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"Pornographic mermaid" makes perfect sense in the context that you were promising us mermaid sex if we wrote you some, and I haven't seen any yet, so it's obvious that you're still deviously crafting it.

But then, I've been woken up at a time that I do not prefer by a former tomcat with an existential crisis (the one that involves, "There's a very hot lady out there, and I have no balls, and anyway why are you locking me up so I can't see her? Huh?") so I suppose I'm sleep-depped enough to understand.
And he's still yowling out in the living room. I put him back out when the moshing got too bad.

If I can, I think I'm going to try to go back to sleep. Doubtful. But I just am tired enough. I hear the hummingbirds waking up; they're making their little metallic twap twap twap noises.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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