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Zarathustra say-whut; Canto I

Novaue to Tumblr, alcholic veteran to blogging, thy name daust Kate.

Providing I was actually correctly employing aforementioned German particle; opening statement established.

Personal Prounoun states something similiar to the desire to abide under conventional interwebs courtesies, particularly to the physical description bronchial branches; Kate exists as a slight meatsack, of jarbled and occasionally disconcertingly morbid contextuals within or without the enclosement of a 94 LB, 5”3 housing. Bleach is regularly applied to her locks- her roots, roots are ebony-esque~


My sincerity of ambitionary purposes are subject to flight delays and meandering their ways out of direct third-eyesight, as such discrediting the better majority of plausible kinship with others through common groundings of the pursuit of goals.

I do, however, retain quite a few digits of organic/materialistic constants that I’ve proved cosistent in returning frequently to their luxuries: I quite enjoy Hayao Miyazaki, cucumbers, logical paradoxes, alliteration, muscle and anatomical diagrams, folklore of all nationalities, Vivienne Westwood, DC and Darkhorse comics, Omniscent Being knows how many manga and anime series (xxxHOLiC, Cowboy Bebop, Hellsing, Nana, and R.O.D being the prime numbers), and above all, humanity in general terms. Ah, the more I dissociate with my species, the more fervid my adore~

In playing the Game, I should expect to at least enjoy myself in the minutes.

Let’s have fun, mm?
I’m your problem now~<3