Time stretches on, with you in tow or not. It asks not to keep up pace, merely to stay on the path. Each a step, after another.
But what if, there really was something beyond?
Beyond the veil of the route that engraves existence, beyond our grasp of life?
Is that a place we can walk to, or do we simply fall over the edge?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

We have a new entry in the Lustbound Chronicle today, one that is technically out of order. A look into what the future might hold for the stallion of the hour~.

Precipice of action, a weight towards stagnation and an abyss of possibility. Picking specks of sand from the broken hourglass suspended above me.
Picking, picking, picking.
The same grain appears again, again, again.
it calls, more friends come ticking.
And the balance continues ever onwards.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

There are times when you stare downwards, at your feet, your path, your problems. It is all you see, everything directly around it feels unimportant, distant. Stare too long, and you will not know where you are headed.
Once you look forwards, you cannot see yourself, problems are still there, but there is a goal.
It is uplifting, and sad, to think that is the way to handle any crisis.

What happens when you look up?

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Treading towards the end, watching the cobble of the path fall apart, but the rocks staple together beneath my feet, each step progressing as if nothing happened, as if everything was right. But then, before the fall, new pathways converge, cobble clatter together, and before I have a chance to look down, the path is the same as it ever was.
And so it will be, until that fateful day.

Happy new Year~.

Hey folks! MagicalPony2099 here!

Well... I got a new story idea for a new displaced story that I want to write. It's like this...

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HAPPY NEW YEAR YA FILTHY ANIMALS

I'M ON A BARGE SOMEWHERE ON THE HUDSON RIVER

THERE ARE DRINKS

THERE IS A GUY IN A HOMEMADE KIMONO

HE OFFERED ME A JOB

I NEED ONE OF THOSE BUT I SAID NO CUZ I'M A DATA ANALYST AND HE NEEDED ENGINEERS

GOODBYE 2021

THE PARTS OF YOU WHERE I WAS ASLEEP WILL SORELY BE MISSED

The story itself will be up Sunday. Hope you dig it :)

Seeing is believing. That is what is said, right? Though that changes drastically with context. In the world as we perceive it, we trust what we can see, we all collectively believe in this interpretation. However, in belief, the object of worship is not, if ever, to be seen. Other than those who believe to have seen it.
But who sees them?

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

What is it like to come to terms with one's conception? That brief moment where void and existence married, the instant our lives began. What was before? A question often left by the wayside, and yet as relevant as what happens afterwards. Most conclusions draw back to the moment, where we are simply happy to be.
I am happy to be, and I will be happy to have been, for that brief instance in my future.

Happy All Flanks Day~.

We have a new story today, great way to start the year. This one was part of another Pony art pack. And isn't particularly filthy or lewd. A story about being left in the cold, and the choices you make in the face of neglect.

Time passes by quicker than expected, only because my perception of time is flawed. After ignoring it for so long, I suppose I should have seen it coming.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Are transient joys, even joys to begin with? Can you be satisfied with something if you are well aware that it is not to last? For some it is fine to live moment by moment and enjoy times as they come. For others it is not the joy itself but the promise of future pleasures that sustains them.

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We keep contact brief
and hope it is leading,
to a sigh of relief,
once no one's left breathing.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Wash your hands, 30 seconds.

I look upon the fruit's grandeur: its shell vibrant with a scintilla sheen of its hues. Within housing pods of nourishing, supple syrup. Each pod holds a seed, the intended recipient of the fruit's benefits. Were it not for the seed, there would be no fruit, were it not for the seed, there would be no plant. And yet here I stand, holding the fruit, claimed for my own. What right do I have to it? Other than that which I attributed to myself.
And yet, I am playing right into the tree's trap.

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Three peas in a pod laid resting,
while the morning sun laid cresting,
the pod opened a creak,
from the peas no a peep,
as the first pea tumbled through.

In their slumber, more space felt welcome,
though keeping still neither did seldom,
and so with a bump,
an impromptu jump,
and the second pea tumbled through.

The third pea had all space it'd desire,
fading off in the dream court's choir,
but without a support,
the pod would contort,
so the third pea, tumbled through.

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Perception and interpretation: Key to the establishment of connection, between living beings, and said beings to their surrounding. Two creatures holds different perspectives, yet if they share the same interpretation, they can communicate and relate to one another. Perception is grown from birth, the moment we gain an understanding of the world around us. Interpretation is taught, and lays as the foundation for our communication and triumph.

Happy new decennium~.

A human sees flowers, all in a row, they lean in and smell them, make time as they go.
A beast sees flowers, down their list, they grasp and pick them, leaving dew in mist.
Down the list goes, the judge reads them all, passes the beast a sentence, to lay down the law.
The human keeps walking, away the judge gaze, for crime is the act of beasts, abstained the human's ways.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

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Those of you who liked Goodnight Sweetie Belle, will definitely enjoy this one, as far as the mood goes.

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Hey everypony! For those who were upset about the end of Earth Without Us, worry not! The next story in the series has just been released, and you can read it here:

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/363997/pap-bedtime-stories