When you're fucking with your watch while driving, trying not to crash… because the frustration seeping into the steering wheel while being slapped silly in perfect time to An Ode to No One induced said₁ fucking watch to panic like that little yappy thing that was chasing some similar (yet yapless (and much, much larger in scale)) thing when said₂ similar thing suddenly turnt to jiggle its jowl, causing the ground to shake (at least, it sure as shit felt that way to said₁ little yappy thing)… teasing its siren while working its way through a countdown you must, per the pixel values of your watch's display, figure a way to stop else we're callin' emergency services 'cause we done detected a crash.
When you're fucking with your watch while driving, trying not to crash… because the frustration seeping into the steering wheel while being slapped silly in perfect time to An Ode to No One induced said₁ fucking watch to panic like that little yappy thing that was chasing some similar (yet yapless (and much, much larger in scale)) thing when said₂ similar thing suddenly turnt to jiggle its jowl, causing the ground to shake (at least, it sure as shit felt that way to said₁ little yappy thing)… teasing its siren while working its way through a countdown you must, per the pixel values of your watch's display, figure a way to stop else we're callin' emergency services 'cause we done detected a crash.
On Dragon Weaving
What I Suppose We'd Call the Preamble
Honestly, I haven't a clue why, in February of last year, I found myself pondering the web of dragon mythology that so ensnares the imagination of man. Of how the machinations of my mind materialized the path it would then travel, I've an even clumsier grasp. I believe there is something significant to be found within the folds of fumbled expression held by the essay I had composed. Now, a year later (finding myself in possession of more diversely and formidably equipped faculties), I shall recompose its art and prose, hoping to attain a composition that more capably communicates that which I have to say. It shall begin with a declaration. It shall end with an appeal. Two waypoints shall lie between the beginning and the ending. With a little luck, journey's end shall bring clarity to the both of us as to how and why the path was chosen.
