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[wackywriting]

Centaurs are not mammals, but they arent insects eaither.

Me and my friend just talked about this; here's what we've found

Dont have an exoskelition, cant be an insect

Vertebrates are all based on the same structure. All mammals have the same bone structior with a spine, ribs, pectoral and pelvic girdle and 2 limbs on each.

Centaurs have two rib cages (horse and human), and six appentages. Impossible for a mammal exept for mutations

Then cant all centaurs just be mutated mammels? No. Becuase 6 appentages is the biological standered for a centaur; a mutated centaur would have more or less then six limbs

But what about platapuses? They lay eggs and that should be impossbile for a mammel! Yes, but platapuses have the same bone structor as any other mammel, centaurs do not (as stated above)

How to fix this? Introducing: Centaurs are their own class of animals

[wackywriting]

The Roaches

Pounding. Loud, mechanical, pounding. Pounding day in, pounding day out. Clang. Clang. Clang goes the universe. Clang goes the sound of the pounding. I watch from my windows as it continues; I watch from the opening of my eyes as it rings through my soul, penetrates my heart, and leaves but a husk in its wake.

I find myself in an empty room where the pounding continues to rattle my brain. Lights flash brightly, murmurs echo but they’re drowned out by the

BANG  of the POUNDING in my ears. The silence draws nearer but I can't reach it as the noises collide with my fingertips, blocking my path. A separation of where and who and if and the. The silence is so far yet just beyond the

POUNDING. Oh. I am going insane. The whirling crazes me and my vision blurs. The world around me falls as all I can hear is the lack of silence. Oh when will this world silence me?

I can feel it, there, oh there, right on my arm. Look! See! Behold! The source! It’s a bug. Oh. Silly me. I see. A roach. A roach. Just a roach. Yes. Bug. The roaches have multiplied. They crawl in my ears. They silence the pounding. Silence the noises. Keep the world at bay. Keep the silence silent. But silence is not what i hoped. No. Silence is without the pounding. But silence is replaced by the shuffling of big-feet and their screams in my ears. The noises that make me pull at my hair and the screams that make me remember why I am here. Alone. Silenced. But the world isn't silent.

He’s here today. In front of me. Waiting. Watching. Listening. Staring. I see him in my sleep. He watches me. His name is LEPH EM.

Oh. let it be known. Let it be known of my great success. For pounding my head gently silences the world. Gently. Gently. I am tired of gently. Gently brings nothing. Aggression brings forever silence.

Someone new is here. They recoil at my touch, at my screams, at my insistence. He struck me with his hand. In this deep, dark place. Away from it all. We will escape together with the help of the roaches.

They let him leave. They hoisted him out of this rotting pit away from me. Holding him back from me. I will leave too, soon. Very soon. And soon they will see of my worth. Soon. Give me soon. Give me silence. 

The silence will temporarily be fulfilled. He’s here again. Here with a proposition: he will stop hunting me in the shadows if I help him. And so of course I agreed! The sun is dancing, the moon oh so bright. The stars, oh how I haven't seen the stars. Oh how my legs shake with every walk but soon I shall run.

He does not like the roaches.

What is this feeling of liquid down my head? Where did it come from? Why is there ringing to replace the pounding in my ears? Oh. Help me. Help me, so. What is this? Where is this? Am I back in the dreaded pit? No. I am laying dead on the ground. So the pounding continues as my heart does not.