Some words hold power in the same way the unknown does. I can take comfort in words, every day I see them, they imprint a calm in the knowledge I am aware what each one means. That is, until posed against certain, particular compositions of letters.

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Once when I was younger, I looked upon the cities and streets. Eyes growing wide as I turned to my guardian: "But, to think of all this street, that takes so long to build."
"Yes." They responded.
"And look at all these buildings. It takes so much work, from so many people, just to raise a single building, and we have so many of them."
"Yes." They responded.
"Is it not... bewildering, to imagine how much work this all must have taken?"
"Yes." They responded.

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Yes you read that right, I am postponing the return of Journey To Hearth's Warming. Instead of it returning in February, it will return in March. This is due to to three massive things that I need to worry about. First, this month's return to university work was rather bumpy so I need time to adjust. Second, you might have noticed I started a new story called Friendship Needs a Bodyguard, though I have been working on this piece for much longer then you might think I do want to get some way

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Sometimes I wish it wasn't time again. And the fact I do tells me a lot about myself, there is still a lot to learn, a lot to accept, a lot to make peace with. If I ever wake up, and wish I had but one more day, then eventually there will be no days left. So one day, I will wake up, and feel... content? Perhaps. Or perhaps when all preparations are fulfilled, there will just be emptiness.

Happy Birthday to me~.

I would like to be a worm. A carefree existence, where I eat as much dirt as my stomach can hold, and unload it all the same.
Where I remain hidden from view under a cool, safe rock.
Where if I were split in twain, I would have a new friend to nurture together.

The more I think of it, the more my life resembles that of a worm already.
We even bleed the same.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

It is the final week of Weirduary, but it has been fun on the sites I could post those stories.
There are plans and eager for new pony projects, but with all the work the events and more has taken, they will not be tackled quite yet.

Though the wait may not be too long.

In the meanwhile, any of you have some grass?
Why are you giving me that look?
I want some. I am hungry.
It is nothing weird with grass, right? Hay?

Wishing you all a fantastic filthy Friday~.

Another week going by, like a trailer on the highway of existence.
would you ever think to hick-hike when you do not have a car? Or perhaps you peruse existence on a bike, taking in the scenery?

Do you ever stop to think of those who have to walk? Those who choose to walk?
It is a tough road to tread, but they will stay on it longer.

Effort and hard work pays off, and the journey is the goal.

Happy Philosophical Phriday.

I know I didn't tell anyone I was writing a new story but I really wanted something to show for it first. I don't have an ETA on how the editing process will go down but historically these things take anywhere from 3-7 days depending on the availability of my editor and prereaders. Suffice it to say I'll post it once it's ready and I'm not looking to rush things.

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Life does not have to be all misfortune, but you aren't getting it without effort. Be it as little as the strength to open your eyes. In seeing both fortune and less, contrast is built. Through contrast we can view the world in new ways, and work to change it for the better. Though, sometimes it is not your own eyes which you have to see through.

Happy Friday the 13th~.

I have launched the Original Fiction I've been teasing at for so long! You can find both Fortune's Fate and Wizard Space Program on my New Site, among other places. More about them below: for now, UPDATES!

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Thus the time of change comes, the world alters around us. Each step, each decision, we mould it. And it turn, it moulds our vessel. But, that is only what the world interacts with, our masks. There is something deeper, the roots that fuel the high crowns of verdant splendor, something our decisions merely scratch the surface to.
Yet, in time, even that can wear.

Happy Filthy Friday the 13th~.

There is this phenomenon, where what an artist puts the least amount of time and effort in, compared to the rest of their works, will be what gathered the most attention. If it received 20% of the work, it receives 80% of the attention. Some say it is close enough to be likened to mere confirmation bias, you see the times an artist has a catalogue of work they are proud with - less so the further back you go - but what got them where they are is in comparison, small, inconsistent, reductive...

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It is a funny thing, because I haven't thought about it much. That thing which many crave, to which so much prose is drafted, to which so many tunes are sung. Perhaps it has been easier to not think about it. Perhaps it is something I desire, despite the fact I have not sought it. There is a nagging sensation in my mind, asking me if I can truly be satisfied without it. The answer has always been foregone for me. But, perhaps it is just foreign to me. Unlike so many others, who claim: we're no

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Well, it took a bit longer than I'd hoped, but I'm happy to announce that I'm ready to start publishing the sequel to my first fic, "Late-Night Conversations", beginning tomorrow! This is a direct follow-up to the first story, taking place two days later, centered on Sunset and Wallflower as they face each other after a year of distance following the events of Forgotten Friendship. The story is five chapters plus

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How much excitement is your time worth? If an experience brought you less excitement than it has done in the past, is it worth less to you? What if you did it with someone else? How much is their excitement, worth in terms of your time? Had you spent your resources elsewhere, and gained further satisfaction and excitement alone, was your time better spent? Each other person, surely does the same, so should each care only for their own investments?

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Long nights and cool stars, the sounds of road frogs croaking, time passes us by and through it we venture. Some steps you have cherish, the ones you enjoyed the most, for their mark on you is fleeting, and on the road even more so.
It is the memory that entertains the goodwill of those steps, even if by time the memories erode and reshape. It does not matter if the step you remember were in reality as great as you conceived, all that matters is what it means to you.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Forgot to post this earlier when it was more convenient, but...

New story, based upon Vapor Trail and the origin of her cutie mark in an Alternate Universe, formed around the idea that she can teleport like a unicorn can, but without magic. This derives from a theory that I had while I was in the shower, as most good and / or strange thought come to you when you're left with nothing but endless imagination. It's strange, but has a sweet and cute side to it.

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This week, we continue with the chronicles of the unfortunate Changeling, though this time, they are going on new ventures. Another chapter opens, and we will see what fate he shall be lead to.

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That is all

_{New project coming soon, part of it coincidentally lines up with the image above...}

We have another story coming up this week, part in a series. Depraved debauchery going down at the Orchard over the new years it seems, in with the old, out with the new?

What is a jelly without the gel? Why, it would be Y. A lonely letter, cold and dry. Least no one is yelling at it anymore.

Happy Filthy Friday~.