this page is still a work in progress. don't mind the filler text.
i am A Lot. a lot of people, especially hardline classical otherkin and therians, will look at this and see a laundry list of identities. i think it's critical to understand, though, that i see my alterhumanity, for the most part, as one experience with many manifestations.
shapes
Number 15: Burger king foot lettuce.
The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce. With the statement: "This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King." Admittedly, he had shoes on. But that's even worse.
Every morning I wake up and open palm slam a VHS into the slot. It's Chronicles of Riddick and right then and there I start doing the moves alongside with the main character, Riddick. I do every move and I do every move hard. Makin' whooshing sounds when I slam down some necro bastards or even when I mess up technique. Not many can say they escaped the galaxy's most dangerous prison. I can. I say it and I say it out loud everyday to people in my college class and all they do is prove people in college class can still be immature jerks. And I've learned all the lines and I've learned how to make myself and my apartment less lonely by shouting 'em all. 2 hours including wind down every morning.
Definitely 11% of my personality is making literary references nobody gets. This is because I make literary references to my own literature, which remains unpublished. When somebody does something outrageously stupid, I say, "Wow, you're really pulling a Gregory Berrycone there." I wait for somebody to ask who Gregory Berrycone is, and then explain that he is a minor character in my absurdist novella (untitled right now) about a man who wakes up one morning with a mysterious plastic knob on the back of his head.
i consider deer both a hearttype and something i identify as. the reason i feel this way
Every morning I wake up and open palm slam a VHS into the slot. It's Chronicles of Riddick and right then and there I start doing the moves alongside with the main character, Riddick. I do every move and I do every move hard. Makin' whooshing sounds when I slam down some necro bastards or even when I mess up technique. Not many can say they escaped the galaxy's most dangerous prison. I can. I say it and I say it out loud everyday to people in my college class and all they do is prove people in college class can still be immature jerks. And I've learned all the lines and I've learned how to make myself and my apartment less lonely by shouting 'em all. 2 hours including wind down every morning.
Number 15: Burger king foot lettuce.
The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce. With the statement: "This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King." Admittedly, he had shoes on. But that's even worse.
Every morning I wake up and open palm slam a VHS into the slot. It's Chronicles of Riddick and right then and there I start doing the moves alongside with the main character, Riddick. I do every move and I do every move hard. Makin' whooshing sounds when I slam down some necro bastards or even when I mess up technique. Not many can say they escaped the galaxy's most dangerous prison. I can. I say it and I say it out loud everyday to people in my college class and all they do is prove people in college class can still be immature jerks. And I've learned all the lines and I've learned how to make myself and my apartment less lonely by shouting 'em all. 2 hours including wind down every morning.
Definitely 11% of my personality is making literary references nobody gets. This is because I make literary references to my own literature, which remains unpublished. When somebody does something outrageously stupid, I say, "Wow, you're really pulling a Gregory Berrycone there." I wait for somebody to ask who Gregory Berrycone is, and then explain that he is a minor character in my absurdist novella (untitled right now) about a man who wakes up one morning with a mysterious plastic knob on the back of his head.
Number 15: Burger king foot lettuce.
The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce. With the statement: "This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King." Admittedly, he had shoes on. But that's even worse.
Every morning I wake up and open palm slam a VHS into the slot. It's Chronicles of Riddick and right then and there I start doing the moves alongside with the main character, Riddick. I do every move and I do every move hard. Makin' whooshing sounds when I slam down some necro bastards or even when I mess up technique. Not many can say they escaped the galaxy's most dangerous prison. I can. I say it and I say it out loud everyday to people in my college class and all they do is prove people in college class can still be immature jerks. And I've learned all the lines and I've learned how to make myself and my apartment less lonely by shouting 'em all. 2 hours including wind down every morning.
Every morning I wake up and open palm slam a VHS into the slot. It's Chronicles of Riddick and right then and there I start doing the moves alongside with the main character, Riddick. I do every move and I do every move hard. Makin' whooshing sounds when I slam down some necro bastards or even when I mess up technique. Not many can say they escaped the galaxy's most dangerous prison. I can. I say it and I say it out loud everyday to people in my college class and all they do is prove people in college class can still be immature jerks. And I've learned all the lines and I've learned how to make myself and my apartment less lonely by shouting 'em all. 2 hours including wind down every morning.
other resonances
Number 15: Burger king foot lettuce.
The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce. With the statement: "This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King." Admittedly, he had shoes on. But that's even worse.
Every morning I wake up and open palm slam a VHS into the slot. It's Chronicles of Riddick and right then and there I start doing the moves alongside with the main character, Riddick. I do every move and I do every move hard. Makin' whooshing sounds when I slam down some necro bastards or even when I mess up technique. Not many can say they escaped the galaxy's most dangerous prison. I can. I say it and I say it out loud everyday to people in my college class and all they do is prove people in college class can still be immature jerks. And I've learned all the lines and I've learned how to make myself and my apartment less lonely by shouting 'em all. 2 hours including wind down every morning.
Definitely 11% of my personality is making literary references nobody gets. This is because I make literary references to my own literature, which remains unpublished. When somebody does something outrageously stupid, I say, "Wow, you're really pulling a Gregory Berrycone there." I wait for somebody to ask who Gregory Berrycone is, and then explain that he is a minor character in my absurdist novella (untitled right now) about a man who wakes up one morning with a mysterious plastic knob on the back of his head.
Number 15: Burger king foot lettuce.
The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce. With the statement: "This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King." Admittedly, he had shoes on. But that's even worse.
Every morning I wake up and open palm slam a VHS into the slot. It's Chronicles of Riddick and right then and there I start doing the moves alongside with the main character, Riddick. I do every move and I do every move hard. Makin' whooshing sounds when I slam down some necro bastards or even when I mess up technique. Not many can say they escaped the galaxy's most dangerous prison. I can. I say it and I say it out loud everyday to people in my college class and all they do is prove people in college class can still be immature jerks. And I've learned all the lines and I've learned how to make myself and my apartment less lonely by shouting 'em all. 2 hours including wind down every morning.
I've come to make an announcement: Shadow the Hedgehog's a bitch-ass motherfucker. He pissed on my fucking wife. That's right. He took his hedgehog fuckin' quilly dick out and he pissed on my FUCKING wife, and he said his dick was THIS BIG, and I said that's disgusting. So I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com. Shadow the Hedgehog, you got a small dick. It's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like. That's right, baby. Tall points, no quills, no pillows, look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck the earth. That's right, this is what you get! My SUPER LASER PISS! Except I'm not gonna piss on the earth. I'm gonna go higher. I'm pissing on the MOOOON! How do you like that, OBAMA? I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the piss DROPLETS hit the fucking earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too!
Every morning I wake up and open palm slam a VHS into the slot. It's Chronicles of Riddick and right then and there I start doing the moves alongside with the main character, Riddick. I do every move and I do every move hard. Makin' whooshing sounds when I slam down some necro bastards or even when I mess up technique. Not many can say they escaped the galaxy's most dangerous prison. I can. I say it and I say it out loud everyday to people in my college class and all they do is prove people in college class can still be immature jerks. And I've learned all the lines and I've learned how to make myself and my apartment less lonely by shouting 'em all. 2 hours including wind down every morning.