The broccoli says 'I look like a tree', the mushroom says 'I look like an umbrella', the walnut says 'I look like a brain', and the banana says 'Can we please change the subject?'
I do things for the internet, sometimes unspeakable things, most of the time just editing for pony stories though.
Stories about ponies are stories about people.
Just a guy with too much time on his hands and a story to tell.
"Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be."– Clementine Paddleford
Black Lives Matter. Good things are good, actually. I write about wizards and wizards' apprentices. 90% of prophecy is just pattern recognition.
Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.
It no longer means what it once did to me, but I'll be forever grateful for this place and what it did for a younger me who needed it.
A guy with too much time on his hands. Enjoys writing and over-analyzing things.
I'm a sexy general who enjoys generally generaling.
Not the G1 Sparkler. Nor the G3.5 Sparkler. Nor the G4 Draft Sparkler. Nor the Winningverse Sparkler (even though she's awesome).
I'm 10% hydrogen, 18% carbon, 15% concentrated power of will. 3% nitrogen, 65% oxygen, and a 100% reason to remember the name.
Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.
All the world is indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers, and portrayers; each anothers audience outside the gilded cage.
Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”