When one is bent,
to feel content,
you might resent,
to pay your rent.

"What good's it for?",
"They need no more".
Then they appear,
at your front door.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

These are odd weeks. moving so quickly, yet taken up by nothing.

The world is odd now,
however I see it change,
soon won't be the same.

Hope you are all enjoying your filthy fridays.

There is an event coming, a month long event.

Stuck in a nutshell,
riding on a rut-o-hell,
with a wingless angel and a witless thief,
a journey to surpass the limits of belief.
For what can expect the ones lacking expectations?

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~

The roly-poly has a lot figured out. This Graymaiden stays protected, living in the places other do not look for in places shielded from sight. Whole societies spring up under rocks and moss. Even when they are found, their last defense is rolling together, curling up into a ball of security, a personal safe haven at the cost of being cut off from the rest of the world. Their whole life follows that plan, and they have survived this long.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

What lie does one lead to impress oneself? Does it coincide with one which is desirable to others as well? Or are the two forces in opposition to one another?
How far does cooperation get you, when you spend more than you receive?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Today we do not have a new story, but it should be coming up next week~.
And it is fun one~. It has some of the funnest ponies out there.

But that is for later.
For now, you mares enjoy your grass, I am gonna go get high on life.

Have a pleasant Filthy Friday~.

Glad to have been back and posted a bit more on here lately~.
It comes and goes when I get a chance to write about something relevant for this site, but it is always nice to share.

This week we do not have much of anything new, but there are projects in works. Projects that -- like a lot currently -- have been put on delay until I have handled some personal business.

But we might be seeing a new story here as soon as next week.

Keep your ears peaked and your eyes bulged,

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Distractions are what makes up life. Down to its core. Joy, pleasure, sadness, grief. Whatever it is, it is something to do. And the times where we have nothing to do, is the time where we get closest to that fateful, dreadful moment. That which followed us from the beginning. What we are distracting ourselves from.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

An oknytt stands by the edge of your door, an ear lent to hear the building speak, it sees the lone light through the glass pane, a flicker that means ill.
An oknytt through the gaps does soar, the untended flame it seeks, once found extinguished by a slap of its winding tail, a silent sigh as all fall still.
An oknytt wanders through the rooms, observing the slumbering gathering, spent it reckons.
An oknytt, satisfied, departs to snowy looms, Wanders homewards, through starlight's beckons.

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Stars are wondrous things, but you know all about them already. Will there ever be a time where you know more than you can learn? How many lifetimes would you have to experience? How many roads would you traverse, before you learned all you desired of life?
Funny thing, desire, we believe it is a sensation that will be satisfied once we acquire the object of our want. However, desire is ever present, it only changes what it projects upon.

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This week we have a new story to share, one involving The Orchard, a pleasant bar where like minded pony folk can relax and indulge in some depravity. And sometimes, a mutt or two.

Struggles harden the mind, through the weight of hardship the body molds.
Stress toughens the body, through the pressure of failure the mind buffs.
Both follow a pattern, weaving through one another, to craft the felt of consciousness.

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Long days, extensive nights, our experiences are warped by our minds, by the way we have experienced. The matters which mean little or a lot, or nothing it all, it still holds impact. Every step leads you close, uneven, pristine, or forgettable.

Happy Filthy Friday, and may you step into the new year in a stride to be remembered~.

Life is not a road. It is not a linear path to travel down, despite an uncountable myriad possibilities lay nestled between each edge of the path. We do not walk the road, we have been to every part of it, and yet experiencing it for the first time. We craft our own understating of reality through the lens of our ones perspective, a perspective molded by ourselves, and tinted by communion, relations, experiencing, the collective minds blotting out enough of the world that the negative space

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While threading the road of life, whether in the warm or cold grey light, we will pick up luggage; ballast we carry with us, that weigh us down.
As time goes on, it grows. Guilt, anxiety, and other ailments. Carried for too long, and their scent will grow rotten. But by that point we do not notice its smell, we are used to it.
It is only when we acknowledge that we carry this luggage, that we can discard it. While the scent will linger, the journey will be lighter.

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For how long can you claim a role in the story?
If your significance declines and you see the others carry on, how long do you convince yourself that you are still important. Your presence has value.
For how many times do you see them require less and less, and your arguments fall shallow on ears twisted away from your words.
Surely, your presence has value...
It surely does, but perhaps in your story, instead of theirs.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

We also have a new story going up today, where Pinkie Pie herself appears to rescue a dear friend from the clutches of dreadful bureaucracy. Quite a filthy one this week, but lovely a goofy at the same time~.

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Restraint is a skill one learns. Restraint remains a constant through a life, a hidden variable to all. When young, exploring what is hidden brings the greatest adventures. Thus, we push our capabilities, until we reach the limits and find the restraints. However, then we might just try again. A new angle, another method, testing the limits and surpassing them. With age comes wisdom, and one can distinguish ones restraints. Thus, we do not test them, we merely accept them. Despite their nature

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I saw them far away, they did not consider me at first. I had seen such many times, and they became but a fleeting image passing the balcony of my senses.
Yet, something curious happened: they saw me.
I wasn't prepared for this, why would I be? I had seen them days on end, and we had both carried on. I still would, if not for the gaze that met me. They made me stop, they made me think, to consider them. As I imagined, they considered me.

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What trouble us can easily stack up, and when you have your gaze aimed forwards, you miss the luggage which weigh you down. However, many of us know it is there, we simply tell ourselves that we can handle it.
For some weights this is true, but if we use the excuse enough, soon we pick up and carry everything, unable to leave any worries behind us.
Acknowledge your weights, and they can be lifted.

Wish you all a Fun Filthy Friday~.

On hills of grass, rolling beneath the stampede of hooves, they come marching. Strangers to each other, but nonetheless siblings. For they were all moving the same direction, clutching the same goal in their chests. The sun fried them in heat, but they moved on. Sweat drooped down their sides, but they moved on. Eyes glanced backwards...
But could they move on, when what had brought them together, was now chasing them out?

Happy Filthy Friday.