Was reading that ED link a page or two back, and...
Stairs - Ulillillia does not walk up stairs, instead he scales them, as if they are an insurmountable hill. This also involves a catapult-like use of his backpack, which might provide him with inertia. Allegedly, he has no trouble going down stairs, and no trouble with stairs whatsoever in his Mind Game.
Joel-Peter Witkin (born September 13, 1939) is an American photographer who lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. His work often deals with such themes as death, corpses (and sometimes dismembered portions thereof), and various outsiders such as dwarves, transsexuals, hermaphrodites, and physically deformed people. Witkin's complex tableaux often recall religious episodes or classical paintings.
some of this dude's stuff is pretty fucked up even by my standards
My eleven-year-old sister (as was everyone in her grade) was required to read The Red Pony even though her teacher, the principal, and everyone agreed that that wasn't something she should read.
District curricula required it, though, and made it essential to the grade.
Hmm. Beating John Steinbeck won't solve this. This is a problem with a state school system, and that can only be solved with political action or hostage negotiations.
So, this young boy gets the horse of his dreams. He does all he can to take good care of him, disciplining him but showing him love and affection; and he always, after leaving to non-horse activities, leaves his horse in the stable just in case it rains. Always.
Until one bright cloudless summer day, he forgets. Once he's at school, he remembers and wants to rush home to put Gabilan (the pony) in the stable; but his teacher tells him that there isn't a cloud in the sky and it hasn't rained for months; and, besides, the chances of a horse as healthy as Gabilan getting sick from rain is one in ten-thousand; and the chance of a horse as strong as Gabilan not getting better is one in a thousand, and even then, Billy Buck (the stable hand who helped the boy train Gabilan) is the best horse doctor in the country and maybe the world and has never failed to cure a sick horse that could possibly be cured.
So the boy stays at school, and, once school ends, he rushes home to find that it rained and Gabilan has pneumonia. What follows is simply sadistic. Lovingly rendered details of how the disease cripples and slowly kills the noble beast from the inside; page-long descriptions of pus clogging the throat and blocking the breath; descriptions of mucous filling Gabilan's eyes and making it impossible for him to close his eyelids, and all the while Steinbeck tells you how the horse feels.
Billy Buck cuts Gabilan's throat to get the pus out, and we get a paragrph of it that still makes me want to retch when I think about it.
Gabilan seems to get better, and even his eyes start clearing up.
But then Gabilan gets worse and runs away to die.
The boy finds buzzards eating his pony, one of them pulling black fluid from its eyeball (another paragraph that makes you retch). The boy grabs that specific buzzard and stomps on its neck, and then pulls its wing off and then kills it.
Comments
sweet
i am pumped
Ashes Ashes, Swag Yolo.
but i look like a moron in them
alas
at least i have nice hair.
gonna have to do that this weekend.
(*Animates*)
Sad Cat.
a burger.
Snakes are for appreciating in a visual manner, not a gustatory one.
Snake got what it deserved
~Eve eats snake~
lol.
Makes no sense but I laugh anyways.
"I deserved better" says snake.
"what you deserve, huh" Adam retorts.
~snake is abandoned~
i am the other way around
every hat suits me. all of them. but i cant do anything with my hair
Say the color, not the word
awww yeaahhhh
~pats Naney~
your punishment is now... Over!
Except not, enjoy a version of hell specifically created for you.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
District curricula required it, though, and made it essential to the grade.
And now she's all heartbroken.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
What's wrong with the book?
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
the three essentials of life
Until one bright cloudless summer day, he forgets. Once he's at school, he remembers and wants to rush home to put Gabilan (the pony) in the stable; but his teacher tells him that there isn't a cloud in the sky and it hasn't rained for months; and, besides, the chances of a horse as healthy as Gabilan getting sick from rain is one in ten-thousand; and the chance of a horse as strong as Gabilan not getting better is one in a thousand, and even then, Billy Buck (the stable hand who helped the boy train Gabilan) is the best horse doctor in the country and maybe the world and has never failed to cure a sick horse that could possibly be cured.
So the boy stays at school, and, once school ends, he rushes home to find that it rained and Gabilan has pneumonia. What follows is simply sadistic. Lovingly rendered details of how the disease cripples and slowly kills the noble beast from the inside; page-long descriptions of pus clogging the throat and blocking the breath; descriptions of mucous filling Gabilan's eyes and making it impossible for him to close his eyelids, and all the while Steinbeck tells you how the horse feels.
Billy Buck cuts Gabilan's throat to get the pus out, and we get a paragrph of it that still makes me want to retch when I think about it.
Gabilan seems to get better, and even his eyes start clearing up.
But then Gabilan gets worse and runs away to die.
The boy finds buzzards eating his pony, one of them pulling black fluid from its eyeball (another paragraph that makes you retch). The boy grabs that specific buzzard and stomps on its neck, and then pulls its wing off and then kills it.
And that's part one of four.