April 24, 2022

geed up the horse--many movies my heart did see before girls idolized motherfuckers like me

Colorful geometric patterns, including circles, checks, and stripes.  Gucci Gift campaign shot by Leslie Zhang in a vivid and dynamic setting that captures the vibrant energy of the pieces.

Number 8s. No sherpas. No pick--it was unsafe brain had left her unbeatable and ripe for the pluck of faculty--a mother among amorous, unrestrained, free climb, vertical proportions--entwined in his relay Swiss Chair--from his crotch to her loin.

Secured. Emerge climbers of footing--falling from grasping one thing not up to task. They, as if magic, prevent peril inspiriting whiplash, its violent recollection.  

 

Poison well set out from home to renounce human goodness in the face of punishment, by snuffing all good in yourself for last deeds you pay of a minute, a year--a mistake as removed--replaced everything you are with a sin you are not.

 

But which is, you are now forced to recover:  punishment for temporal action which you admit, and upon this infraction, are trying to correct exponential compaction--accruing what you discover mostly when slow, its accrual to reasonable rate--to guarantee above reparations and repayments, that deemed by administrative judge and board, issued fully, excusing along with punishment--which finds you in jail--but more, will offer life, or dignity--you now understand, as that most personal worth value a man is--filling worthlessness moved aside--mnemonic horsesense--my decision to change in midstream ...

She currently thought of his fingers that throughout fastening her gear he helped her tighten the realm in that | during which | within which, her cosseted cradle was prone to lodge, or untether her arm, unloosing, if at outlandish angle set in motion--spinning death enough to a mountain--Roo within pouch--mother strained by cord, cinched fast, mirror fix, college commencement--her task of late lucubration and focus--though drinking in bed while jazzy bop, swinging rock, even a ballad -- became application of soothing, dreaming absentminded--finding skin--healthily skyclad.

A lot like a sneeze--typically, past your genitals, way down to your knees.

It felt reasonably pressing, frustratingly dire--of necessity, a craving--eternal desire; stoking ministration, vigorous touching like overfilled tires, which finally pop open, emotional pressure comes: why ladies like riding horses, and chairs of sturdy construction.

style, Van Rhys, whose mid-topographic-- discovered priapic one night from consumption, chocolate face gave her uncommon, pooling blood to anatomy, ruling, inflicting subservient disposition and acknowledged worship--distraught, and he or she over-willing--inescapable greasing.

It required to feel of her half-a-puzzle whose piece she kneaded, writhing, rising--what would, however, here, additionally, sort of--squall--appear destruction a-scatter--not touching, nor placement--its eye--once in, she felt forces--and what she compelled, relished next day--celebrate, revel, 

 

irresistible death. happy, and happy. she thought it was found--him missing--suddenly, she thought it absolutely was.

we perceive vehemently 'go' that way, not thinking it only a tool for a fool; one say that the way to go one time -- may still be the way to proceed, or the arrow points wherever the wind blows it, and that destination raised for years -- closed like the mule-end of a flying 'V' -- drink strong potation plunders energy, makes soul deep, mountain high, and horses without moral turpitude to follow less saints in that number, without inclusion -- was his considered testicle representing lack of epistles.

 


Your girlfriend said to me: 1 2 3 4 If she was the only woman on Earth, and you told her to have sex with slutty Garth Brooks, she would fuck him for you and fat TV chef Trisha Yearwood. She says, you get a free pass to anal sex with Garth Brooks. She wrote the lyrics to a song to play during that: "We walked along the seawall until the waves started splashing us." She wants the lyric breakwater to drown Garth Brooks and more. She asks El Chapo to hijack Garth's Stetson and get him to stop singing. She asks that witchcraft will make you love women and avoid homosexual thoughts of Garth. She needs money to buy enough fentanyl to get over this. She prays to the Gay Nashville Garth Brooks fan club and his soon-to-be-wife that they understand. Also: Jesus, the girl and everyone are on a donkey.



 


... horseline ended--and so did the milling and head touching social cues equipages --ceased to be horses to fill the place of infinite substitution--carousel of endless Bays--now not only no surplus of previous attendance equal, opposite of deficit in Mirror Trend, Economists call Phenomenon of Horse Latitudes from Nautical term indicating Wind Variance.

Super-equine overage,

but the track  ceased to Place or Show.

 

This was a Derby Waiting to Post with no bettors, jockeys, school grooming volunteers, who would not stop, her wiry brush edging until one of us said an agreed upon word--which was definitely not,

"Firehose Danskbusters!" No one in this Sorry Backstage Stable to Pinch Me and Tell Me This WAS Just Some BAD Vet Dream." 

Every horse looks in its own mouth first, before ...


as a citified fellow in a one-horse town and digresses as to the former presumptive debate position on my acute guaranteed by pack mental therapy group whose direction is neither north nor south but up the middle,  dead ahead, don't lag, nor trip behindyour synced, guided, and governed through physics to veer miniscule or magisule per navigation collective east, west choreographed correction, neither wrong nor right--I am the guided by 100 synchronous auto-navigational equine Adonis on course to  honest attainment of  enlightenment                      

 

 


 

... marched further, the tunnel thinner--he began to fulminate, causing him to spook, triggering him employment of an emergency checklist, whose methods and instructions for  self-soothing therapy and  pacification included a short repetitive phrase to repeat, where by saying the 'H-word' over and over ...   a self-loathing  'hate speach' of epithets whose impact knocked him to the core.

--if only equestriennes and riders, jumpers, dressage, military and law enforcement could feel the risible auto-invocation echoing in his super-edifice Park-sized superstructure and proportional features, dwarfing a human by the Golden Ration, and fishy endowment of seeming impossible to guess fishy list of a cynic's suspicion into
horsemeat checkout beyond any doubt his long noble bangtail stuck through a hole at the back of the stall, and he started and pricked up his ears upon hearing a loud droning   whir of monotonous buzzing, but it wasn't a bee, as it skittered and lit, nor wasp, and if it were a snake, it would have bit, where from in this enclosure his movement was barred by the dimensions whose width and length prohibited such, and then all the lights went out for the 6-year-old stud--as his coltish  life seemed to pass in a flash, the optic nerve of his saucer-sized eye flickered off--but all journey and wind on his coat and fillies and trefoil he'd had his fill--and it wasn't so bad because he didn't know it would come to an end.

Except just before that bolt flew into his brain.

And the heat and pressure--it blew back his mane.

And the rest of the story he cannot recount.

His legs buckled neath and he dropped like a sac.

 

Dappled leather--of every variation.

 

Birkin LV he still rides his wild herd with a leggy lady whose self-possession it is which  his freedom gallops to attain, her low silhouette--against the wind--held together by the tip of her strap--attached to a container where she keeps her swag.

 

 



A sketch of a wooden complex something like the tops of a buried Medieval village. One of the buildings sprouts a single semi truck's front exhaust pipe.

complex and made from wood, but were a lot of like the construction website of a county fair horse barn than a playground.

Golden light in the wild blue yonder above a crooked  funicular shows  a gondola in the sky above a buried Medieval village, which sprouts semi-truck pipage.

Object Agency of a Living/Non-Living Animal Entity: The Case of Horse/Horsemeat

Consumer Culture Theory

ISBN: 978-1-78635-496-9, eISBN: 978-1-78635-495-2

ISSN: 0885-2111

Publication date: 28 November 2016 Reprints & Permissions

Abstract

Purpose

The current study sheds light on non-human object agency by drawing illustrative examples from a case of horse/horsemeat, and thereby captures the ways in which living and non-living animal entities have shifting effects and/or intentions in relation to human entities within heterogeneous networks of cultural resources and practices.

Methodology/approach

Leaning on the post-human approach, the case of horse/horsemeat provides an illustrative empirical entry point into exploring how by looking through the lenses of object agency one can deconstruct the prevailing anthropomorphism-based dualistic views of living and non-living domestic animals as subjects or objects.

Findings

The paper argues that by contemplating both the living horse and non-living horsemeat as ontologically shifting and co-constructive entities in relation to human subjects, we are able to elaborate the contradictions and convergences of object agency that appear in living and/or non-living co-consuming units.

Social implications

The study showcases important aspects of animal welfare, addressing the effects of shifting from a human-centred perspective to a post-human view on equality between various kinds of entities.

Originality/value

This paper contributes to the discussions of non-human object agency, addressing the issue from the perspective of an animal entity, which enables participating in deconstructing dualisms such as subject and object as well as living and non-living. In particular, it highlights how in the case of an animal entity, agency may emerge in terms of effects and (some capacity of) intentions both within living and non-living entities.

Keywords


Acknowledgements

The authors wish to thank the editors of this book and the two anonymous reviewers for their insightful feedback to elaborate the research. The authors are grateful to their colleagues at the University of Vaasa and the Hanken School of Economics for participating in this endeavour to educate ourselves about the assemblages of ever-unreachable agencies.

Citation

Syrjälä, H., Jaskari, M.-M. and Leipämaa-Leskinen, H. (2016), "Object Agency of a Living/Non-Living Animal Entity: The Case of Horse/Horsemeat", Consumer Culture Theory (Research in Consumer Behavior, Vol. 18), Emerald Group Publishing Limited, Bingley, pp. 65-91. https://doi.org/10.1108/S0885-211120160000018005


Many movies my heart did see before girls idolized motherfuckers like me.



Lady Diana tendril  frim, risk revealed unrivaled.  Gifted felicities of  storm howling dissonant arpeggio played on violincello--glissing inside its incidental soundtrack emanating from windows, and from a parapet skitter pigeons, uncoupling midair -- wind lifts over cupola to fly high of the Tiber; birds reconnoiter of a feather -- never migrate back.

 

They've done statues to death--painted shit-black.