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May
1st
2020

An expected ill · 10:58pm May 1st, 2020

Wash your hands.

A branch knocked onto the explorer's head,
they thought nothing of it, and went on instead.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's chest,
they thought nothing of it, ill time for a rest.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's neck,
they thought nothing of it, and continued their trek.
they paid no attention to what latched onto their nape,
for while out exploring, every branch looks like a snake.


Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Jan
4th
2019

A Year to Spread and Expand · 11:24pm Jan 4th, 2019

Thus we rise once more, stand to the sound of the becoking call of the unknown we cannot but fear and revear equally, the fuel which propells us into vast stretches of never before experienced moments. The roads trails ever forwards, and who are we to deny its lustre?

Happy new year everyone, and I wish you a Fantastic Filthy Friday~.

Oct
24th
2020

Waiting for Hibernation · 1:17am Oct 24th, 2020

I move too slow for time. It will not listen, it will not yield
My feet drag behind me in the cleft of weaving moments. Time can not listen, Time cannot yield.
I shout my frustration, condemning each future or past moment with one of my present.
Time has no ears. Time has no blame.


Happy Filthy Friday~.

Oct
4th
2019

Sickly Days, Spent locked away · 11:42pm Oct 4th, 2019

Days pass, the campfire is lit. Sparks fly and stories are told, knowledge shared and wisdom grows. Age and knowledge cultivates into the cornerstone of civilization. Despite the stories being told, for the most parts, were those unconcerned with worldly events. All were important, both in their own way and their contribution, yet at the moment it was a way of spreading joy between neighbors.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Nov
27th
2020

Inkess of Dreary Days · 10:31pm Nov 27th, 2020

Floating in silence. There is no embrace to catch you, nor bottom to reach. Falling was lost on you long ago, the sense integrating to your thoughts, your sensations, to your routine. Perpetual. That is how your mind sees it. That is how you make your mind see it. The thing with falls. Is that there is always a bottom.

Happy Filthy Black Friday~.

Mar
2nd
2019

Marching Affection · 12:39am Mar 2nd, 2019

Rainfall reaches far, stretching beyond one person, one understanding, one experience. It cannot be taken and contained, not shaped and crafted to give a whole of its event experienced through a single pair of eyes. Who is to say what pespective, time, or length a rainfall truly is? When it is all a collective of numerous opinions, of subjective experiences.

Have a Fantastic Filthy Friday, and a Wonderful Week~.

Feb
9th
2019

A few steps from the past · 12:39am Feb 9th, 2019

Steps merge into one as we journey, one to the next, so that there is no longer any one, and the steps taken are long gone. There is just the next, for life does not slow down, and each action is in preparation to a future event.

Wishing you all a Fantastic Filthy Friday.

Jul
26th
2019

Psst, I snuck in from Eka's, heelp · 11:57pm Jul 26th, 2019

As easy as it flies in our grasp, it flutters forth into the abyss. Who is to say they have any grip on this world? Every moment is fleeting, every action meant for not. Time mends suffering, the only way it can.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

May
17th
2019

Depth of Knowledge · 11:39pm May 17th, 2019

Time goes by, hands turn wrinkled with experience. What do we see in those wrinkles? Seldom clean, as they forge they open the gates for dust, dirt, and grime to nestle their way inside and clog every crack. It goes too far to wash out completely, yet without the dirt, the wrinkles themselves would be made harder to distinguish. Through hardship, our experiences are defined.

Happy FIlthy Friday~.

Jan
26th
2019

A Venture of Foil · 12:31am Jan 26th, 2019

As night showers from on high, there is relief flooding through the the internal web of brawn and musculature. A sense of ending, a sense of rest, and a promise of passing. Each time it comes, whether rest be night or day, the constants are welcome. For the road on which we tred changes by each step, it gives us something to adhere to. Despite, even this promise, is not to last forever.

Happy Filthy Friday, and keep your eyes sharp~.

Feb
2nd
2019

A brand new dancing Tale · 1:46am Feb 2nd, 2019

We have a new story today, and it is a naughty one. Beware of promiscuouse filth and lewdness.

About time I got a commission for a pony story again, has been a bit, but it was enjoyable to work on it and the process was quite smooth.

This means no poem or journey text this week.


Ahhhh, we can have one either way.

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Jul
23rd
2021

A Desire for Summer · 9:39pm July 23rd

There is a new pony artpack, summer edition, which I can not link to here, but if you find my other Septia accounts then you can find a link to the artpack~. A lot of artists making some fun content for it.


Sometimes, it does not go the way I wanted it to.
It still goes.
And while I can, it is how I react to the changes that determine my path. The path has but one end, until then, it only forks.


Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Aug
9th
2019

Post Vore day~ · 10:16pm Aug 9th, 2019

Fester, thoughts believed banished, rising foam of doubt and terror sprawling through our mind. A call of falsehood only fuels them, the more we think of them, the more life they are granted. The past is only real because we recall it, our memory dictates what remains in our reality, and what falls by the wayside. Despite being selective, there can always be the hermit thoughts, those too deep to pluck, who foament doubt and sorrow, we believed to have banished. A hole in a puzzle, is as much

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Oct
15th
2021

Anal Vore Autumn Art Pack Unleashes · 9:44pm October 15th

I have collaborated with some great artists to bring out another pony artpack.

Anal vore Autumn

It contains animations, over 30 illustrations, and a new story of mine that has a tie in comic by Dendollae.
Blazeblue, Augustbebel, Crazy Water, novaspark, Ladytechna and more are all involved.

Head to Derpibooru or Eka's portal for the announcement, since I cannot post links to it.

The artpack itself is on E-junkie.

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Dec
28th
2019

Ends of Times · 1:11am Dec 28th, 2019

I begin as I end, in the comfort of myself. Each cycle I live for the moment, content in leaving the chasing for others while I delight in the moments I have and keep having. I think little of the past, though I hold it in high regard; I strive to satisfy in the moments I live, yet every moment passes me by; I see everything around me just for what it is, and yet I am blind.

Who am I?

Happy Filthy Friday, and a pleasant new year to you all~.

Dec
7th
2019

Duality in time · 12:16am Dec 7th, 2019

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~.

Oct
18th
2019

Slow = Fast · 10:43pm Oct 18th, 2019

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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Sep
20th
2019

Hallucinatory Time of Respit · 11:56pm Sep 20th, 2019

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~.

Feb
29th
2020

Leaping Through Time · 1:06am Feb 29th, 2020

Does this day, even exist?
Is a day that appears once every 4 years, still a day? What makes it less of a day? It has a morning, midday, evening; the run rises and sets; the world goes about its daily business. But the people, the people know this isn't a "real" day.
That brings them comfort.
Comfort in the chaos.


Happy Filthy Friday~.

Jul
3rd
2020

Remember your steps? · 11:44pm Jul 3rd, 2020

We move in unison. Each taking our own steps at our own pace, yet all striking the ground at the same time. We perceive otherwise, we see others, notice how their pace differs, how ours matches our heartbeat, how theirs goes off track. We judge without seeing from their perspective, and miss out on a lot we would understand if we were walking their pace.
However, most of the time, people do not notice.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

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