i think
this world is a mess. honestly. these people prattling on about sill subjects everywhere. god, what is gossip, a plague? a disease? can you catch it? here, take my arm, inject me with the cure. want to stop it before it starts. things are definetly stirring up. a rebellion to dethrone the fool playing queen. doenst she know that she's only the ten of diamands. you aint the black b.itch honey, you aint no queen of spades. ooh, e.ccentri.c, rebellious thought, your ass get kicked by someone hmm? well, show me the telepathic equine and i'll show you a one way ticket to a psychiatric ward. bye bye baby, have a nice trip. who was it that poked the hornets nest. ah yes, this a.nathem.a character. never even met her. never met no one. not exactly the social type. not that anyone want to socialise with a loony but anywho...

i say
...i have nothing to say...

i do
russet colt let vent small sigh of frustration. forces beyond his control were tearing this world apart, and nobody had popcorn. for crying out loud, how do you watch a good movie without popcorn. you dont. stance shifted slightly as off hind curls up and relaxes. twin peaks shift constantly, flickering like a faulty radio halfway between signals, not sure which one to pick up, catching the multudinous sounds hailing from the sanded hell in which he lived. it wasnt that bad. at least things happaned, unlike h.awkmeado.w or r.avenglad.e, at least g.ullshor.e was up to its arse in action. stumpy banner swishes, wrapping round sinewy hinds afore tearing the blackened silken strands free to swat with reckless abadon over back, a personal vendetta being carried against the flying biters of the world. limber frame shifts again, this time into the staid four beat rhythm of the bored. still growing nails leave light indentations to mark his passage for those who wished to follow.