Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

Anyone in the Seattle area wanna hike up Mt. Si tomorrow? It's a medium difficulty climb. 8 miles round trip and 3150 foot elevation gain. It's gonna be clear and beautiful!

Still. I know I chose this plane of existence for a reason. And I'll continue to learn what I can from it until it's my time to go.

I feel like a cartoon character from another realm who was curious about what it's like to be a human. Totally underestimating just how fucked up such a decision would be.

It comes in waves. Feeling as if I have a gaping wound in my heart that's constantly spurting blood all over the ground. Hunched over, eyes squeezed shut as all of my regrets come crashing down like a cascading waterfall that my tears wind up lost in... I can only move forward, reminded that there are still parts of my brain that are broken, and each day I make at least a little bit of progress in fixing it. But good god...It hurts... It hurts so much...

Given my wings are a projection from my internal energy field, every time I get in my ship they dissolve and fuse into the driver seat as if I'm jacking into a mainframe. In a sense, I'm transferring energy to the vehicle so it becomes an extension of body.

Hey everyone! Friendly reminder that there is a barbecue tomorrow at the arts collective in Ballard at 7pm. Weather tomorrow seems to be cloudy with no precipitation so that's a good sign! Location is 4701 Shilshole Ave NW, Seattle, WA 98107

For further updates and more direct communication, feel free to join our telegram chat here:

https://t.me/joinchat/BagHukbC5UWW1Fzwb4ujbA

Today was the most cartoonishly weird protest I have ever been to in my life. I'm talking American storm troopers, a hip hop group stumbling in the middle of it all, and a female riot cop holding her baton with a crooked grin that reminds me of General Engle from Wolfenstein.

On top of that, we were tailed by a swarm of bike cops in a game of cat and mouse as we were looking for a place to de-bloc. We got out by the skin of our teeth.

I have an obsession with utilitarian items. I can never have enough pockets on me. Cargo pants, hunting jackets, belt bags. Anything I do to carry everything I need on my person for any situation.

The only reason I would ever go to Idaho is to visit the coastal disjunct rainforest. Nothing else...

Okay, maybe Silverwood as well. But That's about it.

No caffeine, no food since this morning, and stuck alone in congested I-5 traffic for two hours... Perfect opportunity to go crazy and scream at the top of my lungs! Passers by probably thought I was a raving lunatic, but it didn't fucking matter! I feel sooo much better.

Now to reward myself with the first meal I've had since those cashews and cookies for breakfast.

For anyone who's interested in checking out the Cascadia Arts Collective aka Art Social Society aka Compound of Synergic Reverence, I started a chat for organizing events and keeping people up to date with the biweekly barbecues!

https://t.me/joinchat/BagHukbC5UWW1Fzwb4ujbA

While not as delusional, dissociative, and discombobulating as sugar withdrawal, it does leave me feeling not entirely there. My ability to stay present is stifled and I feel like I'm being rude and inconsiderate at times... I apologize in advance for any behaviors that may ensue.

Actually, that's the perfect name for this kind of ailment. Caffienated Crotch Syndrome!

When ypur taint starts spasming to the point where jacking off is painful, it's time to quit coffee.

I know what part of my problem was. I'm stagnating. Time to make plans to do cool stuff!

Regardless, I gotta set aside some time tomorrow to walk through Schmitz park. Haven't been through a dense forest in a long time.

I've noticed that I'm becoming increasingly foggy, antisocial, and even depressed on some occasions. I wonder if low physical activity /caloric intake is causing my dopamine to crash.

I'm thinking I should work on quitting caffeine before sugar. I'm starting to get muscle spasms where I normally wouldn't, and it's miserable.

I don't understand why it's so stigmatized. I feel the most like myself when I'm alone. Only under the condition that I be out in nature. So far, my longest standing relationship is with the forest.

The forest doesn't judge, the forest doesn't try to modify my behavior, the forest doesn't have insecurities that are projected onto me. I accept the forest, the forest accepts me. Wild and free, as I'm meant to be.