Antoine Pesne, Prinzessin Amalia von Preussen als Amazone detail, ca. 1738-57
Can we have a cheesy gift shop attached to our hovel?
Well we’ve got to pay our internet bills somehow. Polite tourists will be allowed to leave, impolite tourists will be zombified and enslaved.
Well, there aren’t supposed to be. They’re an invasive pest species; people get them as pets and then release them into the everglades where they proceed to eat the native animals and fuck up the ecosystem. I think you can use google-fu to find photos of a python and an alligator that were found dead, eating each other.
Can we declare ourselves warrior princesses of the swampland? Is that a thing? Lets get into voodoo
Yes, warrior voodoo princesses of the everglades. We’ll wear sawgrass headdresses and feast on swamp apples and roasted buzzards.
I’m going to school in Florida. This can happen.
I’ll get our hovel all nice and ready. We may have to tame a small herd of bears to keep the pythons away.
I am finding it difficult to come up with reasons not to say, “Fuck it all,” and go live as a hermit in the swamp.
I’m not even being hyperbolic. I live in Florida; this is a legitimate lifestyle option.
You’d miss me terribly ♥
This is true…unless you come live in the swamp with me. It’ll be fun, we can practice arcane swamp magic and ride alligators.


