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Once upon a time, a young half-feral nomad adventured out into the world from his hole in the ground in Northwest Georgia after 18 years of being raised by raccoons in the wild and furries on the internet. He found happiness in performing his own brand of wild untamed music he calls "Feral" at music festivals, conventions, house parties and random shenanigan events all over the North American continent. Sometimes he goes a little more insane than usual then disappears for a bit, but that's to be expected at this point and he usually comes back still mostly in one piece after a while.
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Tales from a long, stupid road.
5 years ago
I don't really know how to start with this, but something just called me to try anyways in the form of a big ball of fog in the graveyard behind my current neighborhood. It seems to be moving on now. Just in case this is the omen I was waiting for to spook me into taking action, well, here we go.
In my 10+ years of roaming continental North America without caring if I lived or died, I done seen, felt and experienced way too much batshit insanity in way too short of a time span, to the point where I am a jaded old bastard in a young body and can barely stand to be around people anymore. I have ten dead friends now. I know I sound like a goddamn broken record at this point, but I seeeeeriously did not intend on making it to 31, yet here I am drunk and ranting about a wad of cemetery mist in the back yard on my old furaffinity page which now serves as a graveyard of it's own.
Bored of life and sick of people, but out of the fog of this dark place, I shall find me an island yet... 'cause I ain't done fuckin' searching.
In my 10+ years of roaming continental North America without caring if I lived or died, I done seen, felt and experienced way too much batshit insanity in way too short of a time span, to the point where I am a jaded old bastard in a young body and can barely stand to be around people anymore. I have ten dead friends now. I know I sound like a goddamn broken record at this point, but I seeeeeriously did not intend on making it to 31, yet here I am drunk and ranting about a wad of cemetery mist in the back yard on my old furaffinity page which now serves as a graveyard of it's own.
Bored of life and sick of people, but out of the fog of this dark place, I shall find me an island yet... 'cause I ain't done fuckin' searching.
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Hallucinogenica Raccoonicus Lunarias
Favorite Music
Whatever doesn't sound the way Wal-Mart smells.
Favorite TV Shows & Movies
Electric Apricot.
Favorite Games
Predator/Prey.
Favorite Gaming Platforms
The universe.
Favorite Animals
Musteloidia Reptionidae
Favorite Foods & Drinks
Goddamn country as fuck fried chicken buttermilk biscuits.
Favorite Quote
"I didn't do it."
Favorite Artists
Les Claypool, Douglas Adams and Hunter S. Thompson.
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