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Date Posted: 14:20:16 10/07/02 Mon
Terror walked into the sky one day. It wasn't on purpose, no, but it happened anyway. That day, the yellow light was flickering, and I believe the heating had broken. For it drew cold and gray. Then, it flickered....and sparks flew. Followed by a flash! Spark! Snuck into the gray area. And the elevator of glass had stopped upon the territory she resided in. It was an infinite place of the utmost dreariest complexion (She had fired her interior decorator the week before.). And she, grabbed a hold of her son and daughter, Kamani and Mirenita, by the hoofed hand. It was a hoofed hand, I swear. And it took hold of theirs. By erm...by the claw...by the hand...by something of something....or something. "Come," she cried, as she snuck them from their holding pens. "Don't waste a moment..." The sky, she had walked into was big...angry. And for some reason it felt like growling at her. Grrrrrr.... And she didn't like that much. Terror was mad, somewhat. She wanted to leave. She wanted to go. She wanted some help...and leave the sky. Leave the ugly gray sky. And she wanted the ugly gray sky to leave her alone. Where had the pretty yellow heater gone? It was there the day before. With blues and golds so shinny. Today was different. And there was nothing unchanged. She felt danger, danger that she could not handle alone. Danger that she needed to cure, to understand somehow in some sense other than what it was. She wanted to free her son. It was him that the sky, the ugly sky, wanted. But why? Nevermind, now she must find some sort of help for him, for him. "Mirenita, go fetch Daddy." The mare commanded as she waved off the younger mare, her daughter. Yes, this was not a good thing. She needed to go. Running, was that an option? The sky knew where she was. It could feel her, touch her. Terror walked into the sky one day. It wasn't on purpose, no, but it happened anyway. That day, the yellow light was flickering, and I believe the heating had broken. For it drew cold and gray. Then, it flickered....and sparks flew. Followed by a flash! Spark! Snuck into the gray area. And the elevator of glass had stopped upon the territory she resided in. It was an infinite place of the utmost dreariest complexion (She had fired her interior decorator the week before.). And she, grabbed a hold of her son and daughter, Kamani and Mirenita, by the hoofed hand. It was a hoofed hand, I swear. And it took hold of theirs. By erm...by the claw...by the hand...by something of something....or something. "Come," she cried, as she snuck them from their holding pens. "Don't waste a moment..." The sky, she had walked into was big...angry. And for some reason it felt like growling at her. Grrrrrr.... And she didn't like that much. Terror was mad, somewhat. She wanted to leave. She wanted to go. She wanted some help...and leave the sky. Leave the ugly gray sky. And she wanted the ugly gray sky to leave her alone. Where had the pretty yellow heater gone? It was there the day before. With blues and golds so shinny. Today was different. And there was nothing unchanged. She felt danger, danger that she could not handle alone. Danger that she needed to cure, to understand somehow in some sense other than what it was. She wanted to free her son. It was him that the sky, the ugly sky, wanted. But why? Nevermind, now she must find some sort of help for him, for him. "Mirenita, go fetch Daddy." The mare commanded as she waved off the younger mare, her daughter. Yes, this was not a good thing. She needed to go. Running, was that an option? The sky knew where she was. It could feel her, touch her. Terror walked into the sky one day. It wasn't on purpose, no, but it happened anyway. That day, the yellow light was flickering, and I believe the heating had broken. For it drew cold and gray. Then, it flickered....and sparks flew. Followed by a flash! Spark! Snuck into the gray area. And the elevator of glass had stopped upon the territory she resided in. It was an infinite place of the utmost dreariest complexion (She had fired her interior decorator the week before.). And she, grabbed a hold of her son and daughter, Kamani and Mirenita, by the hoofed hand. It was a hoofed hand, I swear. And it took hold of theirs. By erm...by the claw...by the hand...by something of something....or something. "Come," she cried, as she snuck them from their holding pens. "Don't waste a moment..." The sky, she had walked into was big...angry. And for some reason it felt like growling at her. Grrrrrr.... And she didn't like that much. Terror was mad, somewhat. She wanted to leave. She wanted to go. She wanted some help...and leave the sky. Leave the ugly gray sky. And she wanted the ugly gray sky to leave her alone. Where had the pretty yellow heater gone? It was there the day before. With blues and golds so shinny. Today was different. And there was nothing unchanged. She felt danger, danger that she could not handle alone. Danger that she needed to cure, to understand somehow in some sense other than what it was. She wanted to free her son. It was him that the sky, the ugly sky, wanted. But why? Nevermind, now she must find some sort of help for him, for him. "Mirenita, go fetch Daddy." The mare commanded as she waved off the younger mare, her daughter. Yes, this was not a good thing. She needed to go. Running, was that an option? The sky knew where she was. It could feel her, touch her. She was in it and it was around her. Somehow. Somehow, Mirenita could escape, but not her son, Kamani. "I, Terror, sneak Kamani from the Forest of Shadows. So there! Ha! Try to stop me now!"Terror walked into the sky one day. It wasn't on purpose, no, but it happened anyway. That day, the yellow light was flickering, and I believe the heating had broken. For it drew cold and gray. Then, it flickered....and sparks flew. Followed by a flash! Spark! Snuck into the gray area. And the elevator of glass had stopped upon the territory she resided in. It was an infinite place of the utmost dreariest complexion (She had fired her interior decorator the week before.). And she, grabbed a hold of her son and daughter, Kamani and Mirenita, by the hoofed hand. It was a hoofed hand, I swear. And it took hold of theirs. By erm...by the claw...by the hand...by something of something....or something. "Come," she cried, as she snuck them from their holding pens. "Don't waste a moment..." The sky, she had walked into was big...angry. And for some reason it felt like growling at her. Grrrrrr.... And she didn't like that much. Terror was mad, somewhat. She wanted to leave. She wanted to go. She wanted some help...and leave the sky. Leave the ugly gray sky. And she wanted the ugly gray sky to leave her alone. Where had the pretty yellow heater gone? It was there the day before. With blues and golds so shinny. Today was different. And there was nothing unchanged. She felt danger, danger that she could not handle alone. Danger that she needed to cure, to understand somehow in some sense other than what it was. She wanted to free her son. It was him that the sky, the ugly sky, wanted. But why? Nevermind, now she must find some sort of help for him, for him. "Mirenita, go fetch Daddy." The mare commanded as she waved off the younger mare, her daughter. Yes, this was not a good thing. She needed to go. Running, was that an option? The sky knew where she was. It could feel her, touch her. Terror walked into the sky one day. It wasn't on purpose, no, but it happened anyway. That day, the yellow light was flickering, and I believe the heating had broken. For it drew cold and gray. Then, it flickered....and sparks flew. Followed by a flash! Spark! Snuck into the gray area. And the elevator of glass had stopped upon the territory she resided in. It was an infinite place of the utmost dreariest complexion (She had fired her interior decorator the week before.). And she, grabbed a hold of her son and daughter, Kamani and Mirenita, by the hoofed hand. It was a hoofed hand, I swear. And it took hold of theirs. By erm...by the claw...by the hand...by something of something....or something. "Come," she cried, as she snuck them from their holding pens. "Don't waste a moment..." The sky, she had walked into was big...angry. And for some reason it felt like growling at her. Grrrrrr.... And she didn't like that much. Terror was mad, somewhat. She wanted to leave. She wanted to go. She wanted some help...and leave the sky. Leave the ugly gray sky. And she wanted the ugly gray sky to leave her alone. Where had the pretty yellow heater gone? It was there the day before. With blues and golds so shinny. Today was different. And there was nothing unchanged. She felt danger, danger that she could not handle alone. Danger that she needed to cure, to understand somehow in some sense other than what it was. She wanted to free her son. It was him that the sky, the ugly sky, wanted. But why? Nevermind, now she must find some sort of help for him, for him. "Mirenita, go fetch Daddy." The mare commanded as she waved off the younger mare, her daughter. Yes, this was not a good thing. She needed to go. Running, was that an option? The sky knew where she was. It could feel her, touch her. Terror walked into the sky one day. It wasn't on purpose, no, but it happened anyway. That day, the yellow light was flickering, and I believe the heating had broken. For it drew cold and gray. Then, it flickered....and sparks flew. Followed by a flash! Spark! Snuck into the gray area. And the elevator of glass had stopped upon the territory she resided in. It was an infinite place of the utmost dreariest complexion (She had fired her interior decorator the week before.). And she, grabbed a hold of her son and daughter, Kamani and Mirenita, by the hoofed hand. It was a hoofed hand, I swear. And it took hold of theirs. By erm...by the claw...by the hand...by something of something....or something. "Come," she cried, as she snuck them from their holding pens. "Don't waste a moment..." The sky, she had walked into was big...angry. And for some reason it felt like growling at her. Grrrrrr.... And she didn't like that much. Terror was mad, somewhat. She wanted to leave. She wanted to go. She wanted some help...and leave the sky. Leave the ugly gray sky. And she wanted the ugly gray sky to leave her alone. Where had the pretty yellow heater gone? It was there the day before. With blues and golds so shinny. Today was different. And there was nothing unchanged. She felt danger, danger that she could not handle alone. Danger that she needed to cure, to understand somehow in some sense other than what it was. She wanted to free her son. It was him that the sky, the ugly sky, wanted. But why? Nevermind, now she must find some sort of help for him, for him. "Mirenita, go fetch Daddy." The mare commanded as she waved off the younger mare, her daughter. Yes, this was not a good thing. She needed to go. Running, was that an option? The sky knew where she was. It could feel her, touch her.
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