Cherish the thought.

I've roasted a wealth of exotic things, All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings. Polished copper how I proudly shone, stealin' the fire of the blazing sun.

An indecisive procrastinator who, when not trying to figure out what to do with himself, writes like a speeding glacier. 日本語が分かりますか？

the original

Don't you have somewhere better to be?

Not Bad Horse.

Beneath the microscope, you contain galaxies.

I'm not a very prolific writer, but I'll try my best to be one worth reading. Constructive critism and advice will always be welcome. Thank you for your time.

with direct eyes, to death's other kingdom

short bio

I sometimes pretend I have a posting schedule other than "sometime soon."

Being against evil doesn't make you good.