Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

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

Why not make a little besom?

Holy shit! I killed that interview. They'll let me know if I got the job on Wednesday, but something tells me I got this in the bag.

Never underestimate just how powerful of an ally adaptogens can be. Reishi and chaga mushrooms are a particularly potent concoction. Add a little kava to the mix and you'll feel like taking on the whole world.

I look forward to the opportunity of seeing Leave No Trace.

Honestly, that's the first time in forever that a movie trailer made me cry. It struck a chord... A deep resonance with the two main characters that sent a sensational wave coursing through me.

Of course it's made by the same studio as Captain Fantastic. Potent emotional swells is exactly what I come to expect from Bleecker Street.

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.

Huh... I didn't expect two nonmoving violations to appear on my record. That was from the time I was harassed by that Biff Tannen cop in Auburn. On top of the accident I had four years ago. I hope that doesn't hinder my chances of getting hired.

Alright. I passed the phone screen. Now I have an upcoming in person interview this Monday.

Oh my god! I'm excited about tomorrow! A local produce wholesaler arranged a phone screening for a van delivery position. I'm definitely gonna give it my all.

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

On the bright side, I have a friend who's willing to help with dog sitting her. At least until my mom can pick her up.

Greater incentive for me to get situated in stable housing is taking better care of Koko.

She barely touched her kibbles over the last few days and she's been constantly itching. Without a bathtub handy, managing symptoms is way more difficult.

I've been rubbing coconut oil on her belly and giving her benadryl. That seems to help. I also added wet food to her kibbles and she scarfed it all down.

So now I know she probably has irritation in her throat that makes dry food hard to eat.

Earlier today, I felt so numb to it all. But now I'm erupting like a volcano. Halfway to Issaquah I started screaming uncontrollably.

Jesus fuck... My head is spinning out of control. Making up stuff that isn't real and tearing my sanity apart.

I'm going to keep moving forward in a positive light, but I have to acknowledge that I'm in a deep, deep psychological shithole that I'm slowly crawling out of.

As I was lying on a couch today I had flashbacks of police lights and flashbangs. Fucking he'll, yesterday penetrated my psyche on a deep and disturbing level.

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.

To further elaborate, this sick fuck had an expression on his face that was downright sinister.

His glistening eyes and deceptive grin had me wondering just how many abducted children he had in his basement.

A seasoned killer with a badge and a gun who spent decades perfecting his craft.

This wasn't the brute thug of a cop who harassed me in Auburn last spring. This man was sly, cunning, and relied on his clever wit. Tacking on an ice cold aura of feigned benevolence.

Right now, I need to focus on getting my life in order. My comrades and I are about to hit the road after spending all day in Portland. Another reason today feels like a week? We left at 5am, got there at 8. Arrived at the counterprotest at 11:30, and stayed in downtown Portland until 4pm to witness not just the horrors I described, but a whole lot more...

When a stun grenade explodes above your head for the first time, the shock will be stuck in you head long, long after.

The first time you see someone's head gashed open by a "non-lethal explosive", breaking through the helmet to expose brain...

I need more time to process this... It wasn't just Seattle PD I dealt with today.

I also went against the cyborg Nazi cops of Portland in an act of war against peaceful protestors.

Today feels like a week went by...

Honestly? I'm scared of staying in Ballard right now... I would greatly appreciate having a spot to crash with some good company because the thought of it is still rattling even after having time to process it.

His tone of voice, his creepy smile, that sinister glare in that fucker's eyes.

I could easily compare staring down a cop to facing a wild carnivorous animal. You're dealing with a predator that you have to face. Don't run, or it'll trigger their prey drive.

This shit just happened to me in Ballard. I was waiting for a friend, and two bored-ass interceptors surrounded me. One of them had a creepy Hans Landa vibe as he started interrogating me.

They eventually left me alone because I kept calm. But the fact that this happened in my neighborhood is triggering my PTSD.