Alright let’s start.

Left too many spaces so I removed them and I don’t know why I did that anyway. I think it just might be the act of not thinking, or something. Am I not thinking? Yes. Should I be thinking? Yes. Will I think? Yes. However, no.

So yesterday that I learned that horses have, at times, eaten people, and I don’t know what to do with this information. I don’t know if I now have to worry about horses and their existence. I don’t know if there are horses around the corner, and I am afraid. Why was I never advised this? Am I to now never go to Antarctica, and instead dig a little hole in which I can lie and hide in?

Do I need to get into some sort of counter-offensive so as to make sure that the horses are not coming for me? Do I run? Do I have to worry about driving away from a series of horses only to see them line up with each other so as to increase their horse power and then somehow catch up to whichever locomotive vehicle I happen to be moving in?

I don’t know what to do and I am terrified. As far as I can see, there are no horses outside of my window, but perhaps they are disguised as the neighbour’s house. I haven’t seen them in a while, now that I think about it. How do I know that they themselves have not succumbed to this unrelenting force of consumption?

It’s all over and from the skies rains the hail and torment of those whose hooves shine firmest, and they charge along, gnashing their teeth and pounding the sky with intent and malice, and all I can do is bear witness and hope for the best. All I can do is very little. I don’t know if I can document this grand atrocity of heinous acts against the name of God. Perhaps we were merely raised to be cattle for the slaughter.

I don’t know what else I can say. I don’t know how to go about anything. I don’t even know if the air I breathe is actually air, or just horses in rather small form. Can I even be sure that I am not a constituent of horses in the form of one person who runs this silly blog?

Perhaps this is how it has always been and everything is horses, all the time, or at least it wasn’t up until a point, and that point was when a horse ate someone in Antarctica for the first time, and it just progressed from there. I don’t know and I don’t want to profess to know, but I do know that I cannot tolerate this dangerous planet anymore and so therefore I need to head somewhere else. I need to get to a place where there are no horses, and I’ll have to do one magnificent leap to get there.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:20:12

Just a fun thing I banged out earlier today.
Not as fast as I would have liked, but I think that was more helpful here.

Written at home.