Beautiful Kind

A Story by Abishai100

Mr. Amlan Satan selects a rare black horse field runner champ of a good kind but wonders if it's superstitions-value for Churchill Downs (racing).

A tale about premonitions for horse racing.

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Mr. Amlan Satan had always had a fascination with the grand muscular posture and stance and flowing hair of simple beauty of Earth's horse, a creature of pronounced motion and gallant visage and running speed impressions. He thought of the images of horses he'd seen in varied films and liked reading about horses and had seen horses in real-life too. Well, after making $15M on Wall-St. during the 2009 mini-crash (Ford), Amlan decided to invest in a black beauty.

SATAN (Journal): "The languages for adverbs of horses and racing lead us to the Triple Crown records of the American Homeland, and surely, those micro-races in Churchill Downs leading up to the big-show remind us that the quality of horse-citation and marks for breeding/rearing/celebrating is a library-microfiche 'consciousness' for those incomplete-lines of absolute wire dodecahedrons."

Well, Amlan Satan had the right-stuff languages for journals/streets for thinking his own black-beauty for Churchill Downs 'consciousness' would make lead for some solid intelligence for contours of wild-horse metaphysics and field-planting race-culture (Kentucky) but wondered if his black horse (Dartmouth) should be entered into the Churchill Downs language for competitive gambling/Selfie-likes.

ESMERELDA (Girlfriend): You've become quite the Gatsby for your black-beauty.

SATAN: Sounds-dialysis for the leviathan of my mod-Earth age of terrorism, hon.

ESMERELDA: Terrorism?
SATAN: The capitalism 'race' concerns track lines and fencing for net-exchanges.

ESMERELDA: You refer to the devastation of the World Trade Center (9/11).

SATAN: Will Dartmouth restore some 'IQ' for American Homeland tax, hon?

ESMERELDA: Sure (Selfie-like).

Amlan had found his resolve, at least for his black-beauty kind (Dartmouth). Esmerelda had become his special competition 'culture' counselor of the emotional variety (wow). Well, would Mr. Satan enter his newfound 'treasure' into Kentucky or simply enjoy his life with Esmerelda, with Dartmouth in his eyes...for the languages of Earthling super markets (and helmets!).