Goodnight folks, today was a really productive day at the office, and I'm wiped. Although posts were maid on the blog, the actual writing for the longer posts takes time.

So I'm signing off for the night, and everything will start up again tomorrow. So far nothings planned to be posted, ideas are still being pitched, weekly, annually and daily articles are still being tested and created, so we will be sort of slow with posts. But be patient and keep tuning in, you never know what you might stumble upon here.

And now a peice of my own poetry, from my set called "A Day for Sleeping under the Clouds: A Pegasus and her tall tails of wonder"

"She bakes, and she bakes, and she bakes those wholesome pies,

It smells delicious here every morning.

The more I try to move my concentration,

The more I let my mouth water

Theres no sence to pleasure. Our painfull waiting on a hot pie is.

If god didn't want the pie to vansih too soon, why,

why make a smell such as that!?

Temptation is the key to pleasure, without the temptress, we are all

sinners of lust, a lust for the tarty sent of lemons and pine oils.

She bakes, and she bakes. and she bakes those wholesome pies..."

Descriptive writing peace "For whom do these bells ring for?"

The Earth Pony~ "A Day for Sleeping under the Clouds: A Pegasus and her tall tails of wonder" (2012-13)