affame_le_geant_paperhorse_writing fyn gula "it's only lies that i'm living it's only tears that i'm crying it's only you that i'm losing guess i'm doing fine." ~beck, from sea change "are you girls ready?" twinkletoes called from the back door. he was ready, having brought out his paper- horse and hooked it up to the corrugated cardboard cart with its newspaper-stuffed bristol board upholstered seats. his voice broke the uncomfortable silence amongst the gathering in the garden shoppe caused by the madrill's creation of a name, which only blurred the fine line that existed between the madrill's present existence as a new friend or mysterious stranger. "we're coming!" thora called out, and moments later they stepped through the open door that twinkletoes held for them. the madrill avoided his amicable gaze, as if eye contact would further accuse her of her crime against hospitality. he dismissed it as understandable shyness. thora stopped when she approached the paper-horse and the madrill noticed she had a sharpie pen in her hand and was writing something on the withers. she knew about this from an e-zine article she read in "the fallen sky journal." it seems paper-horses required their riders to submit a written entry upon the available spaces left on their bodies before they could ride or be transported within a cart. the madrill surveyed this particular specimen and he was quite embellished and illustrated, almost complete. and when he was filled with words he would be free of his services, and at liberty to pursue an independant life along the bianca strada and beyond into the far reaches of kemulya. the madrill remembered seeing one that set up a business running poetry slams. nivekwood faeries, drunk with acorn wine would pay good money to crawl about its festooned, muscular structure and read the various entries made over the many years of its tenure. however, twinkletoes's particular paper-horse still had empty spaces at the right hock. the madrill would be required to write something and she accepted the pen from thora, when she finished writing, "nicole kidman's prosthetic nose is the bomb!" the madrill already knew what to do and this impressed both thora and twinkletoes.. she thought what she would write and while they waited, twinkletoes and thora made out, but nothing overt or sloppy, just a few kisses, no tongue, mostly long, hard embraces. it had been a while since they had seen each other. the madrill bent down on the belgium block driveway and gently held on to the paper leg of the horse. she was pleased how it yielded. and then, still cursing herself for the blunder she caused by stumbling with her name, she wrote the extension of the current state of her heart. "i can't believe i have a devil up my sleeve and he's talking to me. all i wanted was to have a good friend." 030113 ... robin hill farmfish what would you write? 050714 what's it to you? who go blather from