Darkness, and light, conflicting? Or is that just our perspective? When you look up at the stars, you see both the darkest, and the brightest place imaginable. but it is not separate, it is a whole. There, in the middle of extremes, we find everything, and everyone.
All walking the same road.

Have a wonderfully Filthy Friday and a great week.

Heard there are some things going down in the SepTia Patreon, for those curious in affecting future stories being written.

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What?

Every week does not have to be philosophy week?
Do we not all need a pit-stop on the highway?
Ever heard of a "Bathroom Break"?
But then again, for how long do you really stop on that highway, you have to be careful, others will not have the decency to halt for you. They also might want to use the restroom.

Once I had thought the road of life to be solid ground, only to be shaken when it gave out beneath me.

We have a story today~. The Chronicles of the royal flush continue this week with a rather reluctant contributor. Be warned of filthy content, as always~.

Times come and times go, opportunities present themselves and are grasped or ignored as they flow by. But time and opportunity wait for no one, there come other hands to snatch up what is forgotten, and other ideas to sit in the past's chair. If the time we live in slows for no one, why should we give it any other treatment?

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Hi y'all! I'm just dropping this blog since next month and 2020 is approaching fast. I still have plenty of time off from university to write more horsewords, but I figured it would be worth it to let you all know that My Stars and Garters may be the last story of this year, but that there is still more to come, uh, next week? Next year? I don't know, both work. Anyway, that multi-chapter story that was mentioned in the last blog is completely edited and stars Princess Celestia, young

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If this is still featured tomorrow, it will have been up there for four days.

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We have a new Vore Pony Art-pack released, check out Festive Feasting, find the link on Aryion or my other accounts.

I used to think of diamonds in the rough, those crumbs of greatness tucked away amid the grime. Searching through this proverbial grime was grand, for you knew that there was always a chance to find that one gem that mattered.

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To delve below the surface, is to desire sights unseen. I think often of the depths, what may lurk below the core of my understanding, beyond the grasp of a cursory glance, past the limits of casualty. And yet, few times do I act on this desire. Most time, I am content at the surface, for its glimmer in the sun, is so very pretty, so very calming.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Hey everypony! MLPFan9000 here and I am making a new story! Perfect timing since my story 'After The Snap' has 15 likes (40.541%) and 22 dislikes (59.459%) so this is a perfect opportunity to get out of that beef! Bye!

This week has been more stuffed than a snake after a lamb buffet.
There are lots of changes coming and they will take their time, for the moment there are not many completed projects that have a place here, but more will come in time.
I would say it has been extraordinarily busy if I have to say so myself.

For now, have a fantastic Filthy Friday and enjoy your week~.

Hey everyone, I've got an awesome story lined up for you here! Took a little bit to get the cover made, but hopefully you feel that this was worth the wait. Check it out: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/513304/dont-bug-me

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Today we have a big camping trip story, Twilight, Applejack, and even Rainbow Dash enter the realm of the humanoids, where one dare leads to another, which leads to a ton of messy situations~.

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For all the planning, for all the emphasis, for all the time laid down to perfect a single moment, that moment as all others will pass. I can tell myself that it was different, I can value that one moment higher than a hundred others. And perhaps, at certain times, I should.
At other times, I will put the weight towards who those moments were spent with, rather than what I was doing.

Happy birthday to me.

Happy Filthy Friday to you~.

Whatever horrors come our way we overcome them. We have far better horrors than that, nature continues to surprise us with the terror and dread that is out there, but the human mind has reached beyond it, it is from the human mind that the term nature and horror even exist. We have defined the tools, and thus we determine what scares us.

Happy Filthy Friday~.
Might be seeing some pony content next week.

Relapse. Rejuvenating a behavior you had long since hoped would be buried in your footprints. Have you stepped back on yourself? Tread ground you have been at before, knowing there is no grace hidden in that path? Or are your steps merely betraying you, likening one mistake to another, one fall for the next? What if they represented the same events? A life is riddled with woe, and we remain as the one we always are, an mistake in the present, is the same as the mistakes of the past.

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What does it feel like to be a tool? To be not of your own mind and sense, of your own desires and ambitions, but as the extension of someone - or something - unself? This 'unself' could achieve greater things than it could accomplish by itself, and all it requires is your sacrifice, your willingness to be a tool in the unself's hand. Perhaps I should know by this point. Yet, judge not your tools preemptively, they may host more than you bargained for.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Tremble. Is it a word of deeper meaning? One can tremble in fear, though one can also tremble at the prospect of something... desired. By this alone we could say the word has many faucets. Yet, does it? Is it not fear the trembles invoke even when in the context of desire? A dread of anticipation, if it all will truly work out? Is tremble then tied, irrevocably, to fear? Perhaps. And perhaps, fear is broader than common perception paints it.

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Today we have a story about Applejack out on Sweet apple acres. With the help of a crowd of farmhooves, cider season is better than ever. A festival for the apples is held, where everypony "enjoys" themselves to the fullest~.

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It can take a moment for a body to register what is happening, a moment where the flesh lags behind the mind. Sometimes this moment is unnoticeable, and at other times it stretches on for weeks on end. And yet it is in the body where we can relate and make feelings tactile. Is this lag between mind and conscious a desired outcome? Or merely a quirk of our biology? Who would figure it out first?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Is art, without observer? Is, any work, without a beneficiary? Is there creation, without a creator?

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