Time slows, the seat carries us upwards towards the stars, past the vail of grease that swathes the heaven in clouds and into the stuffed nothingness. Here there is peace. For a moment, there is respite and relaxation. Imagination, the place of escape, the place we dare thread, away from our own existance. Yet, imagination is branded with more than just escape. It is where our lives lead, it is where we envision the path.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Duality. Such is the way of perception. We perceive the world according to our own perspective, tailored by thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Our way of viewing is our own alone, and with others we craft shared viewing. Two people seeing an art piece experience two different sensation. Yet, as soon as they discuss and share, they can form a common ground. Which is then, the correct way to view the world? Or do we see in numerous ways, and become selective in the ones which we follow?

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Will I spiral into nothingness, were I to find the depths of the mind? Beyond the drain of thought and sanity, a veil immeasurable and insignificant. There are those who claim to have seen before it, some for a cause, some without. But how much does one have to believe, to claim the unknowable for no purpose other than an unachievable self satisfaction?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Fun little Pinkie Story to come today~.
Be on the lookout in your gardens.

When the darkest nights are coming, when the sun breathes a sigh of relief,
how the spirits are ever longing, though their visit might be brief.
Masks are brought and placed upon, ripped from many mannequin,
they take the streets to roam thereon, the mask unveiling what's therein.
all year they play a masquerade, until late in fall they're free,

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When we let our mind wander, is it taking its own journey?
Considering how it steers us down the path of the conscious, is it then free when we allow it to saunter as it pleases? Or is the lack of connection and influence eon the rest of our body in fact depriving our mind of its impact in our lives? Is it locked in a cage of its own design?
If so, it is quite a relaxing experience, to be caged in yourself.

Happy Clean Friday~.

Whether it comes by bird, post, smoke, sound, or light, all communication is tainted by people. Both directions, in every exchange, recipient and orator engaging in a melding of perspectives, a filter unique to not only each individual, but each exchange. Time and effort is required to clarify ideas between the parties. That is to say, if each party does not intend to influence the other...

Happy Filthy Friday~.

We have a new story today, one of Princess Celestia Indulging in a Taboo feast, and later paying the price.

Choice is a powerful concept, it implies a certainty of power, in what lies behind the right choice. If I am offered choice, and I choose to do nothing, it is powerful. It lets me have a kind of peace, it puts me in a spot where I have something I can do, I am wanted, and I choose to do nothing. Resting, while you are wanted, it a delicacy.

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I have a lot of little things, it is how i keep myself occupied:
Wherever my eye lands there is a place of intrigue, of comfort, of stimulation,
and it gives me no hope to rest.
I have a lot of little things, It is how I keep my memory intact:
Each object imbued with energy, past experiences and emotions that remain through time,
and it lets my mind wander forever.
I have a lot of little things, it is how I judge my value:

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Prisms reflect the skies ahead, marking shards of possibility through the the darkness. The streak through the canvas of creation, falling towards the abyss. In its moment of fall, the dreams turn tangible, moments before impact, closest to the hands wishing to hold them close, the desire to believe. A transient visit from the ethereal, and even among those who try, few grasp these shards, and those that do might hold so hard it rends their hands.

Happy Filthy Friday~

Worry melts away with time, when we realise there is no one who knows the ins and outs of everything. The most comfortable plunge off of a cliff, is the one of accepting the world bigger than any person can fathom. Made comforting, by the fact, that you join everyone in the fall.

Happy Filthy Friday~

There are too many ethereal wasps drilling through my head to process what you just said? Could you take it from the top? You said something about a warning not adhered to? I am uncertain what the bull squid would have to say about that.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

To split a worm I have done it a disservice. Though some consider it a boon. A worm should function still, with all its necessities nested along the body. So, who is to say that cleaving it caused the worm any misfortune?
Shared joy is joy doubled. Shared sorrow is sorrow halved.
Yet the worm, is no more.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Wash your hands for 30 seconds.

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How long does a life progress without building on the foundation of another? Life primarily exists as it is fueled more life, at the very least, it is an effective system for beings of higher cognitive function. Is it noble to aspire to such heights, knowing the stepping stones one has trod upon?
And yet, all stand on the shoulders of giants.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Greetings one and all,
sometimes while you stroll down the highway of life, you stop and look around you, there you can see the wheat fields of life, life's savanna, the lively mountains and not-so-lively forest, just a second of contemplation leads you into thinking of just how much life is made up from.
But then you have to return to walking down the road.

Have a wonderful Filthy Friday~.

A chance is a dangerous prospect, and something not to be missed. With one blow you cleave a tree trunk, or your ankle. A moments thought can leave a lifetime of worry, or be one step forgotten on the road to success. Each decision melds into one another, each cause and effect blending with it. Until the point, where many experience it as a mere, neutral, grey.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Is the wander down the road of life mandatory? Is it an undeniable urge seeded within the infant before its conception? Is it the common goal of a grand subconscious? Perhaps it is not a choice, perhaps we cannot leave the path. Kept on it by the machinations of an affecting force.
Or perhaps it does not exist until it is viewed. The moment the veil is pulled and we look down, we become able to see the road for what it is.
Until then, let us keep gazing at the overhang of stars.

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Wash your hooves, and get some candy ready~. You never know who will come visit.

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If the moon was a lake would the heavens be an ocean?
Yet a lake is but a drop to the vast expanse of space.
If the moon then was a lake,
I'd be content to dip in a drop,
and leave the vastness above as the sky.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Dark, is the road, stretching beyond our vision. Few see its end, some are wise to it, yet once you have reached that point, your journey is set to change. Wherever we saunter, endings come. Even our time on the road. Thoughts to be considered, but not consumed by.

Today's post brought to you by the absent of the mark after K, because sometimes keyboards break.

Have a Great Fithy Friday~.