Twas so long ago now, since I knew true peace, the kind which frees one from all obligations. I recall those moments fondly, yet know they cannot come again. Obligations, are healthy. The ones I set for myself aids me through each and every day, despite them perhaps, greedily devouring my time. If they were not spent on my obligations, I would have wasted them elsewhere.
The greatest part of the obligations.

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Morbid curiosity has gotten me further than I would like to admit, times I prod past the veil of taboo and work my way into someone's deb. There is only so much to a person's physical form, and the grander your understanding of it, the closer you get to the spirit. For if you can understand its control scheme, the way it has to puppeteer this meat suit, the more your grasp its limits the further defined the negative space of the ethereal creature becomes.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

As days blends into months, our perception picks up speed, as years go by each day becomes an ever diminishing part of our lives. What was once a week feels as but a day, and hours shave as minutes once did.
And yet, some days lasts, if we make it so.

Happy Filthy Friday, and a Happy Vore Day~.

We have a new story out this week, where the human Rarity and Applejack (also human) have been together for a whole year, and that simply has to be celebrated.
Find the story below, but know it is quite filthy~.

Sometimes it is just sad. Sometimes you just want to hurt people, as if it would sate the cosmic balance. Sometimes everything falls apart around you, despite your words, despite your struggle, despite you.
We try to keep that a "Sometimes".

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Sometimes I just want to bake bread. What kind? One I can knead, one which I can force all the thoughts and distresses of the day to day into, one that not only is capable of taking the force, but will grow from it, will mature and develop until it is presentable. I strive to do the same.
One day I will develop gluten.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

It does not matter, if you do not have energy. Two separate forces dictating our reality. What is matter, what is somatic, has ties to the energy that fuels it, though they depend on one another, their visits are not more than transient. Our bodies do not make energy. We invite it. Or we dismiss it. Sometimes, there is no choice to be made.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Long nights, starry skies, finding amazement in but a minute detail of the complexity that makes up our lives. Even the most common building blocks of our worlds house great mysteries. Every grain on the highway of live has its story, a mimicry of those that thread it. Highways, towards the infinite, towards the origin of light, we realize even illumination is a mystery. Our knowledge still outside the reach of its nature, what it is, why it behaves as it does.

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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~.

We conclude the small party surprise today, the usual warnings apply, but always feel free to read if you dare~.

And so the morrow passes, and so the dawn is gone, before I got to say hello it left me all alone.
I speak with it to twilight, I speak with it to dusk, I always get so sleepy, passed out in evening's musk.
And so I try to speak again, with morning as it dawn,
but when it shows and when I am there, all I can do is yawn.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Farewells are difficult. Often it is unexpected, the deed is done, the stone laid, text printed. You cannot help it at that point, the finality has overtaken. But in the unexpected, a farewell never comes, it is left liminal: it is never to occur, and it has already been done.
Is it harder to say farewell in the moment. When it is known. When it is expected, than to never be allowed to ever say it.

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I await you in the evening, I see you in when it's dark.
You know of me, master me, yet you remain my slave.
I am by your side longer than any, yet my visage remains veiled.
And in the twilight of consciousness you ponder, the brief moment I am known.
Each of those moments, I scrub from your mind.
And await you again, in the dread of night.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Should I listen to the voices today? Would I heed the call set out for me? Shall I strive ever onwards on what missions have been put a-front? What is, the purpose, really? For someone of my niche, to strive feels purposeless, for what is achieved can again soon be forgotten, locked away within a glass closet, whose doors lay cloaked in dust.
But should I not to strive, then what would call shall I heed?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Today we'll show the continuation, and conclusion, to last week's story. The final rounds are coming up, and who will remain standing, remains to see.

Struggling, bending the corners of my influence, testing the limits to be met by nothing but sheer force. The limits are there not as a restriction to what lies beyond, the limits are the beyond, they are everything else there is. So, perhaps by struggling, I can reach further than I ever thought was possible.

Happy filthy Friday~.

There is a certain tranquillity that comes with nature, this grand,, magnanimous state of existancewe share. It is faulty to call it nature. There is a great disservice done in denoting it by but a simple word, with six frail letters. for it cannot be contained in 6, 12, or 18 symbols. Were we to take all literature relating to nature, and compile it to one single tome, would reading it, still even give a spectre of the magnitude of nature? Even if we did. It would escape. It always does. It

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Separated by a thread,
over the abyss.
Latched together one more time,
every day a miss,

Tensions mounting,
All are shouting,
Silenced by a kiss.

Happy Filthy Friday, and a Happy new year~.

My perspective of time ran out.
It didn't tell me when it was going, perhaps it wanted to pick up some ice cream. A time sensitive dish, as they all are, though this one more than most readily available alternatives. Perhaps it needed to cool down? You usually do not rush out in a hurry, without saying where you are going, when you are calm and collected. I ponder if I should go out and find it. But, perhaps I'll just let it be.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

I still wish to see more, to know more, to understand, more. This more keeps me going, has my senses peaked, has my interest captured. And I barely understand what I already have, what is important to me is n disappears in a haze of striving towards new goals, towards new horizons, towards new... more.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Today we have a new story, a follow up on a tale posted just about a year ago, the ever month late Lazy August makes their return in september. However, what is going with her lately? Has she got butterflies in her stomach for somepony?
Or somepony in her stomach for... butter, purposes.

Suppose You will have to find out~.

Once there was a bird ruminating,
they sat on an egg and just waiting,
For motion they heard,
then thought the bird,
Whoever's inside is just baiting...

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Greetings, and welcome to Filthy Friday the Thirteenth~.

This will be the last filthy Friday for neary a year's time, so of course we-...

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Tailor thy vest to suit thine needs,
Tailor thy vest so you cannot breathe.

Take a stance to face the world,
Take cover in shadows from all it hurled.

Tread with vigour towards thine goal,
Tread in silence, so no one beholds.

Thus you ensure that you see all,
Thus you ensure no one sees your fall.

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The times move with us, though we already knew that. It is in fact our perception of it which makes it tangible to us. Tangible, though not tactile. In that line of thought, time only exists when we care to let it. when we bother to give it a glance, or obsess over it with zealous vigor.
Then, taking a break to relax, holds a temporal duality:
It is the single largest waste of time.
And a moment where no time passes.

Happy Filthy Friday~.