Ruminating on endings today. One day, either my sadness will end, or the world will. Everywhere I look, only apocalypses. Positive or negative is yet to be seen. I want to be like Waymond, but I think most of the time, I'm closer to Jobu Tupaki, desperate to just surrender to the everything bagel.

I'll make you a beautiful monster, I fucking promise. I really fucking promise.

Apparently, the Kirkcaldy production of Gilbert And Sullivan's Ruddigore is a happenin' place fer furries, iffin' the 10 folks listed as 0 feet away on Barq are any indication.

We all exist in the folding of the universe, where tab A meets slot B. And that's beautiful.

Deleted scenes

Now I have some new roommates n a new look, but I reckon I'm still the same guy as ever

After gittin' a drink at a local bar, I snuck around their planet n gained access ta their house.

The probing was the roughest part. Now, I've been known ta play Hide The Banana from time ta time, butt....

Reckon the face might be an improvement 🥸
Was in Roswell. Saw a flash of light, and now I look like this.
Reckon some aliens may have injected me with DNA from a gorilla.

Another Roswell video fer y'all! Gittin' probed sure can give ya gas! (Pictures ta follow)

Greetings from sunny Roswell!

We made a mousefriend at a minigolf place a few days ago. Why, yes! We DID feed him nacho crumbs!

The Sky is once again blue, and maybe the algorithm of this site might see fit to push my posts to friends. I'm very tired of just having fake sexwomen following me on the hellsite.

Always.