Post by Ari on May 19, 2007 9:30:36 GMT -5
(Sry that the post is so long everyone! I promise they won't be this long, and don't think you have to type this much. Only reason it's so long is because it's a premade post)
The sun was just rising over the fields, splashing everything with the event of pale colors, making all the vitals glitter with the morning dew that made everything look just so much more beautiful. Beautiful, and yet, devastating at the same time. Isn't that right, isn't that how life really is? It is beautiful, but with that beauty, it's a tragedy? Oh, who cares. All this philosophy is boring me. Lets move to something more action-packed, can we not? I mean, who would want to dwell on life like that, when all that is going to happen is that everyone is going to die at some point or another, so why dwell on what we cannot control when we all can think about the present, now, and what mischief we can manage to make today.
That's what I'm all about. The present, what is happening now. How can someone reside on the future, on the horridness of what might happen, when all we have to think about is how to rule our life now, how to get ourselves into trouble, because then, we can pilot our own future, and not let the idea of destiny seep into our minds. Okay, now I'm boring myself with all these jibber-jabber I'm talking about. Someone, please help me! Rip my mind out and feed it to the dogs, I don't care, just get me out of this scholar's state and to something more comely. Like a jester's suit or something.
I let my hooves carry my weight wherever they want to go. I don't care, I don't mind. I can take control at any time. I am my own person, and no one can tell me any differently. My lightened tail hit my lightened hindquarters viciously, trying to whip some marks on there, or kill the fly that has landed. I haven't figured out which one yet, my tail seems to want to become another Hitler, or it just wants to keep me from getting eaten up. The results should be coming in a few days.
My hooves finally stop in the meadow, where the vastness of the beauty took my breath away. Oh wait, that was just me holding my breath while entering. I didn't know that. Guess I was just kind of apprehensive about what I was coming into. Didn't know if I was coming into a bachelor band, a mare herd, or something even worse. Like a grave. I feel my bones clatter together as it shivers down my spinal cord at the thought of a graveyard. Just a usual reaction. You start talking about graves, you'd best believe you'll get that reaction.
My mane floats across my neck, landing and flying at every leap that is taken during a gallop. I stop suddenly, skidding to a halt as I come to a crik. I mean, creek. Dang, there comes out my southern accent. What southern accent? The one I picked up from this last herd I eavesdropped on. They were all hillbillies. I had to leave before my IQ dropped any lower. Yawning, I drop my head to grab a quick drink before bringing it back up. Looking around, I yawn. So boring here, nothing to do, what was I to do? Guess it was absolutely nothing. And nobody was going to help me. How sad...hey look! A butterfly!
The sun was just rising over the fields, splashing everything with the event of pale colors, making all the vitals glitter with the morning dew that made everything look just so much more beautiful. Beautiful, and yet, devastating at the same time. Isn't that right, isn't that how life really is? It is beautiful, but with that beauty, it's a tragedy? Oh, who cares. All this philosophy is boring me. Lets move to something more action-packed, can we not? I mean, who would want to dwell on life like that, when all that is going to happen is that everyone is going to die at some point or another, so why dwell on what we cannot control when we all can think about the present, now, and what mischief we can manage to make today.
That's what I'm all about. The present, what is happening now. How can someone reside on the future, on the horridness of what might happen, when all we have to think about is how to rule our life now, how to get ourselves into trouble, because then, we can pilot our own future, and not let the idea of destiny seep into our minds. Okay, now I'm boring myself with all these jibber-jabber I'm talking about. Someone, please help me! Rip my mind out and feed it to the dogs, I don't care, just get me out of this scholar's state and to something more comely. Like a jester's suit or something.
I let my hooves carry my weight wherever they want to go. I don't care, I don't mind. I can take control at any time. I am my own person, and no one can tell me any differently. My lightened tail hit my lightened hindquarters viciously, trying to whip some marks on there, or kill the fly that has landed. I haven't figured out which one yet, my tail seems to want to become another Hitler, or it just wants to keep me from getting eaten up. The results should be coming in a few days.
My hooves finally stop in the meadow, where the vastness of the beauty took my breath away. Oh wait, that was just me holding my breath while entering. I didn't know that. Guess I was just kind of apprehensive about what I was coming into. Didn't know if I was coming into a bachelor band, a mare herd, or something even worse. Like a grave. I feel my bones clatter together as it shivers down my spinal cord at the thought of a graveyard. Just a usual reaction. You start talking about graves, you'd best believe you'll get that reaction.
My mane floats across my neck, landing and flying at every leap that is taken during a gallop. I stop suddenly, skidding to a halt as I come to a crik. I mean, creek. Dang, there comes out my southern accent. What southern accent? The one I picked up from this last herd I eavesdropped on. They were all hillbillies. I had to leave before my IQ dropped any lower. Yawning, I drop my head to grab a quick drink before bringing it back up. Looking around, I yawn. So boring here, nothing to do, what was I to do? Guess it was absolutely nothing. And nobody was going to help me. How sad...hey look! A butterfly!