THEE WEIRD HORSEGIRL
Your Surge’s story is one of strength, transformation, acceptance and surviving ridicule. Living in her effortless truth while the World laughs at her passions. Her peers in grade school making fun of her love for horses, the ones who roam our earth freely, give soldiers a back to claim victory on and sports that ignite our World’s countries. The stallions, geldings, mares, filly’s and colts that brought our first mode of transportation before the machines carried us as far as over the moon, gliding along the seas, or rolling across our Earth’s dirt. The same hooves that get beaten for sport, slaughtered for what, and starved for poor ownership. Sounds a lot like my path in this Surge’s triumph here from my LIBERTIES STATE. The young monstera frolicking in fields with the horses, lying with them in the hay, sleeping in barns, running on all fours, setting up jumps for myself, exercising in a round pen all fueling my souls path in this chapter in my life. Learning how to desensitize, halter train, groom & feed, break, wash, and care for them. Learning how to speak a horses language isn’t as fashionable as other developing girls who are having countless sleepovers painting each others nails.
Your Surge’s wild, rebellious, passionate, untamed spirit is one that drifts her to the 152nd Kentucky Derby two days before this tramples the Earth. Year 2026. Your Surge’s dress is the first in our history to have been painted/drawn on live at the Derby by a famous artist. She sways with me as I walk in with a blank canvas draped regally over my legalized body, coming out a staple in the stables history of the infield’s story. Her whip cropping the heads of others who stare, trying to destroy her CAUSE while God smiles and gives nod in approval, so beware. A Higher Power gifting your Surge’s tacky hat apart other women’s there, full circle to my node of her tales path. A Sweet Victory indeed, the dapple grey steed, tramples through and bruised past the souls that the bay had. An ankle left with pain, yet continued through to the end of the race to everyone’s disdain. Red, green, blue and grey, fight to the finish lines flowered bay. A race of roses ended in fields of hay, roles of THEE LIVING COLORS frays. THEE WEIRD HORSEGIRL sways in her bay. Number five and Number two dances in their blues.
You like sausage and gravy biscuits but balled up in bite sized form, you may make them this way too over beat cake that came from a dream. Home grown aloe vera healed your scrapes and sores of your own paths through the mud, trees show the costs of living free. You love poems, speaking in parables and parody’s. I’m inclined to create the entirety of your info section in a soliloquies’s dream. Your eyes see everything as free as a beam, suspended in the air catching art in its stares. You may have attended Derby during the 142nd celebration.
You also like tailgating and butterflies, the stickers live laugh love, no surprise. Your backpacks journey finding its way in its rise. But it’s more than that. To live is to have laughed and loved, you see the beauty in life as above. You also have a friend who smokes in your car and you allow it. Dream woman says she’s allergic to flower Ursina or Geranium’s bit. She has seven hooks for a hat/key rack when entering house. No surprise since your hat from God excitedly aroused. You have loved all black Fresians. Purebloods, rolling hills, a single wide trailer sparking elements of your heart where you started your baths. Your grandmothers path 9533 in her staff. Boxes of jokes line your lights eyes. The rest of the letters losing their value. A cowboys dream not dressed the part it seems. a smoker oh so handsome, old and grey a Palominos mane sprays, clean compliments at the stark contrast of their colors ablaze. Wagon trails finding your souls path, a node to THEE WAGONS POWER. The strength of the horse beneath you, consumes your thoughts, senses, and darkness blues.
You’d rather have a trail than a beach ride, not minding the gaited horses slide. The space between your teeth are even so beautiful if you don’t see, because I saw it in a dream. You may have fixed the forgotten space, only pictures show the old face, one to which I can relate. Were they invisible or shown.. the changes to your mandibles bones? Alike and devouring the tomato soup, tuna sandwich with olive oil and American cheese. Almost as good as the bees knees. Gosh what a jokester. I like you. I knew of your hearts desires when I was moving chapters, used what I needed so much so it brought laughter, and smiles that arise in my hearts desires. Twas the last meal on my bed before moving out of THEE HOUSE OF SUN in Myrtle Beach. Down a Man of wars drive.
Corporate America’s Pepsi quenching your thirst, for over and over you couldn’t train people the same way because of HR’s curse. You washed your hands clean of it to bring out the oils to avoid the Spiders spit. The strongest substance in our World and that’s a spiderwebs per square inch. Of course nesting at the core of it a caterpillar’s cocoon. Balding heads, glasses, and lovers among cruises spent. Beautiful the Stonehouse Hansel and Gretel but says the spouse. Batteries built accelerated the houses market past, the landing strip of his kid’s heights path. You mother-in-law complains about the house’s grumbles, you being nice enough to let her stay for her comfort. Dyslexia a small portion of your brain it seems, your wife just wanting to move again. Your voice having more strength than you know, allows you to stay where your soul knows, the path is even when a fleeting wife wants to go. Not seeing each other is not in part of size, rather the lives of the kids that were to arise. You like fast food too, coke with your fries. You are also okay going outside in a t shirt and sweats. I like you.
Presented are your signs for further confirmation this Surge is truly for you. In addition to your items in your Surge that pique your conscience, these signifiers encompass things that are significant to you, it pulls on a memory in your life or your future to come. Your signifiers are ones that can either be something you love or an area that’s brought you pain. Either way it pulls on your heart strings and makes you, you. These signs have helped shape who you are today.
~LACS Signifiers~
Animals~Birds(Cardinals, Japanese snow fairy) caterpillars, cats, Spiderwebs, butterflies, Fresians, hornets, horses, koalas
Careers~Ranching, Cowboy, Horse trainer, corporate America, Dancing, Modeling, Barrel Racing
Color~Black, Silver, green, red, blue, purple
Dates~28 years old, 20 years, April 6th, November 21st, 5 years, 6 years
Drinks~ Pepsi, Coke, Bourbon (Makers Mark, Old Forester, Early Times)
Flowers|Plants~Geraniums, Eremogone Urania (Bear Valley Sandwort threatened species) Aloe Vera
Food~Tuna sandwich, American cheese, olive oil, tomato soup
Height~ 6 ft
Names~Yebba, Adjun, Brandy, Joe mama, Pueblo, Marvin, Thea, Vera, Aurora
Numbers~22, 33, 44, 10, 14000, 95, 7, 9533
Musical Genres~ Country, Jazz
Places~California, North Carolina, Kentucky
Scents~ hay, barn, horses, aloe, bergemot, cigarettes (red Pall Malls)
Vehicles~King Ranch, Chevrolet, Cavalier
Our Beneficiaries~social media content creator 1
~social media content creator 2
~retired cowboy
~ex corporate America worker turned freelance, can’t retire till 5 years
~working retirement aged father
~hardworking woman
Our CAUSES~exposure for hospitals dumping patients on streets (in Louisville Kentucky, painted on your dress)
~helping horses from mistreatment after racing careers
~saving horses from slaughter
~blending high & low society at the Derby, to be a true star of the show, the infield is where one must go
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