Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

Because what good does throwing it back do? I'll use it to my advantage to grow a beautiful garden.

When afflicted with OCD, try as I might, it's hard to not take someone else's shit. If that's the case, I'll use it to fertilize my crops.

Having an open mind and ever changing opinion is karma. To unleash a personal attack on someone's character and spread gossip is dogma.

Dogma is an easy route to satisfaction, which in the long term comes back in the form of their own self destruction.

Karma, on the other hand, takes patience. It pays off in the long run to treat others the way you want to be treated. If someone treats everyone like shit, then they're gonna get shit in return.

I'll have none of it. Plain and simple. I work on staying preoccupied with meatspace to the point of not caring about it. If by some reason a part of my obsessive-compulsive mind latches onto some frivolous bullshit? It's a reminder that I'm not being productive enough, so it's time to get out there and do some shit! Shine bright in a sea of darkness!

To be even more specific on the variant of responses. Reflect the energy like a mirror, store it like a battery, or dissipate it into rainbows like a prism. With negative energy, dissipation is preferred.

More specifically, the energy that's put out by said situation.

If it's my response to a situation that matters, I'll just sit here like a crystal and let it dissipate into rainbows as it passes through me.

Jesus fucking Christ... I'm finally doing it. I'm going on a keto diet plus intermittent fasting and holy shit has it been driving me mad.

In all honesty, I'd rather stay locked up in isolation than have anyone deal with whatever demons are working their way out of me. I won't be socializing much. That's for sure.

I'll be fine. It's just a really good example of "this too shall pass."

This weekend is a perfect storm. Literally. I'm cooped up inside my ship, rain pounding, going nutty from the start of a keto diet, and I'm about to smoke a bowl of Alien Asshat and go soaring off into space in hopes I find whatever guides I need to make it through these turbulent times. Jesus fuck I'm hitting a whacky combination of extreme highs and extreme lows.

As I continue to seek out a streamlined method of describing postfurry, I can sum my perspective in one single paragraph.

While "core furry" is materialistic, Postfurry is existential. We collectively share the struggle of existing as nonhuman beings inhabiting a human vessel. Not only is it a gender struggle, it's the added effect of not even feeling human to begin with.

It's not easy to focus on living a long and healthy life in a society that promotes unhealthy habits.

For the longest time, not having enough food was a major issue. Now? It's eating too much. Society wants that. They want me to be overfed and sick. So my lifespan is nearly halved by my body's preoccupation with constant digestion.

I'll keep fighting though. I'll fight for my right to live past 100. Even if people scoff at my intermittent fasting or small portion sizes.

People are going on and on about how we're on the cusp of WWIII, and all I can think is "Where has everyone been these last 15 years??"

The third world war didn't start with nukes falling from the sky. We're already in it, and have been for a while. Because America was built on conquest, and by running out of things to conquer it lashed out at the world like a spoiled child because the system relies on a made up enemy to keep people afraid and compliant.

Then the X-Files being
Looking like some kind of blue-green. Jackie Chan
With Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of
Vanilla Chig Champa
Did a slow-mo Matrix descent
Outtathe buttendofthebananavesseland hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw
And my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip
And all I could think was:
"I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice
That I pissed my fuckin' pants!"

Fuck college expenses. Go to the library.

What better music to play in rainy, dreary downtown Seattle than the soundtrack to Blade Runner?

Holy shit. As far as big communal camping tents go, why settle for a 12 person tent? Let's fit up to 20!

https://rover.ebay.com/rover/0/0/0?mpre=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.ebay.com%2Fulk%2Fitm%2F173242842224

Holy shit. I just had a dream that I was collaborating on a project with John Carpenter.