day 27 motorcycle and the pale rider.
However there was a flood, a large one with papercraft bones that survived the impact of the water and stayed their papercraft form. I recon that there was a desert in the eye of the maiden and one of a horizon that spells skulls, she kicked him off and took the reigns and he floated into the bones and instead of setting off into the sun together, he sarcifirced his all and bluntly gave ever romantic bone in his body and everything for her and all his hard work, she stole. She stole it and never gave it back.
The bones of the papercraft form and he lay dying in the stream, a red across the blue and pale aqua tinged with green and then pink until the water was red. She rode grabbing the motorcycle and sped forth with all his talents and his worth meant for them but now only meant for her. The cards of entertainment to bigio one and the cards of soelime to the closet of red tech and the the card of movies gone wild in mega mede. All the cards and all the guns and all the snacks and all the money and all the books and all his hard work were taken on this motorcycle and she would not stop until she was satisfied with the answer. That she had made a big steal, she stole his heart so much he sacrificed his life. And only look back for one momentary slow goodbye where their eyes collected slowly and she gunned forth and left him to ask a sentence in which she would never respond..." why are you so heartless?"
Not noticing this of the cliff that just appeared in blockbuster yellow tape and black as if mandated by heaven, the motorcycle fell off the edge of the cliff of this edge sudden to the road. She fell off the motorcycle and the motorcycle went off the road. He wanted to yell and she wanted to scream.
His body caught up to her and he was already nearly dead. And he still looked at her with icy eyes and in her dying moments of all these items and all these cards and all of this and all of that, and the motorcycle, in front of them both. She realized she had just be surviving off the kindness and hearth of one person and never once appreciated the standard of life he gave her in a place torn of a warzone. She never recognized his sacrifice, and rather took off with all the stuff he had warping his kindness and his love for selfish ideology and simply cruelty to recognize his own feelings as they should humanely be recognized and not a person to give some half ass, " yea- let's ride the thing".
Or "yep". " yes" and while he would say such beautiful things, " I would promise myself to her faithful for 4 fucking years if not 5." And " I know there is someone so beautiful within and I will not be spoiled from seeing that as naturally she is" Lack of conviction and lack of anything worthwhile he found in his death and all he did was waste time. She would look at him in this dizzy moment while she went awol in the 5 seconds in a curve bell hopping and he was impaled and the flood continued to push them out to sea. " I love you" she said to a dead body. And cried as the flood of pale salty eyes reached the flood. And then the motorcycle exploded and all the happiness and all the future exploding of what they could have been. And she screamed. And not even he was there to save her.
Somehow they landed on a beach. She was still alive. But instead this time she had slashed his neck. And she was on the beach all alone as not even a siren would call. She would try to fix the wound on his neck but it would never come back to full form.
They were back on the motorcycle and instead he had begun to talk again and she was relieved.
However there was an over arch arc and the rocks came in front of them and he jutted past it to their home to be. And it was like life had continued. If only and only if they were together and he worked with ethic for her and she respected and worked for him...
Only could the story of the palerider and the motorcycle ever be so true, because in her dreams she dreams forever of different scenarios and which to have no end regardless of whatever she is to do.
She will never be able to go back and once she never goes back, she is her forever and the only release is nothing at all. Because she'll never make the right decision to go with the right rider. And this rider will always never appreciate her worth. Never make her happy and never go through hell for her. And never be anyone but a nuisance. Who bangs so frequently out of the context of their acceptance and thus she just lays thinking and breathing of all this time she has wasted. On games and games and games and never seeing the truth. She will breathe easy in danger curiosity and never be free at all. But what she will most think of is that if he had gone with her, he would still be devote to her and even if was dead, she could always say that he was for her and thus he becomes god to this girl and an idol in which she'll forever seek in her own dreams. If not younger individuals and leading one thing to another, she is still trapped. She is still locked in this dream and never to wake up and she died when she bluntly rejected his every meaning when it was her embrace that welcomed him on and he was only being perfect normal in his manner to a woman who he would easily walk hell for.
Easily ignore everyone else committing romantic suicide for which ever golden chances his fading youth has! She could never realize her death was when she betrayed someone she set up so kindly to fall just by forgetting them as a person and not a culture. Rely to betray any promise he had set in his head to see her when it was safe....but just plain act confused and regret and betray and led his heart so fucking astray. That he has nothing and no one at the end of the day...!
She died when she failed to recognize his true worth at all.
And her death may or may not continue. As she still lives and breathes to try and remember and recollect her old self....!
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