horse storie

Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, 4 December 2007 - 11:32:03 - print it raw

Down by Msario’s and next to the S_dney Sign Compa_y, right under the high-tension power lines, is where they found the body of the horse and its rider. Equidae and the damage done, "death a shock," quipped a headline.

Electromagnetic fields organized into concentric circles, and a horse’s stride just long enough to bridge two. Neither the thin skin of the rider nor the relatively thicker, dirtier skin of the horse was enough to prevent the passage of charged particles. Paralysis of the respiratory and cardiovascular systems eventually coming as welcome relief from the burning skin and arteries newly choked by clots.

Take out your own eyes, horse — you kept your promises, we kept ours.

faith in the not-now

you held me so fucking tight

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