Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die historic on a fury road!

On my birthday, as I was perusing Quest Books, I found a 44-card shamanic healing oracle deck.

Actually, it's more like the deck found me. Picking it up felt like a shockwave.

The moment I bust it open and started anxiously shuffling, a card falls out. Card 36, "Grounding."

This morning, I asked about whether I'll move into the tiny house and I drew card 3 "Slow but Steady."

Damn... I seem to have a better connection with oracle cards than any rider waite deck I've touched.

I was gathering some cedar leaves to make smudge bundles when it dawned on me.

Why not make a little besom?

Thinking back about how fucking cool it was to go inside a live/work loft made up of the whole tower of the old Rainier Brewery. Living in that unit granted access to the roof where you could actually climb up and touch the big red R.

I could picture a group of postfurries living in a 5+ bedroom tower of a delapidated old brewery. Hiding away in the industrial sector of this cyberpunk dystopian hellscape known as Seattle.

Oh my god. Koko has a new lady bug friend. xD

This is exactly what happened yesterday. Patriot Pukes were corralled in a metal play pen and were chartered in and out of Portland by way of little yellow school busses.

'bout time I got that hair outta my face!

When a bag of weed explodes all over your backpack and your tablet becomes the dankest one of all.

While getting a tattoo is a ways off, I figured I'd get a head start by drawing a concept with a sharpie. Every time I look down at my forearm I see scales in my freckles, so it's nice to see them being brought to life.

In my case this is incredibly difficult to gage. I've already disappeared into the woods, I've never felt human to begin with, and I still hold onto babylonian communication devices that keep me tethered to the other side of the veil. Also I'm a dragon, not a werewolf.

There's a happy ending to that carjacking incident. My friend recovered his vehicle and everything in my backpack was intact. The perp's girlfriend pressured him into giving it back. Talk about dodging a cosmic bullet the size of Uranus.

First night reunited with my old tablet and the power of the forest has my creative drive burning like this morning's fire.

There's nothing I find more stress relieving than taking a hatchet to a widow maker. Look at all that firewood!

Landed a jackpot with this campsite! There's even some old growth nearby. If anyone wants to come visit, hit me up!

Furries were here. No wonder I was drawn to this spot!

I just found my new living room along Tinkham Road in Mt. Baker Snoqualmie national forest. Still have reception too! Fantastic!

Also found an adorable tank top with clovers all over that was just screaming for me to have it. xP