i adore dragons, i cannot lie.

as a skeptic imposter seeker, i personally believe that the majority of sincere religions that hold up the hopes of broken souls on this planet contain some small remnant of the past and who we were. a schizophrenic confucius say for you that you probably won’t find in the art of war by sun tzu, yet still bears relevance to the warrior and the provider… “only a fool sits idly by and allows his life to be taken.” that statement has implications way deeper than its casual dogmatic use implies. referencing dante’s inferno and its ninth level, you have to harbor an infatuation with an entity that, after hundreds of thousands of years of evil… being the only one that possesses the constitution to exist in the flesh on it’s lowest level. we christians call it “gehenna.” excuse me for being seduced by these lies of being tethered to some form of flesh but as a mortal that’s all we know, everything has to be scrutinized relevant to us because that’s what we seem to be to ourselves before we pass on and leave our precious sentience behind. my brother i hate to tell you playing the rule of the firestarter, the path to Godhood is long closed. the path to original manhood is long sanctioned and forgotten. i’ve asked myself over and over again… why is it that african hair is the only hair on this planet with shameful connotations that prompted us to celebrate madame c.j. walker when she began that road to tame our eyesore locks? but i digress, in a culture with two major dialects for their population and a simplified character system to sate those without the intelligence to learn the original version… plus fact being that the characters are intricate and have to almost be drawn so keyboards have to be coveted for university because if you’re an exceptional touch typist tapping a key as opposed to drawing a character covers rock almost nine times out of ten… it’s almost believable that in the name of valor and divine passion a hundred foot tall hundred thousand year old lizard would fight so frequently and violently that it would leave behind the frailties of language and lack of action. maybe the idea for simplified chinese was theirs. now, never being sexually abused myself i can’t speak for emotional but the way i understand it… an exceptional human being referred to as a “dragon” is one whom is strong of mind, body, and spirit or some combination of the three… you walk that path, lack of emotion will come. however i’m drinking that dragon age kool aid right now, get it right you sound like a ho. these goobers swear they sent me to hell… didn’t i mention levels? alot of praying, alot of oddity, or maybe i’ll just forget myself like everybody else… for those of you in between that slippery slope chronograph… fate favors the bold, not fortune.