One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.

Some of them want to use you, some of them want to be used by you/Some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused.

Love is a verb, not a noun.

“What all the wise men promised has not happened, and what all the damned fools said would happen has come to pass.” ― William Lamb Melbourne

Stories about ponies are stories about people.

We’ve got dents and we’ve got quirks, but it’s our flaws that make us work.

It's fanfiction all the way down.

I write lots and lots of horse words; everything from comedy to drama. If you like what I write, please support me on Patreon.

“Trixie hates to interrupt a good monologue,” said Trixie, interrupting a good monologue, “but maybe we should continue it somewhere not on fire?”

I write things. Pony things are among the things I write.

The writing account of Deus Ex Equus.

The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai'don.