raining horses, like water droplets, galloping steeds in great hast at tremendous speeds.The skies are purple and the wind is gentle upsetting the hurly burly’s and the grass whisles in any diappreciation.
The horses run awild, though the lands never quite out of reach, so scared this makes me feel standing here feeling the ground shake as they thrash their hooves on the ground and they echo through my feet as if i am standing on blearing speakers.The warehouse, factory is old, rusted and huge, almost unknown in its greatness – and still the horses rain from the heavens the clouds make way and part in the purple skies and the horses keep coming.
On and on and on they come and they have crystal anger that glares in their eys as the fractions of rays battle their own fight against the tenticle like figures seeming to slowly now swim out the skie and land to the earth like water droplets.
I hate those horses and am afraid of them, they are so powerfull and they are so angry, they turn and laugh while snickering at me, and they take their huge bodies and knock me over – do they wan’t to kill me? Will they kill me?
And still their friends keep falling out the purple skies llike troopes aligning for a mighty battle.What terrible noise they make – frightening noise that thunder down me.
Where have they gone? Where is marks in the sand? Where is the noise, i am still here, i remember them , but i see them not.
I can still feel the purple skies above me crushing me slowly and i feel the earch moving, gallop, gallop i feel the earth shaking, whats happening?
Whats happening, where are those purple horses? I hear them around me, laughing , running close to me, behind me? each time i hear them but they are not there, but i feel them and i hear them now, as i did before.
oh no whats wrong with me, where am i , where are they?
Oh no where am i , where are they?
oh no where am i , where are they?
help! help? these horses are going to kill me!
help help me!
oh no whats wrong with me?