Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

I'm pretty sure many of you remember Koko. The dog from last year who I struggled to take care of over the course of the summer and eventually surrendered her to West Seattle Animal Hospital.

I was at the Ballard farmers market the other day...The same market I took her to the day I got her over one year ago.

It was then that I locked eyes with a white Shiba inu... One who had distinct facial features similar to hers. But physically heavier looking with a full coat of fur.

Could it....Could it have been her?

If so...I helped her get where she needed to be...I'm truly thankful for that.

I have a command of language...But that doesn't mean I enjoy it. In fact, I come to absolutely despise language for the barriers it puts up.

The baseline of language is to divide. Categorize. Separate. And from that division, categorization, and separation comes prejudice.

It separates "intelligent" beings from nature. Which in turn leads us to separating from each other.

In a world without the division, categorization, and separation of language, racism wouldn't exist. Sexism. Homophobia. Transphobia.

None of that would exist.

Because a world without language is a world without division, categorization, and separation. To awaken on a spiritual level that is beyond language only makes that more abundantly clear...

And all the more alienating.

When you've got that fiery passion in your eyes...

Oh my god. After putting these new glasses on...EVERYTHING is sharper than a tack! Like...Whoa. I just upgraded my eyes from 1080p to 4K!

This just in. Dork dragon is finally getting glasses~

Dragon in a human body drinks enough yerba mate to pierce the veil and harnesses the power of divine madness while working as a produce truck driver.

That's a hell of an elevator pitch for the story of my year.

@Kyresti If that's the case, I must have pulled a serious act of sabotage. I know I'm definitely an older dragon. One kin, a sea serpent, pointed out that I'm at least a lord in this illusory rank and file system. Upon closer introspection, I seem to pack the metaphysical punch of an elder.

@Kyresti It makes me wonder if I'm some kind of defector. That would be one reason for why my appearance in the physical realm was a choice I intentionally made. As a hiding spot.

I often find myself at odds with some of my more rigid draconic brethren.

Always clashing with their caste system of unquestioning loyalty while I'm clearly a trickster who pokes holes in the flawed logic of authority in an effort to take apart a calcified system and build something completely new.

Where I'm from, we don't just tread on rattlesnakes. We cut their heads off with a shovel.

Did I just frame a spiritual journey in the context of Super Metroid? Born into this world stripped of all your weapons, armor, and equipment and it's a journey to find them all and reach inaccessible parts of the map to finally defeat your own...

Mother brain...

Holy fuck.

When I was a kid, I was drawn towards walking on rolling logs and wire spools...

Could it be that my personal bubble=the circumference of the giant, malleable trackball that I'm currently walking on?

It's playing again...

Of course. As I'm sitting here having dinner at Luna Park Cafe, Puff the Magic Dragon starts playing as soon as I made this post. Gee! That's not synchronistic at all!

I reached that point in my spiritual development where high stress, nausea, lightheadedness, an 11 hour shift, and multiple psychotic episodes resulted in breaking through to the possibility that I'm just walking in place while the entire world moves around me...

Perception is an illusion and everything is moving towards me instead of me moving towards it.

Driving a car is equivalent to the Back to the Future ride...

@moonlit Slowly but surely~

Alrighty. Got some good ambient cyberpunk music to chill back to. Let's get the ink flowing!

If any of you wanna come visit, I'll be at Super Genius Tattoo on Capitol Hill.