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Come. Come round the fire, children, for it is the time of the telling. You will listen and remember my words so that you may speak them to your children. In this way, we will never forget Eden.

Ah, Eden! Not a place, for we sit where our ancestors once did, but a time. A time before the grandmother of my mother's mother's mother. A time when there was no green in Metropolis. All was shiny metal and glass. The piles and skeletons were tall and whole then--they ran straight and true. A time when the magic liquid ran like water. They called it gold, but it was black, the wondrous oil.

The tales tell that in the time of Eden the metal turtles would dart about and even take to the skies. Carrying people all about—think where you want to be and they would take you there. It is said that some plowed the ground like the cowfalo does now. And some would go to other places much like Metropolis.

There was great plenty, for there was a huge building far away, larger than any of you can imagine. It was called China, and it turned oil into food and clothing and shelter. It is said magical devices were made that would allow me to talk to you from many blocks away. Yes, you would even be able to see me. The metal turtles would bring it all to Metropolis and the oil would make it work.

Imagine, children, all the people you know. Now imagine a hundred times that--a thousand, and still there were more people in Metropolis. Each moved like the ants to and fro feeding the metal turtles and the large boxes to live in and the small boxes that held the tales then. And no one was hungry. No one faced the howling storms without protection. The temperature was always pleasant, and no one worried for the wasting disease.

And over Metropolis, then as now, President ruled the people. And President appeased God so that the oil would continue to flow. It is told that God once lived very near Metropolis. But it is also told that God grew distant year after year and President would have to pray louder and louder for God to hear. Sometimes it seemed God didn't hear and even China would falter.

Then a President was born—we do not speak that name—this President was different. This President was proud and felt strong and learned. President gathered the people round and told them they did not need to pray to God. President did not need to pray to God. For President made many metal turtles--mighty and dangerous. There were great swarms of them that hovered and flew and swam and crawled. The people worried at all the oil President used, but President reassured them. With this great herd President would take all the oil from God. Eden would never be without oil.

And the people watched and cheered as the herd moved off, beyond China, to find God. And the people waited. Soon the oil stopped flowing. And the people waited. The metal turtles and the boxes great and small stopped working. President told the people to be strong. Soon they would have all the oil. And the people waited. And they went hungry, and they lacked shelter from the growing storms. And President told the people that suffering would bring them all they needed. And the people waited ...

And so, my children, Eden was lost. No one knows what became of the herd. A new President called out to God. All the people called out to God. But no oil flowed. And shining Metropolis crumbled and grew dull and green. And to this day we call out to God. Join me children, let us pray for oil.
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Come. Come round the fire, children, for it is the time of the telling. You will listen and remember my words so that you may speak them to your children. In this way, we will never forget Eden.

Ah, Eden! Not a place, for we sit where our ancestors once did, but a time. A time before the grandmother of my mother's mother's mother. A time when there was no green in Metropolis. All was shiny metal and glass. The piles and skeletons were tall and whole then--they ran straight and true. A time when the magic liquid ran like water. They called it gold, but it was black, the wondrous oil.

The tales tell that in the time of Eden the metal turtles would dart about and even take to the skies. Carrying people all about—think where you want to be and they would take you there. It is said that some plowed the ground like the cowfalo does now. And some would go to other places much like Metropolis.

There was great plenty, for there was a huge building far away, larger than any of you can imagine. It was called China, and it turned oil into food and clothing and shelter. It is said magical devices were made that would allow me to talk to you from many blocks away. Yes, you would even be able to see me. The metal turtles would bring it all to Metropolis and the oil would make it work.

Imagine, children, all the people you know. Now imagine a hundred times that--a thousand, and still there were more people in Metropolis. Each moved like the ants to and fro feeding the metal turtles and the large boxes to live in and the small boxes that held the tales then. And no one was hungry. No one faced the howling storms without protection. The temperature was always pleasant, and no one worried for the wasting disease.

And over Metropolis, then as now, President ruled the people. And President appeased God so that the oil would continue to flow. It is told that God once lived very near Metropolis. But it is also told that God grew distant year after year and President would have to pray louder and louder for God to hear. Sometimes it seemed God didn't hear and even China would falter.

Then a President was born—we do not speak that name—this President was different. This President was proud and felt strong and learned. President gathered the people round and told them they did not need to pray to God. President did not need to pray to God. For President made many metal turtles--mighty and dangerous. There were great swarms of them that hovered and flew and swam and crawled. The people worried at all the oil President used, but President reassured them. With this great herd President would take all the oil from God. Eden would never be without oil.

And the people watched and cheered as the herd moved off, beyond China, to find God. And the people waited. Soon the oil stopped flowing. And the people waited. The metal turtles and the boxes great and small stopped working. President told the people to be strong. Soon they would have all the oil. And the people waited. And they went hungry, and they lacked shelter from the growing storms. And President told the people that suffering would bring them all they needed. And the people waited ...

And so, my children, Eden was lost. No one knows what became of the herd. A new President called out to God. All the people called out to God. But no oil flowed. And shining Metropolis crumbled and grew dull and green. And to this day we call out to God. Join me children, let us pray for oil.
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OK, caution thrown to the wind, I'm joining [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol.
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OK, caution thrown to the wind, I'm joining [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol.
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So, I'm trying to decide if I'm going to participate in [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol. I'm not a particularly good blogger. I'm not even a writer really. So why enter a contest looking for the best blogger?

What I come up with pretty much is, it's a challenge. And it is. I've seen the level of the best contestants last time around. But it will affect you since I will be pimping this thing, cuz that's kinda part of the game--getting votes. And you don't get votes if nobody reads your stuff.

I'll just ambivalize a bit more.
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So, I'm trying to decide if I'm going to participate in [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol. I'm not a particularly good blogger. I'm not even a writer really. So why enter a contest looking for the best blogger?

What I come up with pretty much is, it's a challenge. And it is. I've seen the level of the best contestants last time around. But it will affect you since I will be pimping this thing, cuz that's kinda part of the game--getting votes. And you don't get votes if nobody reads your stuff.

I'll just ambivalize a bit more.

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