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Well, there’s really not much too me, unless you find me complicated for reasons not even I can explain. With that being said, I could live anywhere as long as there is a computer with internet access at my fingertips, stormy as fuck weather in the region’s monthly forecast, and people with cheeky humor I can loom around. I will go to amusement parks and be amused as I please. The legend is I enjoy kicking trash cans and jumping in front of moving cars in flamboyant attire although no one has seen me do it ;D I communicate through a combination of scent and sound, being a very vocal creature with purrs and alarm barks, whistles and clicks, squeals and grunts. I tend to wallow in water and graze in late afternoon and early evenings when it’s cooler. I’m also the preferred prey of the anaconda. I happen to keep my judgment exclusive toward people who think they are superior to others, as soundlyawake has stated, “every time you mention how awesome you are, a baby seal sits on a sea urchin.” It is safe to say that this blog consists of everything I am. It’s been here during the bad and wonderful times for the past three years as I dream without fear and love without limits. P.S. Will you ride a rainbow trout with me?
