‘’What is love? Is it simply the hormonal drive to reproduce? Is it simply nature calling us to ensure the survival of our species, though in the end ever line of succession will be lost to the unrelenting march of time? Or is it something more? Is this patter I feel in my chest the gentle fluttering of my very soul? If I had wings, would I fly to the heavens to sing your name to the stars, sun, and moon? I would like to believe I would, oh object of my affection.’’
Gummy stared intently at the rubber duck.
He should need no introduction, so I'll skip to giving a hearty thanks to the one and only Pen Stroke! He wrote this one story about this one cute alicorn filly. Perhaps you've heard of it?
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When did Pen Stroke... ah whatever. Got me to finally read his horse words anyway.
6174304 yeah I need to go back and tidy this story up.
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Lol haven't seen you guys in forever.
~Leonzilla
6174602 LOL!
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6174969 huehuehue
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*sporfle*
6175514 [SPORFLING INTENSIFIES]
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6177141 Hell is other ponies.
Rub-a-dub, just relax in the tub, thinkin' everything was all right...
Though can anything truly be said to be all right? Can perfection truly be attained in this imperfect world? Or do we merely blind ourselves to the myriad flaws and foibles that permeate our existence, sweep them under the rug of ignorance with the broom of denial? And what of the gator, denied these beautiful lies, forced to see what truly is every waking moment of the day? Can he ever truly love something when he sees its every flaw? But how can he not, when he is no better? The quandry rages on.
6176906 nope. I already have wings and my other self would think I'm insane if I tried to go backwards and do so. Plus, since I'm asexual, It Would be awkward even if my other self was female.
Wait, but I am insane so I guess it wouldn't matter if my other sef thought I was insane because it's true. Hmmmm....
I counted and it is exactly 100 words, I have way too much time on my hands
6179020 boredom is one hell of a drug
"Are our soliloquy's blazing trails of ephemeral thought through landscapes undreamed-of as yet by Alligator kind? Or do we merely tread the same sallow water, our eyes barely breaking the surface as our secondary lids protect us from the filth that is truly new horizons? Do we but scan the surface, awaiting the moments when it breaks open to let fall our desires from without into our familiar murky depths? And in these moments, can we do anything but pounce and rend, kill and devour? Will a Gator walk these lands one day, the new allowed to walk beside him freely? Or will it ever be torn asunder and digested, merely to fuel existence with it's unwilling sacrifice?"
Gummy stared intently at the cupcake.
Why did I write this?