post 1275216)

(once more seated between his coffee and his computer, slowly the goblin closes up his latest "today" and places it neatly into his past now as yet one more "today" in a line of so many "todays" stretching back to a point beyond his own memory even, where his mind, having a quick guess of how many memories he must now have by now memorized against some rough total of "todays" he has lived, feels cheated at how little he actually remembers of his long life, even if he tries to deflect the self-resentment with a quick retort like "...alright, but what does anyone owe their past anyway, and how can someone pay it back in kind now...", while outside, upon the cold wet street, as if to echo the goblin's pensive reflective mood inside himself, the morning's rain had just continued unbroken on through his "today" on up to this now late evening moment, until in the end, and upon giving up too, the goblin simply said "...well I guess we owe it to our past not to forget it, but how we do so easily forget our past where we don't strive to remember it..")

Originally Posted by fleamailman (Post 1275788)

(the goblin thanked the humans for their tokens of communication now, saying "...so you'll let me know if I'm being too interlectuall here won't you, it's just that I'm normally on a writer's forum, and adjusting to here takes some practice...")

the morning darkness, the goblin has a coffee as if waiting for the rain to stop though it won't, not for now at least, and work beckons him through it, so the goblin looks at a reflected light in a puddle below to gage the droplets against the need for an umbrella, chooses a book from the shelf for the bus journey, and readies himself making sure that he has switched off the lights, locked to doors and placed his brain firmly on standby, he steps out and is pelted numb, or who knows perhaps he was numb before that even, "...greetings o great temple of the moneygod, count me amongst your ranks then, for I do your bidding..." he says to the waiting unmoved metropolis as the scene closes tight upon him again

Originally Posted by fleamailman (Post 1275788)

(the goblin thanked the humans for their tokens of communication now, saying "...so you'll let me know if I'm being too interlectuall here won't you, it's just that I'm normally on a writer's forum, and adjusting to here takes some practice...")

the morning darkness, the goblin has a coffee as if waiting for the rain to stop though it won't, not for now at least, and work beckons him through it, so the goblin looks at a reflected light in a puddle below to gage the droplets against the need for an umbrella, chooses a book from the shelf for the bus journey, and readies himself making sure that he has switched off the lights, locked to doors and placed his brain firmly on standby, he steps out and is pelted numb, or who knows perhaps he was numb before that even, "...greetings o great temple of the moneygod, count me amongst your ranks then, for I do your bidding..." he says to the waiting unmoved metropolis as the scene closes tight upon him again

Originally Posted by FETCHER. (Post 1275590)

I'm actually scared to get really high just now, I nearly fainted 2 days ago when I was pretty damn high and it scared the **** out of me. Never even told my mate who I was with. I just sort of went blind and sat down before I fell down. Anyway, I don't think it was weed related and more so the heat of my friends tiny kitchen while I was cooking some pasta.

Originally Posted by Fluffy Kittens (Post 1275998)

I just went to post a letter. It is snowing and it looked nice so I took a picture:

http://i48.tinypic.com/2zyby9c.jpg

Forgot to put a stamp on the letter and I've already posted it :(