Unlikely Blog Subject
Me in a prior life.
Until one of you writes and tells me what that would be for you, unlikely, since that requires effort, I can write what I want. What a joy. I could subject you to a Pandoric sentence, but I’m quite sure you’re not ready for it. Soon my doves, soon.
I am no respecter of race, religion, gender, or modern media. Let me just say history would have liked to wait a little longer for that particular ‘achievement’. Alas, not even I could stop it. You might even call me a victim, since I am resorting to it, helplessly, against my will and desert. The parameters of fiction prevent me from lighting it across the world in flames, a real devil would have found his way in by now. I am smiling.
My current name is Pandor, for the impression it gives. I have as many names as you give me, and a few I make up myself. I’m sure you remember Pretentious Dick, one of my favourites. Like every god I have favourites in almost any category you can think of. Unlike most I don’t place myself at the top of the list. Ask me what my favourite thing in the world is, I will pick a tree. Any tree. Then will come the love of my existence, Aela, who is the most important thing in my life.
She’s all kinds of trouble coming, cliché intended, no chance to see it before it becomes your problem. My problem. Mother of Snakes, she’s too much for me and my finest minions. (Did you enjoy that as much as I did?) How the hell does that happen? Let me put it pretentiously.
One would think one had complete control over the nature of occupancy in one’s own mind. Or, Egads! Who could think such a dastardly thing?! Oooh double punctuation there, sexy. What about, Nonsense, such a thing is impossible! The Laws of Nature forbid it! (Hard not to laugh.) Can you call an exorcist for the devil? Bring me a priest that can take her out of my head. I will Pope him, and let him live.
What is the nature of slavery?
Think of my scribe, typing this, she is my slave, without question. I have many slaves, useless wretches who deserve to suffer for some reason or other. Never mind that, I’m talking about ME. I am toying with the idea of, possibly considering, as improbable as it is, as unlikely, there is just the slightest suggestion, nothing solid mind you, the hint of the idea of, the remote possibility that is yet all too possible, that I may have somehow, no, Aela may have somehow found her way in and, perhaps, if I admitted of it, you see I can’t even frame it in words but hopefully you have been understanding my meaning and I will not have to spell it out for you, nor could I, since my scribe has limits in these regards, I feel her protesting at this unexpected, unwarranted, unsomething-else, miniature version of a Pandoric Sentence, but of course we cannot call it such, since that will panic her and you and anyone unfortunate enough to be overtaken and driven under by this sentence, as I was by the woman, until my wits left and my words chose for themselves and I could utter nothing but nonsense at which they reminded me that LOVE is still my curse and I will never be able to forget her by writing blogs and pretending things are not what they are, so that at some point I will remember and it will frighten me into silence, or not, it depends how and when you look at it, and here I would point out that a true Pandoric sentence would have- other, &, @, {=} sexy punctuation, as well as sometrulyannoyingrandombitswherenospacesareusedandyouareforcedtoreadinthemedievalmannerandthehardwaregetsdisturbedandthingsliketinybabyA/Icanhavefunfiguring&*itout13, though I assure you it is so simple to read, (as long as you have no need of breaks), since these sentencii can be hard on some, lacking as they do a core subject and being largely a means of annoying you, you might ask yourselves what you have done to deserve it, or you may wonder when it will end, are you tired, is the question I would ask you, if I cared, perhaps this is boring you, I invite you to bail, I am not fond of pussies, and thus you will never know if I did in fact say something interesting, and you might look back in curiosity and I would reward that with words like dick, sex, fuck, anything, violence, blood spilling for good reasons, or not, a knife, a sword with a name, oh, no, I could never do something that stupid, swords with names are for fairy tales, if you like that sort of thing, fuck off, Hell hath no need of thee, my book and blogs will have words that are too hard for you, run away little creature, before the Devil steps on you.
“Entropy” Nigel Stanford While you read the blog. Go back and do it right this time. Trust me, it will help.