Swords and Dragons

It was a sword. It was pretty good too. And fast to create. However, I did it about 4 days ago. It probably shouldn’t still actually be stuck there, but because I’ve been having Whore Baths** instead of full-on-showers for the last 4 days, there it is.

And I figured since I’ve been slacking with the Conditioned Hair Art, I probably shouldn’t let this one get away.

Dragons. Then Swords. Next, I’ll have armor. And THEN we’re all going on a proper adventure. It’s been some months since proper adventure, after all.

You know too much. Lucky You.

Grace.

**Whore Baths: When you get naked with your hair tied up, in front of the running bathtub faucet. Splash, soap, and rinse ONLY your Pits, Ass Crack, Cunny, and then get the fuck out of the tub to start your day. 

The Dragon Goes Rrar.

It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these. But, I’ve been seeing these guys all over the place, so….

They’ve been SPEAKING to me. Of strength and trust and wisdom… Which I find VERY very interesting, considering all-the-things. They were in the habit of not so much speaking, but being threatening things to stick swords into.

In highschool, I carried around a dragon shaped eraser in my red and black Lumber Jacket, under my white leather jacket with all the tassels. He was purple. He came from a cereal box. I think it was Lucky Charms, but I could be wrong. (I’ll have to Google that shit later. ) I would pull him out, look deep into the eyes of the person who he was being presented to, and in a deep gravelly voice, go :

“Rrrrarrrrr!”

Anyway. Not exactly sure what they want of me NOW. But, it has something to do with timelines, reconciliations lit by Blue Light, and gifts for ultimate choices.

Rrar.

Grace.