just why again

the goblin was always anonymous, so really whether he was liked, hated, or whatever then, didn't matter to that goblin persona he always portrayed himself as, so he just explained it, saying "...sooner or later, I am just haunted by those same three questions again, so goblin what have you actually written for all this posting then, and what has one learned from their replies and comments too and moreover, do you now know yourself better by what you have written...”, pausing for a moment, the goblin went back into the kitchen to make another coffee, just the dull workday's morning was his unavoidable encroaching reality now, so the goblin's only method of escape would be to cast his mind elsewhere since his family depended on his continued surrender to dailylife with its social trappings, even if all those were just so many compromises to dailylife on its terms for its rewards, no that much was unavoidably clear to the goblin by now, "...ah, but as strange as it may sound, my mind up to a point has a choice of being "aware", "unaware", "here", or "elsewhere", so, what if I could master this choice as something against that all too mundane reality of ours, while also slowly producing a stored body of posts somewhere that thwarts those three haunting questions each time, surely wouldn't that be reason enough to post on here..." concluded the goblin as the clock just ushered him on towards society's bidding once more, whereupon the goblin's mind retorted back to the clock "...lift anchor bosun, rig the mind to elsewhere, and steady as she daydreams now..."

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[PunctualSideways]

A piece of advice from the end of the world
in prose not like cotton or gossamer twirled
From people who've witnessed the end of all matter
With comments ridiculous, as mad as a hatter

With delight I spy a fellow madman
Using prose as only the mad can
With uncommon words, like social trappings
I've gotten my young old fingers tapping
A word for the wise, though - punctuation
The lack of such causes agitation
Perhaps even to capitalize
Would make the story greater in most's eyes

Unfortunately now I must away
This is already the third today
I have a limit and it approaches
The sound of darkness, it encroaches

Leave me alone, why don't you. I thought I ditched you back in the erotic poetry section, o̷̡͝l͏̵̧d͡͏͢ ̸̸̀f̕͟r̀͢ì̛͟͟ę̵̶̢͟ņ͠d̵̵͠͞.