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[Anonymous No.14544169]

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[Anonymous No.14544175]

>thot goes for a ride in the woods
>gets raped and brutally murdered
>thot patrolled
>everyone is happy

[Anonymous No.14544178]

>>14544169
After being ravaged by my stallion, I dressed in my Puritan garb, mounted it, and returned to civilization to be hailed as a queen.

[Anonymous No.14544219]

>>14544169
Looooooong man woman man woman man woman ? man woman MAN. Why the short feet? So you ever be looking at a horse and thinking "hey they do be looking like crabs huh! that schizo was right". Yeah, yeah I'm thinking it's right. LOOK at the legs. Normal legs do NOT curve around the fabric of space-time, conclusion: strange legs(plural). Crabs also have strange legs(watch out, bigger plural this time), they go sideways like a travelator when you're facing sideways. What came first, the airport travelator or the crab? They do say nature inspires the most efficient design. Why do crustaceans not have the right to file patents? How about God? Where does god file his patents? Does god file the patents on behalf of the crabs because he created them, or does he let the crabs do it because it was the crabs that used their free spirit to figure out the atomic funky moves? Never mind. Crab leg strange horse leg strange. Horse is Crab. If you ever break your leg and it bend like wrong, you are crab - ah to be cleared of eternal sin. Crabs have no sin, break your leg.

[Anonymous No.14544914]

>>14544175
quality

[Anonymous No.14545573]

>>14544169
"MEN could be here" she thought, "I've never been in this forest before. There could be Men anywhere." The scent of Spring found its way up the suffragette's withered bosom. "I HATE MEN" she thought. The isolation of the woods provided her the false sense of freedom she'd always listed after, choosing an Epicurean lifestyle instead of taking the role of a responsible matron, even in her glaringly advanced age. "With a cunt you can get anything you wanted" she snickered to herself.

[Anonymous No.14545596]

>>14544169
We were somewhere around Essex on the edge of the forest when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should steer. . . .” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carriage, which was going about forty miles an hour to London. And a voice was screaming: “Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?”

Then it was quiet again. My solicitor had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. “What the hell are you yelling about?” he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish cordobest. “Never mind,” I said. “It’s your turn to steer.” I pulled the reignes and aimed the Great Blonde Beast toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.

[Anonymous No.14545680]

>>14545596
I got immersed. You got talent.

[Anonymous No.14545696]

>>14545573
Based.

[Anonymous No.14545755]

The lord of the land, the land of welcome. With the horse born from the land walking to the new land where new trees grows and the wind blows.

"The king", the lord says
"The king of the land it is"
"King, I offer you my companion with great pleasure "

Together they have builded a new land, from spring to winter, the birds sings and some place stinks.

Look by the Lord the paint he sees, besides the tree it is. What is this?

"The world it is"

[Anonymous No.14546148]

>>14544169
As his freshly stolen horse wound its way through the trees, William became increasingly certain that what he'd smoked that morning was not weed

[Anonymous No.14546222]

>>14544219
Pretty cringe bro

[Anonymous No.14546269]

>>14544169
>“Sabrina!” he calls out in his dream. She begins to be able to slow her spin as Shawn gets closer. Shawn is surprised when he comes up to her and witnesses her spitting out semen from her mouth. The semen comes out in small amounts at first but starts to dramatically increase in volume over time, turning Sabrina into a cum sprinkler head protruding out of the grassy field to water the grass and flowers with his seed. Shawn’s eyes are of shock. In contrast, Sabrina’s eyes are virtually emotionless. Shawn’s sister falls to the ground, lying down in the flowers and grass. Shawn jumps down beside her and grabs her in his arms. “Sabrina!” Her eyes are closed. “Sabrina!” Shawn calls out again.

>Shawn suddenly wakes up in a flash. He sees himself in bed with Sabrina, in the guestroom bed, and outside it is still dark. He feels a wetness around his stomach area. Oh shit! He thinks as he pulls back the covers from both of them. Sabrina is still sleeping, but his thoughts are just as he feared. Sabrina is covered in his cum, and there is some around his cock as well.

>Somehow Shawn’s boxers had slipped down, too, during his sleeping and dreaming, thus leaving his cock out in the open. He had a wet dream while cuddling in sleep with his naked little sister. Shawn looks down to see his cum all over her stomach and even around the area between her legs. Oh shit! This is not good! He says to himself. However, his fear isn’t about her getting pregnant, as she is far too young, but that it happened at all. Oh, God.

>Shawn gets up and runs to the bathroom in the guestroom as fast but quietly as he can. He pulls out some tissue paper from the dispenser and first wipes off the cum on his own cock before getting another wad of tissues to take back to Sabrina.

[Anonymous No.14546371]

>>14546269
Pasta already?!

[Anonymous No.14546378]

>>14544169
>The girl was riding through the trees and the air was between her.

[Anonymous No.14546398]

>>14544169
>Multiverses overlapping

[Anonymous No.14546406]

>>14544169
The conqueror of perspective rides home victorious,
having pushed back ground after ground
for his forefathers on the hunt over an abstract pheasant,
an intangible fox

[Anonymous No.14546410]

I couldn't believe what I saw. I still do not. It defies all reason to believe that I could see my mother, who had been long dead, riding through the forest on a tan colored horse. She and her horse bizarrely phasing onto and off of trees as if she were painted onto them, at once a painting and an apparation coming to life and then death over and over on the trunk of those trees before my eyes. She did not look at me as she traveled on and I have never seen her since.

[Anonymous No.14546421]

>>14546406
The first two lines are good, try starting again from there and making it longer

[Anonymous No.14546444]

>>14544169

Hegel is right about everything.

[Anonymous No.14546454]

...and in it marched what couldn't possibly have existed outside, rider and steed patrolling the vast territories of their lord; a clop and another, a whiff and a wheeze; the scratched bark of the giant by the lake, the wandering reveries of a shoemaker; grass trampled that could not be eaten; the rustling of the trees and smell of pinecones in the air; the succulent dew in the morn, constant reajustments of the saddle; another step on a fallen branch; the eerieness of a night soon approaching; the constant search for light. Riders one through ten and horses two through eleven, and news from boss about animals in the woods; the uniform of the house of their lord.

ducks influenced yeah yeah

[Anonymous No.14546465]

>>14546421
thanks friend. I'll try again tomorrow

[Anonymous No.14546488]

>>14544219
This was my first instinct as well

[Anonymous No.14546491]

>>14545680
That's the opening to "Fear and Loathing", anon. Sounds like you've got a book to read.

[Anonymous No.14546506]

>>14546406
I like the whole thing. It's understated.

>>14544169
I found myself thinking again of tree lady's fat fucking face. Sitting there at a right angle to reality, judging judging judging. I liked to imagine her using the quirt in her hand beating something. What it was that she was beating was always just out of frame-- me, the horse, the tree, the laws of perspective, I was unsure.

She thought she was inspiring something in me, confusion, astonishment. Thought she was making me question myself. All she inspired was disgust. Fat fucking cow. Riding her horse at me. Forcing herself on me. On my eyes. Trying to get one over one me, she was. Dupe me. Scramble my visual cortex. Uncalled for. What have I ever done to her? Why wouldn't she just go away? Why wouldn't she just ride out of that tree, back into normal space?

That's what it was, I suppose. I felt threatened. I always feel threatened. Riding crop. Horse. Posh clothes. Bitch.

[Anonymous No.14546987]

>>14544219
>Horse is Crab

[Anonymous No.14547010]

>>14546406
i really like this

[Anonymous No.14547027]

>>14547010
thanks lori

[Anonymous No.14547140]

>>14545573
you forgot "ot loud" thats the best part, otherwise based

[Anonymous No.14547265]

>quartet in iambic pentameter

Through woods of emerald green a jaded lass
Austerely garbed in gray attire goes by
The ancient forest breaks like stained glass
Her likeness in the fragments multiply

[Anonymous No.14547378]

>>14547265
nice

[Anonymous No.14547423]

>>14544219
I like this

[Anonymous No.14547466]

>>14547378
>>14547423
Thanks! I’m ESL and I’m practicing writing in English.

[Anonymous No.14547469]

>>14547378
Thanks! I’m ESL and I’m practicing writing in English.

[Anonymous No.14547484]

>>14547265
Nice

[Anonymous No.14547500]

After my psychiatrist's appointment I sit at a bench in a garden, I light a cigarette. A faggot dressed in pink Valentino overcoat on a horse comes out of the the trees. This nigger even has a stupid matching hat on. I'm extremely disturbed by it and immediately drop my bottle of Perrier and sprint away.

[Anonymous No.14547667]

>>14544169
fun fact, the video game kentucky route zero was influenced by this picture

[Anonymous No.14548620]

Marien White, the Lady Rider
folkloric figure
first attested: 1932
origin: driven mad by Cubist and Surrealist exhibitions, her health deteriorated. One summer morning she went riding alone into Pertrey forest and never came back. Locals say you can still see her there, riding between planes.

[Anonymous No.14548657]

>>14544169
I'm sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea.
Cause I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me.
On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard!
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore.
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on.

I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory.
Some happy, some sad;
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had.
We lived happily forever, so the story goes,
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold.
But we'll try best that we can to carry on.

A gathering of angels appeared above my head.
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said,
They said: "come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me now
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me now
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me"

I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
We climbed aboard their starship, we headed for the skies!
Singing "come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me now
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away, come sail away"