MyLittlePotheads

Do you feel the colors? You should. Are you numb to the sensations of the suns? Bound and in binds to the bends and boroughs, waves and wounds wound within the confines of your minds? Electric erected eclectic images: that's all we are. Photos of demented dimensions, dead by extension, flowing and glowing through vain veins and rolling rays, like a star slithering through sand, the seduction of reduction is cataclysmic and anti-climatic. Within and without you, all you found is the illusion of round sound.

Howdy. Y'all probably already know me, I’m the honest, mild mannered filly with a gift for tendin to orchards; but in recent times I done got sick of my simple earth pony life style. Sure yall are probably like “why in tarnation would a pony with an apple shaped cutie mark ever turn to the crazy stuff I done?” Well shoot, I reckon it all began some time ago. I guess it all starts with somethin they taught me at Ponyville Tech: the dilemma of pony nature. I attended college to get myself a degree in business management a few years back along with a minor in agronomy. It was boring as shit, but I digress. In a class about the