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Dreadful updating. Terribly, terribly dreadful. My livejournal has been as full of updates as Edgar Allen Poe's short-stories are full of unabashed glee.
Ok, ok, the Pendulum may have been happy. I mean, if you were a pendulum, wouldn't you be happy to do the thing which you were made to do? Swinging gleefully back and forth, lowering slightly with every pass, gleaming dully in the dark of the pit? Heck, I would be. That's what being a pendulum is all about. At least, until you get messy. Then everything is wet and sticky, maybe even clotted with a few odds and ends. That part isn't so great, but if you're lucky a nice man with a low-hanging, velvet head-covering will wipe you clean.
No, this is not a description of sex. For Grendel's Sake, why must you always think I am talking about sex?
Did I have a point here? No, but if you remember after all these months, that is no deterrent to my inclination. Which is fancy-talk for "that never stopped me before!"
Ok, ok, the Pendulum may have been happy. I mean, if you were a pendulum, wouldn't you be happy to do the thing which you were made to do? Swinging gleefully back and forth, lowering slightly with every pass, gleaming dully in the dark of the pit? Heck, I would be. That's what being a pendulum is all about. At least, until you get messy. Then everything is wet and sticky, maybe even clotted with a few odds and ends. That part isn't so great, but if you're lucky a nice man with a low-hanging, velvet head-covering will wipe you clean.
No, this is not a description of sex. For Grendel's Sake, why must you always think I am talking about sex?
Did I have a point here? No, but if you remember after all these months, that is no deterrent to my inclination. Which is fancy-talk for "that never stopped me before!"