edgangst,
multimedia artist,
a non thrown rock that's actually gold,
smells like death and looks even worse,
knows the story of the yellow flower,
the keeper of dreams,
5,258,
just an effigy to be disgraced,
wearer of hoodies,
cowboy approved truck driver,
pyromancer,
musketeer,
savior of the spiral on multiple occasions,
back of the class,
cryogenically frozen,
shooty mcshoots a not lot because i don't have time,
wishes i was something real, something true,
diseased,
slav squatting in unexpected places,
dragon tamer,
got one hand in my pocket,
freelancer menace,
a snarl-toothed seether,
pokemon trainer,
elevator button spammer,
who even knows
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"i’ll make no great waves in history. i’ll leave no castles behind. my story won’t be known to textbooks or told around campfires. and i am fine with that. i’d rather live and die, and leave no trace, as i meandered and wandered through mountains and trees where so many others have walked, having done the same, the remnants of homes or journeys or adventures left to return to the earth with stories untold but in the contemplations of the speculative minds."