Day #4

Entry #2

Busking is boring, but profitable. I mixed it up with some music from the 30's and the ponies seem to like that better. I just modify the lyrics a bit, and they pony up quite nicely. I'm saving up to buy some saddlebags and a few more pencils, as well as a sharpener. The thing I'm most glad for is, not only do the ponies speak english, they also write it. I won't have to learn a new alphabet or language, although that would be interesting. I've been listening to the ponies gossip, and so far I haven't seen any signs that I'm in a world run by a tyrannical Celestia. That doesn't mean I'm not going to do all the research I can at the Manehattan Library. I need to find a hotel or an apartement or something; I can't keep sleeping outside, and I'll need a bath soon.

I should probably check what sort of literature these ponies have. I could probably make some money with Kafka or Lovecraft, if they don't already have them. Sci-fi might work, but I don't think Heinlen or Asimov will appeal to them; dystopias don't work in a seeming utopia, so no 1984 or Brave New World. These ponies are so fucking boring; it's like being stuck in a world full of the whitest people imaginable. I'm never going to reveal my humanity; we don't need their fucking pity. When they've gone through the conditions and problems we evolved with, then they can complain.

I'll update when something interesting happens.

OOC: Most entries will probably be this long until Poniville, and even then they wont be story length. The fact I'm able to write anything at all with my disabilities is still amazing.