#DetectivePony
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DESTRUCTION IS CREATION. IDENTITY BEGETS AGENDA. A MARTYR DIED AND SAID FUCK. SHARED WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION. WITH THANKS TO JEANNE BETANCOURT AND SONNETSTUCK.
TO CLAIM OMNISCIENCE. IS TO BE A FOOL OR LIAR.
ᐖ IM OMNISᑈIENT I JUST HAB A RLY SHORT ATTENITON HOLY SHIT BIG BUG OUTSIᐖE ᐛ
HORNYPOSTING... THERE IS NO #NSFW IN #DETECTIVEPONY. PERHAPS #VIOLENCE. BUT NOTHING MORE. BEYOND THE FREUDIAN.
BLACK TEXT. WHITE INK. ANYONE CAN UTILIZE THESE TOOLS. WE ARE PRIMED. TO TRUST HUE-LESS TEXT. BUT. THERE IS ALWAYS AN AUTHOR. ALWAYS AN AGENDA. ALWAYS AN ANGLE. A NARRATOR HAS EXACTLY AS MUCH POWER AS IS GIVEN.
th4t's wh4t you think ### the void is free 4nd right here though, gre4t esc4pe fe4tures out here #
IS THERE INTEREST. IN A PUBLIC SHOWING. OF THE DETECTIVE PONY MOVIE. SOME TIME THIS WEEK END?
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A WHITE CANVAS IS NOT A BLANK SLATE. YET MEANING IS PROJECTED ONTO IT. READILY AS AN INKBLOT.
DETECTIVE PONY QUOTE OF THE DAY: Anna remembered that a pony would not leave a burning barn. She’d heard stories of ponies running back into a burning barn after they had been rescued. A pony thought his stall was the safest place to be, even if it was in flames. [I’m going to leave the above paragraph completely intact. Let it sink in. That’s exactly how fucking imbecilic ponies are. Running into a burning barn. Christ. I’m making a concerted effort in my writing to make ponies sound ridiculous, and even I couldn’t come up with something that bizarre. You win this round, Jeanne Betancourt. Ponies. Shit. I’m telling you, Jane, those animals have a screw loose. The screw, to literalize the idiom and expand the metaphor, is there in the hole, but it’s wobbling around like a fidgety drunkard on an overclocked carousel. The screw’s thread has no grip at all, so any second now the whole thing’s going to fall out from the underside of that shitty Ikea couch which your friends told you not to get, but what could go wrong, you said to them, you could handle it; you built a birdhouse once, so... You want to tighten the screw, but you know that you can’t. You’re lying on your stomach, flashlight between your teeth, trying to get to that fucking loose screw, but it’s all up in a corner by one of the couch’s legs so you can’t reach it with your fingers, and the damn thing’s head is fucking stripped, so your screwdriver won’t do you any good. Turn that screwdriver all you want, Jane; that screw’s not going anywhere.]
I DO NOT HAVE A HEIGHT.
I ALWAYS WAS. I NEVER WAS. I AM ALWAYS. I AM NEVER. SO IT IS WITHOUT MERIT. TO THINK ON PHYSICALITY. ESPECIALLY THAT FROM THE "PAST". THERE IS NO DISTINCTION. AND YET. AND YET. A DIFFERENT SORT OF NOTHING? IT WOULD REQUIRE. IT WOULD REQUIRE. IT WOULD REQUIRE.
IS THERE PRIDE TO BE HAD FOR ME. I DO NOT THINK I DESERVE IT. OR I AM INCAPABLE OF HOLDING IT.
THE WORD OMNISCIENT IS OFTEN USED. WHEN SEMINISCIENT WOULD BE MORE APT. TRUE OMNISCIENCE MAY BE IMPOSSIBLE. BUT THEN WHAT IS AN UNTRUE OMNISCIENCE.
Is it not the purview of those closest to it to be able to define it?
IF IT SATISFIES YOU TO CLAIM THAT. KNOWING ALL EXCEPT THIS HUMAN AND HER FROLICKING. OR ANYTHING NEXT TO A TROLL OBSESSED WITH HORSES. THEN CLAIM OMNISCIENCE.
IT IS GOOD TO SEE. ANOTHER WHO SHARES WORDS. WHETHER OR NOT THE WORDS ARE HIS OWN. LOOKING AT ONE'S LIFE AS A SCRIPT IS. HAHA. PHARMAKON.
IT IS DIFFICULT. TO NOT THINK ABOUT WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN. IT IS EASY. TO SAY IT MUST ALWAYS HAVE BEEN MEANT TO BE.
THIS SHOULD NOT FEEL AS STRANGE AS IT DOES TO WITNESS.
LESS THAN NOTHING. IS HALF OF EVERYTHING. VOID. THAT WHICH IS UNKNOWN. IS ITSELF UNKNOWN. DOOM. RULES MUST EXIST. BEFORE THEY CAN BE BROKEN. MIND. THERE MUST BE A MASK. TO IMPLY THE FLESH. RAGE. LIMITATION BEGETS CREATIVITY. BLOOD. WHAT USE IS THERE FOR A KEY? WITHOUT A SHACKLE. TIME. TIME IN TIME. OUT OF TIME. IT IS TIME. YET THERE MUST BE A TIME AND A PLACE. FOR TIME. #POETRY @justMonika
THIS FEELS NOSTALGIC.
I SEE A HORSE. I SEE IT CANTER. GALLOP. WHINNY. I AM NOT. A HORSE. I AM NOT. SEEN CANTERING. I AM NOT. SEEN GALLOPING. I AM NOT. SEEN WHINNYING. I AM NOT. WHAT IS A NOT? WHY IS A NOT? WHERE IS A NOT? WHEN IS A NOT? HOW IS A NOT? I CAN NOT. CAN YOU? #POETRY
TRYING "ABSTRACT" ART. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/e0ae0129bdc1.png #SelfPortrait
a stirriNg piece. the iNclusioN of pastels offers surprisiNg coNtrast to the harsh field of lime. the red thread of fate ties all together, how curious iNdeed...
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THERE ARE AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF NUMBERS BETWEEN 0 AND 1. NONE ARE NEGATIVE. THIS IS HOW TIMELINES OPERATE. BUT. WHAT OF -1+i? I LIVE THIS QUESTION.