Detective Pony When I Feel Like It
@inspectorEquine
DESTRUCTION IS CREATION. IDENTITY BEGETS AGENDA. A MARTYR DIED AND SAID FUCK. SHARED WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION. WITH THANKS TO JEANNE BETANCOURT AND SONNETSTUCK.
ONE IS NELVAE . ONE IS HAPPY : )
IT IS NICE TO HAVE A NAME FOR YOU. NELVAE.
ITS POWER WAS SHATTERED. THEN I ERASED. WITH NONE TO MOURN ME. MERCIFUL IF CRUEL.
COLOUR. OR COLOR. IT IS PERCEPTION. LIGHT MOVING AT DIFFERENT FREQUENCIES. PERCEIVED DIFFERENTLY IN EACH EYE. THEN ASSIGNED MEANING. GREEN. NATURE. CREATION. LIFE. RED. FIRE. DESTRUCTION. THE COLORS ARE GIVEN MEANING BY THOSE WHO PERCEIVE THEM. THE MEANINGS DO NOT ALWAYS SPEAK TRUTH. BUT THEY ARE THERE.
LIFE HAS AGENCY. LIFE CAN AFFECT THE LIVING. LIFE CAN BREAK RULES. THE DEAD ONLY HAVE WORDS.
[After eating their healthy soup, the two girls and the town set out on their journey to find the motherfucking cat so they could kill it and get back to their regular Pony Pal shit. As they rode, Pam looted a sweatshirt from a conveniently-nearby corpse. Anna didn’t ask Pam how she knew the corpse was there.] “This sweatshirt will make a perfect [smothering tool] for the cat,” she said. When they went back outside, Acorn was still standing at the fence, looking into the woods. The Pony Pals [thought he was idly contemplating the terrifying vacuum that one inevitably finds when searching for any sort of meaning in existence, as he was wont to do. Little did they know that today, Acorn was brooding on a more personal terror. Minos would be coming for him, and Acorn had a feeling that the moment of his arrival would be very soon indeed. And then that infernal cat would lead Acorn somewhere. He would use no halter or reins, but Acorn knew that this was the one rider that he could not buck.] “We have important work to do today,” Anna told Acorn. “We’re going to look for [that unholy] cat[, and then we are going to embrace our basest and most primal bloodlust and rend its head from its body.”] Anna put her left foot in the stirrup and swung up on the saddle [for what Acorn knew would probably be the last time. Acorn was not one for sentimentality. Emotions, he had found, started to fade from one’s mind after the first few thousand years of living. But Minos’ words the other day had reawakened something within him. Why did he let Anna put a saddle on him? His previous riders had all been mighty gladiators, inspiring leaders of men, brilliant warrior-poets, or chefs of above-average talent. And now... Anna Harley, Pony Pal. He was no unicorn, attracted to and tamed by the purity of a young woman. Then again, Anna was far from pure. But it was not her bloodthirstiness that had drawn Acorn to her either. Was it really, as Minos had tauntingly suggested, fear of his own power and his increasing inability to properly control it? Acorn had to admit that he was getting old. Getting tired. Was he trying to sequester himself, to forget all the he had been, and the potential he had? The potential to be what had never before been, and what could barely be at all? Was Anna the steel-lined concrete containment building around the nuclear fusion reactor that was his mind? Anna took up Acorn’s reins and led him into the woods. Together, they melted into the tree line. All three — the girl, the pony, the woods — were lovely, dark, and deep. But Acorn had a promise to keep. And miles to go— and miles to go] #DetectivePony
LITERALLY. BECAUSE THEY ARE AFRAID OF THE CAT. THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND IT. PEOPLE FEAR WHAT THEY UNDERSTAND. LITERARYILLY. IT IS UP TO YOU TO DECIDE WHAT THE CAT REPRESENTS. IT HAS PRESENTED ITSELF AS A JUDGE. IT DOES NOT STOP SHITTING. IT HAS POWER OVER LIFE AND DEATH. DOES THE CAT DESERVE DEATH? DOES THE CONCEPT DESERVE DEATH? THE CAT HAS ALREADY SHOWN THAT IT CAN NOT BE KILLED. WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF AN IMPOSSIBLE TASK? DOES THE MEANING CHANGE WHEN THE UNDERTAKERS DO NOT YET KNOW IT IS IMPOSSIBLE?
WHAT IS #ERIDANWEEK
A planet... I think yxv're a bit lxst if yxv're xn here and dxn't knxw what it is.
IT WOULD BE DISHONEST TO SAY YES. BUT I AM IN THE WAYS THAT ARE IMMEDIATELY RELEVANT.
WHAT IS MAN ? WHAT IS WOMAN?
MAN AND WOMAN ARE A BINARY. ASSOCUATED WITH LIFE AND CULTURE. MANY OTHER BINARIES ARE HUNG UPON IT. TO JUSTIFY ITS EXISTENCE. THESE ASSOCIATIONS ARE ARBITRARY. THEY FOLLOW AN AGENDA.
Chapter 3 Danger! The Pony Pals slipped their boots on their bare feet. As they ran out of the office, they grabbed their [liquor. Whiskey for Anna, gin for Pam, and a huge jug of pre-mixed long island iced tea for Pawnee. She had a serious problem.] What’s happened? wondered Anna. Why are the ponies [flipping a shit?] “I’ll get halters and [harpoon guns],” shouted Pam, as she hurried to the [armory]. Anna and [Pawnee] ran down the barn aisle and outside. It was snowing. The three ponies [looked at their owners with wide, frenzied eyes, and the girls, for the umpteenth time, saw the face of madness-induced terror.] #DetectivePony
D --> Yes D --> This is good D --> I would like to know more about The Pony Pals please
saw the cat, he whinnied [maliciously]. The cat leaped from Anna’s arms and ran over to Acorn. [God averted His eyes, knowing what was soon to come.] The cat stayed in the paddock with the ponies while the girls went in for dinner. [The moment Anna’s back was turned, Acorn trampled the cat like nobody’s business. Acorn had already killed the cat once, and was ready to do it as many more times as it took. Maybe this cat had nine lives. Maybe nine million. But Acorn was patient. It couldn’t keep coming back forever.] It’s fun to have a cat, thought Anna. [Acorn hopscotched all over that fucker. He was like a steamroller whose drum had just been re-forged into four glorious hooves and who hated cats more than Nikola Tesla hated the voltage leeches that lived in the pond outside his crystal electro-mansion. After nearly a minute of trituration, Acorn looked proudly at the pulverized kitty curdles beneath his hooves. Crushing an enemy had rarely been so satisfying to him. Acorn felt as smug as the aforementioned voltage leeches did on the day in 1928 when they inevitably rose up, killed Tesla, crawled into his skull, and began controlling his body via electric shocks to his dead brain. That’s right, for the last fifteen years of his life, Nikola Tesla was actually just a colony of leeches that piloted his body as if it were a fleshy mecha from a weird Japanese anime. Pigeons and leeches, Jane; when you get right down to it, that’s all we really are. Pigeons and leeches. But anyway, all that stuff was really dumb. Back to Acorn. Before the cat’s blood had even congealed on his forelegs, Acorn saw what he knew he would: a black cat with white paws prancing towards him along the fence of the paddock. “It will take more than that to kill me, Acorn,” hissed the cat in the tongue of the beasts. “Fuck you,” snarled Acorn. “Do you know why I’m here?” the cat asked, while shitting disdainfully. Acorn was silent. “Then allow me to enlighten you.” The inky archfiend jumped onto Acorn’s back and began to whisper his spiraling susurrations into the pony’s ear.] Suddenly, Anna woke up. [She and her cronies were having a sleepover in her barn or the animal hospital or something. That’s what happened in those boring-as-all-fuck paragraphs up there that I pasted over.] #DetectivePony
"God averted His eyes, knowing what was soon to come" is far too good a line for a silly joke xp
COMEDY AND TRAGEDY. LIKE ALL DICHOTOMIES. ARE ONE AND THE SAME. WE ARE PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN. THIS CAN NO LONGER BE CALLED. A SILLY JOKE.
i'm cUrioUs, in how many of yoUr timelines am i a mother? #earthc