Poor state of best things considered, probably

by listeningtobeauty

Rating: teen
Tags: Random
Length: 1165

Deep horsewords in paragraphs Ch1:Poetry about Rarity & the time she might have been doing something else. Ch2: Poetry about 2 horses speaking not much of anything entirely in English 3:Rainbow Dash walks back n forth thinking thoughts #beautif

So we had nothing, and we weren't allowed to submit it anymore.

Title: Poor state of best things considered, probably

Chapter 1: Poetry about Rarity withering by the window as minutes tick by and daylight fades and she recalls the time she might have been doing something else. Contains delightful excerpts such as "There are a few things that can be seen from her view" and "She has discovered her hooves aren’t edible and that is valuable."
If this were a movie, it would likely be rated pg-13 and have a crappy Aphex Twin soundtrack.
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Chapter 2: Then experimental poetry about what can be considered a discussion but maybe not because this is ambiguous and experimental and philosophical, but actually yes it is just horses saying words because this is the synopsis. Involving the pony characters Rarity and Fluttershy, as they stand in what is probably a room, speaking not much of anything entirely in the English language. Many sitcoms have historically taken place inside rooms.
The word 'everything' is used precisely once.

If made into a student's art film, it would likely be filmed profoundly in black&white, and be oversaturated in references to Andy Warhol and dubstep. And they would tilt the camera sideways.
[The Motion Picture Association of America historically does not have a ban on films containing rooms.]
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Chapter 3: And Rainbow Dash walks back and forth as thoughts occur inside her head, thinking in 'authentic' stream of conscious pattern because profound. In humans, the brain resides inside the skull and this is likely true for ponies as well.
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Executive Summary: I plan to write and submit experimental profound pone words for potential consumption by the market.
Company Info: Operation is ran by one bored individual on a weekday night after work. Low in morale, high in top-level speculative minimal-cost Rectal Database projects.
Market Analysis: It looks like some people use this website, largely from the 'Brony' demographic. Perhaps some of them will read my submission.
Funding Request: Zero (0) funds required, product already completed and ready for shipping.
Financial Projections: I forecast that this will remain on the front page for a mild duration and be viewed by at least one (1) prospective customer during its shelf life.
An appendix is optional

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-07 03:20:03 UTC

Needles to say

Still yet to be ended, so with Rarity again. So a day with sun clouded out. If there is a sun. She keeps her doubts close. If not worse, then for better. This is something that is seen from the window. Her place. It’s nothing much at all. But hers when the light is out or in. When any light must be dealt with. Though still there are doubts. Rarity does not leave the window. Home is empty. One can’t be sure.

There are a few things that can be seen from her view. These won’t be listed. Likely forgot or just not significant to begin with. Nothing of much effect. Charred husks or withered ambitions or else worse. She has her contingencies. For instance, if an other were in her view she would remove it. What a proud unicorn. What else to be.

In between the walls. Long out with the clutter, then Rarity’s gaze is still confined to the walls. Dim walls, peeling paint, and a roach carcass. Some insects reside with her, source of company. And so friendship has some use. What a way to facilitate harmony. That hasn’t been so honest. There is no company. Rarity has stomped the bugs. And so hooves have some use.

On a forgotten occasion, Rarity exited the house. To the market for sustenance or the fair for leisure or perhaps nothing equally likely. If there was a clerk, then poor company. It wasn’t understood. Roaches cannot understand english. She brought home an apricot and things were a bit worse.

First to start the killing. It is a little less. Her legs go numb, this is frequent. The window is where things may die. Away from the window is also where things may die. And some others are left in a ditch. Soon for her. Unless a mistake there too. No more fate anyhow, killed that long ago, when not at the house. When radiating ruin and decline. Now Rarity is at the window with numb legs. Every skill she never had in question. Every ill brought on by herself.

One thing that follows her. Not the regrets, but some kind of observer. At a distance. Poorly seen, some aura of benevolence. Nothing that would die for her, nothing would die for her. Nor for anyone. It is her and she cannot drown out the existence. So goes to the cats once more, and she died alive.

Dead twenty years, thoroughly decayed. So Rarity persists with nothing in the stomach, or other notable organs. Always was without substance. Even when at the peak, if there were the good times, it all poured out. Likely for the marginally better. No one minds. A unicorn has no need to fly anyhow. So it goes on.

As she proceeds, Rarity gives no effort to leave her space. Never try again. Likely wouldn’t know how or what to do in any case. And if was a case, that would be tossed out the window. Now she recalls an other said, In heaven everything is fine. They were tossed out the window. Back when the height was greater. If there were other windows, with differing or same views. Few things of value if any. She has discovered her hooves aren’t edible and that is valuable. Next attempt the soul. Such to be done away with.

When the view must be observed, she looks to the sky. She looks down up at the sky. Such being preferable to what isn’t listed. And when eyes not shut Rarity observes the light dwindling. When there is light to dwindle. Such as now by mistake she observes. Recently there was light and it has faded. It has been another day. Nothing significant.

Do creatures know their name

She can’t stop, the back and forth. Rainbow Dash knows that oxygen might make the heart blossom but she won't talk. It's not working, can’t be a good little trout. Killing things is not so hard. We have no need for a heart and let us tear down all the walls. She builds up to tear down, build her up to tear her down. Rainbow Dash had never known, she did not know how to be a pony. There was no such civilization, only another myth. They are never civilized. Raise the hatchet and strike the other down. No waiting. Don't let them get words in. This isn’t your house, it is mine. This is the hardest part, it can never be wrong.

Go along, no pretending, no complaining. Stop complaining. This is how it ends, this is how it will end, it will never end, we never learned how to end, the awfulness, there's nothing here but awfulness that can never be washed away, not even a stain. Pacing back and forth searching for the heart, she won't want to know, never want to know this part, can never know this part. Say my name and deny all the good you have done. Hold your breath until you hit the floor, eventually you'll get what you're asking for and it won't be nice, isn't that nice. Staining the soil there is no right here and she'll consume all the endbits. This is how it shall end in the beginning it stopped before it started it was always over.

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In the room, always a room. Rainbow Dash and Rarity, or Rarity and Fluttershy, or whoever else.

"Sans cette onde où à la fin."

“I came here on my own legs.”

“There are certain doubts that reside in my mind.”

“That is never enough,” says a pony.

“It is after 7:00 o’clock.”

“I wonder who I will be.”

“It is very easy to get lost in unfamiliar locations after dark.”

“Did you hear what I heard?”

“When all is said, I hope to be left to the past.”

“Once, I told the world pleasure had a name.” (Cue laughter)

“You had an eye in the mirror and you watched yourself go by.”

“Less of it foreseeable.”

“Is this seat taken?” She sits down regardless.

“There was something I wanted to say, but I cannot recall.”

“There is no grand fire to extinguish.”

“I am not very good at locating the constellations.”

“If I drink poison, I will spit it up.”

“You could have shut the door when you entered.”

“The good things were a lie.”

“Sometimes it is best to let death take its course.”

“My work has taken me many places and if there is a reason I have not found it.”

“I can feel myself becoming less,” says a pony.

“Nothing can shine, left in the dark.”

“Tomorrow will be Tuesday.”

“Proper care must be taken not to mishandle the matter.”

“I have read the things you have to say.”

“Everything went all wrong.”

"That is most likely the sound of rain."

“If everyone died no one would notice.”

“Thank you very much.”