Golden Swords and Flying Horses

You know, this blog was a lot more fun when it was illicit. So much has changes since those first fateful days I ever put pixel to, uh... pixel (???) but anyway folks, the point is: so much crazy shit has happened, I just don't give a fuck, you know?

Now, now, little puppets! You know I still love each and every single one of you... yes, even you... but, well... the world has exploded. I mean, seriously folks: when I was young, we just didn't TALK about anything, much less THIS.

It was fun poking holes in those inflated boobs of ours, feeling our minds deflate along with our egos... but all good things must come to end. I am talking about that time when we finally decide to swap places with our fantasies.

Now don't wet panties thinking of some scenario where I somehow tear you from your chair, or wherever you are standing, reaching through the screen and literally drag you into a digital world of my own devising... or maybe I do.

So like, my life is changing in so many fabulous ways. Won't you come with me? Or would you rather go about your day only dreaming about what is possible. Why even stretch those limits and jump right into a whole reality?

Enjoy?

Chrysaor?