his promise

his promise

A Story by fleamailman

the goblin was feeling better, but he understood that life, as one gets older, shuns the elderly for being old, ugly, or whatever, thus the goblin knew too, that it was "all up to him now", in that if he had to become someone old in the end, someone treated like some iceberg by others, then like that iceberg there, only one part of him would remain visible as in his dailylife where that other larger part of him would be remain submerged upon forumland as something far more than either that man looking back from the there or any other of those dailylife binds could offer, so he simply repeated aloud "...you and I are what we create here, and my persona, my internet-self then, is going to be amazingly deep and real, I promise it, or I will die trying then, ah no, instead let's make it both of those aims here, for this is my journey to self for sure, which as such no doubt doubles up as my journey to death too I imagine..."


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Added on October 26, 2018
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fleamailman
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