Arklow's English

Narrated love-letter of what makes racing by creatures (the beautiful shapely Earth-horse) a portrait of cool-conversational Earthling keratin for superstitions.

Horse-racing culture vignette. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of sports fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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"I had always found my Selfie-interests in things of American Homeland horse-racing and breeding and quality-marking for that special whispery creature of manes and muscles and wild intelligence for control and track-mastery after reading an iconic work on the magic of the horse as a school-boy (ok). Now, as an adult, having made $15M on Wall-St. during the '09 mini-crash (Ford), I'd the special-chance to invest in an upstart-racer company (Arklow) for an American South Selfie-comment for superstitions/touchdowns (Facebook-like!)."

READER: Well, Arklow maybe is just that...upstart.

ME: He's got a micro-race at Churchill-Downs; he can take it!

READER: Who's to say that micro-race isn't the end-all of his upstart-life?

ME: This company's got what it takes (for 'field goals') to become millionaire!

READER: That's an American dream...American talk for American life, friend.

ME: No, it's Facebook-like (for the romance of creatures on Earth).

READER: Really?

ME: Doubtless (Facebook-like).

WIFE: Congrats.

ME: Thanx, wife.

WIFE: Arklow's millionaire (official).

ME: Everything begins with some charm.

WIFE: Lucky we're both Catholic (humble/rosy).

ME: American life is pillows, no?

WIFE: Ford affords...

ME: Facebook-like.

"Well, after settling down and celebrating the joys of family-life in the American Homeland, I knew my once-upstart racer-company ('Arklow') had afforded me some 'extra credit' mantle for feeling like an Earth-capitalism educator of sorts...and my wife cheered the personal(s)-growth for the Ego. Arklow gave me everything, and I felt the magic of investment made for the culture-American charm of things of vintage/modern track-and-fields flowery (ok). It all began with Ford on Wall-St. and it all ended with Arklow, the now-millionaire (Selfie-like)."

READER: Americans appreciate the dreams of art, friend.

ME: Surely.

READER: America's seen Pearl Harbor and 9/11, ok.

ME: Sure.

READER: Arklow's helmet.

ME: Surely.

READER: Capitalism makes for sculptures of the gods, eh?

ME: Even in Hell.

"I never doubted Arklow would achieve something in the universe of race-consciousness, but to think the upstart racer-company I hand-selected post-work on Wall-St. would become a million-dollar note had become my special American/Catholic/Earthling joy...it was know-qualia. I thought back now to my school-boy years reading of that magnificent horse-creature of magic and related it to my now-superstitious ornamentation of what made capitalism a 'lifestyle' knit(s) for leviathan/uncertainty."

RACE_CAST: "Here's the army stormed out of the gates in the grand American South...and look, oh no, it's Arklow, some creature not-anticipated to take big-bite out of this ambitious cast of creatures, friends...but no, there's a 2nd-horse seemingly trying to dilute Arklow's sudden glory...but no, Arklow manages a tight end-distance cool grip to close out a complete race knit, worth a citizen's/fan's shout for (American) know!"

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)