>>6055522Well, I think you'll change your mind after the third part...
Slowly descending towards the heated desert floor a sound can be heard, this time not from the whining and crying McBride but from my trusted Mare, Stacey. I could hear her boiling insides turning within itself into mighty windy worrysome screams, I in haste grabbed my mutilated legs, threw them into the tinfoil bag I had crafted out of my makeship workshop and dug back towards the gigantic phallic horse-like creature that surfaced through the sand and came at me in full speed. The sound of the hooves was deafening but I could not resist, I had to lead my way through the heat towards that mighty roar of the plentisome insides, those of little consequence for me, for I had before waded in these water, I knew it very well and I was ready to let my very being be devoured in the wonderful scents and colors once more. She rode towards me, so gracious while exploding in colors leaving footsteps of sensualization in the sand. I ran towards the golden, the rim and the fearsome new dawn broken at once, more light even than the sun and more majestic than the most gracious gazelle. Not long before my wooden sparkling legs threw themselves before the windy tunnel I once again laid my eyes on that, that which I had many times before seen and my entire body vibrated in delight, the explosion had hit me, that wonderful magical but also bittersweet emotional rupture, it had hit me again and I fell, I fell through the sand, I fell into myself... I... turned around, quickly and looked into her seldom before witnessed gaze as I let out a long sigh, a sigh for the many.. It was singing to me, it was blissful panic in the moment, blissful light and panic of the soul, serenity and bothersome fatigue.