Unknown Mediastinal Mass

I'm going to break my DragnMastr13 kayfabe right now to address something serious that's been happening in my life lately.

Some of you know me in real life, and you also know that I've been having strange health issues for the past few months.

Initially, I thought these were related to some kind of mysterious allergic reaction I've been exposed to, but a few hours ago I got a step closer to understanding my medical condition.

After coughing up bloody phlegm in the shower yesterday afternoon, I decided to seek emergency intervention. I was given an X-ray, and CT scan, and the ER doctors confirmed that I have a large mediastinal mass in my chest–basically, it's a tumor.

At this point the doctors don't know whether it's benign or cancerous, but I have an appointment with cancer specialists this Friday.

At the appointment, they'll perform a biopsy to confirm what I'm dealing with. And then I'll know what my medical plan of action will be. If it's cancerous, I'll need to start chemotherapy immediately.

Needless to say, I'm in a state of complete shock. I feel emotionally numb at the moment, as the full weight of everything hasn't really set in. I don't know what else to say. I'll keep you guys updated as I get more information from doctors.

It's 6:06 am, the sun's come up, and I need to get some sleep.

A Polychromatic Epiphany

And when asked about the notion of duality, The Dragon Master spoke thus:

It may appear so, for the human animal seeks reprieve from the labyrinth and fog of life. But verily, I say unto you, duality is but a mere mirage.

The world is not comprised of a black or white binary, but of a spectrum of greyness. And what makes life worth living is the manifestation of vivid colors that saturate the white light.

It is so.

Sentimentalities of a Dragon Master's Ascension

An orphan child learns to numb His dependency, and disassociates from the bosom of His fallen mother.

Do not be fooled, this is not a tragedy, for it is the impregnable armor He will later adorn as He ascends to His rightful throne.

Although His campaign is wrought with casualties of immense proportions, He marches on–grittier, stronger, hungrier. He will not be denied the spoils of war.

One woman cheers Him on.

One woman emboldens His spirit.

One woman matters.

Let it be known, The Dragon Master loves His Abuela.

L.

Little Man

She owned a little man.

Not a little person little man, (although, he was little in physical stature) but one of little status and worth.

Her emasculating affections didn't seem to deprive him of his dignity though–he actually quite cherished her attention, and she cherished her little SIMP in return.

His little penile endowment was relished by her all-consuming cunt, and she endowed him with condomless sex, a justification of her intrauterine devices.

They were an odd couple, to say the least. However, they knew their roles in the pecking order, and perhaps this awareness is what made their romance most gratifying.

Expansions of a Suppressed Lung

There will be sepulchral spasms in life that will deprive you of breath–do not surrender, fight!

Endow yourself the time and space to reflect, and reincarnate!

Do not allow the apnea in these interstices strangle your lifeblood. Breathe!

Expand your lungs.

Expand your nerve.

Expand your potency.

You will inspire power, and you will use this power to force your fears into gaunt submission.

THAT

And when confronted to explain to them the meaning of the thing, The DragnMastr spoke thus:

"Do not concern yourselves with WHAT the meaning is of the thing, what matters is THAT it has meaning!"

The small crowd stewed uncomfortably in their stupefaction as He walked away from them in disdain.

Lesson: Personal meaning is most always understood in retrospect, and rarely in the present moment. Immerse yourself instead, with what makes you feel alive, while meaning ferments underfoot–you will know such things by their sticky residue.