Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

After I looked at the state of the Eyrie's backyard, I had an epiphany...

I'd love to go around to all the Postfurry houses and offer to mow everyone's lawns as a sort of community groundskeeper. That actually sounds really awesome. xD

Growing up in a small Montana town, there was never an escalator in sight. Hence when we traveled, I milked going up and down them for all it's worth. Akin to riding a ferris wheel.

As I'm writing this, going up and down the still-running escalators at Ballard Blocks, I seem to have reclaimed that simple pleasure I enjoyed many years ago.

Listened to the Kithkin album "Rituals, Trances & Ecstasies for Humans in Face of The Collapse" for the first time in several years and have recovered my deep and emotional love for Cascadian Treepunk. The most underrated musical subgenre I can think of.

Somehow, the lyrics of Toxicity by System of a Down is really fucking relatable at this point.

I'm starting to realize what an absolute importance it is to spend as much time as possible with my kin.

I have a broad network of human friends within various groups and social movements. Regardless of the fact that they're friends, interacting with them drains glamour. Which is easily recharged in the healing company of my fellow kin.

I've learned it the hard way. Immerse myself in too much Babylonian bullshit and it's guaranteed I'll go fucking bonkers.

I'd love to host a dragonkin meetup for the Seattle area one of these days. Make it an outdoor excursion where we unleash our loudest roars from the summit of Mt. Si.

A part of me is inclined to just dedicate an entire month to taking a vow of silence and disappear into the woods.

After a period of time, you stop thinking with words and reconnect with the universe on a primordial level.

You know how some people love blasting the ass out of their bass going down the road? Northgate way, my entire van starts shaking. Before I know it, my frequency is thrown off to the point where I can feel my soul separating and all I could think about was getting the Fuck away from the noise.

I was so distracted that I almost rear ended someone. Slammed on the brakes, and a red SUV almost rear ends me...

The same SUV that happened to be blasting earth shattering bass.

There's something nostalgic about eating a cold can of spaghetti-Os on a summer evening.

Oh my god! I love how this came out! The antlers, the wings, the tail, the tummy. Perfect!

So looking forward to coloring it!

Koko's got a bacon flavored doggy tincture! Hopefully this helps with her skin inflammation.

Something is telling me I should be having antlers instead of antennae... With modified prehensile wings that have an iridescent insectoid membrane.

The last year and a half, if not most of my life, I've been tossed around like a bean bag by one uninitiated man child after another.

I'm fucking done with it.

I need to do what's best for myself. That means finding work that doesn't trigger deep seated problems that involve dealing with these kinds of men.

Thankfully, I have emotionally mature individuals in my life who are willing to help guide me down my correct path. That, I can be truly grateful for.

As fun as said job was in the beginning, I'm starting to realize how badly it's taking over my life and my creative drive.

With all the projects I want to work on, I need to find a job that's closer in relation to those fields.

Does anyone else ever been stressed to the point where not only does your brain fog up, become dizzy, and frustrated. But you also start feeling this deep burning sensation in your chest that resonates through your body as if you're about to spontaneously combust?

That's how I felt after last week. I haven't had any motivation this weekend...I slept all day.

If other projects demand my attention, maybe it's time for me to find a different line of work with skills I already have.