
Gander Grimzl
@teleVisionary
I HAVE A RADIO CHANNEL, but I guess my deal HERE is UNDERSTANDING PEOPLE. (WHICH, FOR THE RECORD, ISN'T *ACTUALLY* MY STRONG SUIT.) I am a silly goose. HE / HIM
To fill in a little niche that someone or nobody might want, I will be psychoanalyzing Chittr accounts! Let me know if anyone (⒈) is interested! CLOSED... FOR NOW.
Man to men, here are some TIPS to HONE IN ON your MANLINESS: ⒈ Play a thousand hours worth of Satisfying Coloring Map Game ⒉ Argue about your FAVORITE RACING HOOFBEAST online ⒊ Eat VEGETABLES so your lusus doesn't call Spiderman ⒋ Store your NUTS AND SEEDS for winter (EDIT: THIS IS A JOKE! A *JOKE!* PLEASE DON'T COME TO MY HIVE AND ASK WHAT KINDS OF NUTS AND SEEDS YOU SHOULD STORE! I WAS KIDDING! HOLY [HONK]!)
NEW RAGEBAIT TECHNIQUE: Create a bunch of ALTS to ♥ your own comments in an argument.
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YOUR BLOOD COLOR, YOUR PECULIAR EARTHEN BEAST BEHOLD.................................. (Crazy Beasterphernalia) RUST – Lesser Egyptian Jerboa BRONZE – Bat-eared Fox GOLD – Basilisk Lizard LIME – Ground Pangolin OLIVE – South American Coati JADE – Eastern Barn Owl TEAL – Striped Hyena CERULEAN – S↑erb Fairywren INDIGO – Salt’s Dik-Dik PURPLE – Spectacled Caiman VIOLET – Peacock Mantis Shrimp FUCHSIA – Sea Butterfly OTHER – Short-beaked Echidna
I like it when we all congregather and COLLECTIVELY CHOOSE to put knives to a guy's jugular. The guy knows romance from a single post ten sweeps ago. He's been st-alking ever since! (He and romance have never personally met.) #also #cantwejust #pulla #zebruhonhim
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈⒈ — @eclecticEngineer Pascal W→ … LOL. HAHA. OOPS. PASCAL W→* (?!?!) Sorry, FORCE OF HABIT. Why don't I just say Pascal from now on? HELLO ALL. This will be my last PROBEYPRODDYPEOPLEY POST for a few nights. Unfortunately, the unwavering claws of DEBILITATING SELF-AWARENESS have claimed their glory over me, and now I am being stranglechoked by my own discomfort. But I guess that’s your TYPICAL THURSDAY! (Good Gog, I MUST go frollicking in the woods and swim in an unclaimed body of water for a cleanse.) This platform is full of ranters, let’s Take A Gander at our pan pal Pascal! (CROWD CHEER) Before I get to business, I would like to mention how TERRIFYING goldbloods can be. Despite their position on the HEMOSPECTRUM, they are alarmingly powerful. I mean, this troll IMPLODED AN ENTIRE TREE WITH THEIR PSIONICS. Remind me to never get on their bad side. (SHUDDER. CROWD OOOHS?!) (And, uh, you know all those jests I made apropos of trolls “posting whenever they have so much as a single thought?” Yeah, it was LITERAL this time. If anything I said before was offensive in any shape or form, I am retroactively apologizing for all of it.) Anyway. Pascal is a fine helmspilot and an even finer engineer. She, in her own striking way, subverts the stories the FRIVOLATILE COLONIALIST FLEETMATES told me in my devoutly active clurching days. Comments to the effect of “POWER SOURCES HAVE NO TIME TO FEEL.” There’s a robotic quality surrounding the way they post, the way their cadence tapers off with ⒈’s and 0’s like BINARY CODE. Z’s like the faint humming of machinery on a quiet night——ever-present and monotonous. And also BEES, which is its actual origin. For the record, this isn’t s↑porting the claim my spacefaring siblings postured. I’m not DONE yet. Solemn and stoic as her overall energy comes across, her pa-s-sion for MACHINATERY FAR ECLIPSES any raw talent I’ve seen before. It is the awe-inspiring light that bounces off the metal she works with——an overwhelmingly gleaming finish, if you will. Skill like that is way too scarce nowadays. A number of their posts (some of which are ACTUAL VIDEOS, which is a welcome first on my litany of trollpeeping) have to do with memory restoration or manufacturing, both of which are two different beasts to delve into. For the latter, my personal favourite creation of hers is BIP. Oh, it is glorious. So round and adorable.* The former, however, is a confronting idea of its own. The thought of losing touch with your own MEMORIES is a TREMBLING HORROR I cannot begin to wrap my mind around. And yet it’s her REALITY. I’m glad she’s getting the chance to rec↑erate her memories, but I fear that there will be something that would ↑end her entire world. That PROSPECTIVE WORLD-SHATTERING ↑SET is what makes my innards churn for a person I’m only watching from the outskirts. (Seriously, please be careful.) You know, I see the teeth behind your bulbs. The fight in you. The capacity to hurt, and the REIFIED INSTANCES of it. It's something that none of us should ignore. But I also see kindness. Overwhelming affection latently waiting for its release. Overprotection, care. You are a force to be reckoned with, but I can tell your warmth stretches far beyond you. Others don’t seem to appreciate the strength you carry for the people around you: jumping to action for those you trust, even when the world ravaged your sense of identity. And I’m sorry that we who sit at the top of society don’t listen enough to those suffering at our every whim. You, power and pan of the fleet, are the soldier we never sing about. I implore you to keep going. Keep fighting. Keep protecting. But tread ginger on the memories. You might not like what you see. (SUSPECTED CLA-S-SPECT: SYLPH of MIND?) Be sure to give Pascal → ↑ ← ↓ A BIG FOLLOW! And plenty of recognition. *Do you take commissions, by any chance?
quit yer fuCkin' #va6uepostin' about it, there ain't nothin' that'll be solved by doin' that. if i 6otta lead the damn Char6e, i will. we ou6hta fuCkin' Cull that Creep. y'know whiCh one. the one who posted that fuCkin' '6uide to the ladies.' i'll push it onwards without a seCond fuCkin' thou6ht. drop this bastard. #CullCronusampora
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒈0 — @[HONK]istMint (UGH. AUTOCENSOR.) Mintyl Tsurga *TEN!* That’s TEN WHOLE posts a(p)out people-palavering and it hasn’t even been a WEEK yet! Someone, get me an ENERGY SLUDGE. FLAT WHITE, TWENTY SUGARS. This momentous occasion calls for a TERRIBLE PARODY. Here I go: (To the tune of Bring me to Life by Evanes Scence. The camera gradually zooms into Mintyl’s face. He’s smiling like he’s being made to.) How can you see into my bulbs Like office doors? Leading you ↓ the Skorpe System Where I’ve a corp’rate smile Working a job (oooh) Has got to be so exhausting But at least you get to ★ On, a Show Mintyl T (he’ll solve your pickles) The Lonescar (he could eat them too) MINTYL Chittr’s most agreeable admin… Injury (and yearning to boot) Hit his head (digital printfoot) TSURGA Save me from the white collar I wear… Wasn’t that so FUN? No? OK MAN, [HONK] YOU TOO. Stale news can’t get any blander, let’s Take A Gander at Mintyl Tsurga! (YAY!) Oh meez. We’ve technically got a mini TV celebrity here! AND a hard worker! We ♥ a guy who can get on that WORK AND VYEGRIND simultaneously. Two (⒉) trick hoofbeasts are better than one (⒈)! Mintyl is a face of faith in these perpetually trying times. Got an issue tugging at your legs? He gets PAID to solve it! (I HOPE!) Stop on by to watch him make #RELATABLE posts to convince you everything is A-OK! He unequivocally enjoys his job! In an open plain of stretching opportunity, he’s on a mission to be COMPETENT! Admit it, his use of emojis makes you smile. His people-ready tone is perfectly expressed through text, which should be cla-s-sed as a feat in itself. “I can make anything a little bit better if I keep ↑ a CAN-DO ATTITUDE!” is probably a motto that scoops him out the ‘c↑e better than his raw thoughts. (Yipe!) There’s no arguing with that mindset. But don’t be fooled like I was! My first cursory skim through his account had me thinking how nice he was, but as you take a closer look... oh damn, this guy can be SERIOUSLY PAS-SIVE-AGGRESSIVE. Total cognitive dissonance with the ↑beat energy and choice language! But them’s the subsequental cogs of the big workhive TIME MECHANISM, METHINKS. Perchance. I mean this with as much affection as you can convince yourself this has——you give off the energy of the Staplaragonical Employee. Always contorting and twisting to be a better version of yourself. Someone who isn’t just the anterior doormat. Promotions and tasks galore, YES PLEASE! At least you WANT to believe that it makes you OKAY. I’m certain it’s all a barely-stifled pretense. I mean no ILL WILL with that TRUTH SPILL; whatever makes it easier to cope with life! And no one likes a sour worker. Don’t bite the hand that PAYS you, →? LOL. LOL… (I don’t want to get ANYONE in corporational hot water with this part, so I've redacted it. Just try your best, OK? Rooting for you!) Your countenance muscles must hurt from all the smiling. I hope things turn ↑ soon. (SUSPECTED CLA-S-SPECT: MAGE OF HOPE? OR RAGE?) Be sure to give this ray of moons shine a BIG BIG FOLLOW AND A ⒌ SCAR REVIEW ON YELP. Get well soon!
Pea nut? At the same time? #nsfw
WOULD YOU RATHER: ♥ – Have constant hicc↑s for the rest of your life? OR ♠ – Constantly feel like you have to sneeze but never be able to for the rest of your life? NO, you can't cull yourself.

aradias megazed0 int0 the chittring masses - part 0ne 0f 0ne @teleVisi0nary as part 0f an agreement with mister grimzl i have agreed t0 pr0vide my 0wn psych0p0mpic gaze int0 the deepest recesses 0f his thinkpan and attempt t0 c0nstruct a ficti0nalised character 0f him based 0n 0nly the scantest hints 0f his true self hidden behind his c0nstructed pers0na. this is n0t a service i intend t0 0ffer 0n the regular and i am s0rry t0 disapp0int but its really quite exhausting and i envy his w0rk ethic t0 be able t0 d0 this s0 regularly - mister grimzl is the first pers0n 0n this site t0 appreciate the psyche in the same way i d0 and we agree 0n far m0re than we disagree but it is clear t0 me that the r00t 0f 0ur fascinati0ns c0uld n0t be m0re different despite his uncharacteristically pers0nable f0r a cl0wn pers0na and generally appr0achable demean0ur gander is as 0ne w0uld expect f0r a dev0ut juggal0 fixated 0n 0ne thing and that thing is p0wer in specific: p0wer thr0ugh understanding as y0u read thr0ugh his page and l00k beneath the insights t0 see the reflecti0n 0f the eyes making them it bec0mes clear that gander seeks t0 understand the w0rld s0 that he might c0ntr0l it better and even if he d0es n0t c0nsci0usly realise it he is c0nstantly trying t0 build his 0wn p0werbase thr0ugh p0siti0ning himself as a figure 0f understanding this is n0t t0 say that his insights are with0ut merit 0r that his m0tives are n0t well-meaning h0wever! he appr0aches reality with a gentle and caring hand and 0ffers 0thers guidance with such earnest kindness that i w0uld be hard pressed t0 say he seeks c0ntr0l t0 subjugate - in fact i w0uld say it is quite the 0pp0site gander is a f0nt 0f wisd0m n0t because he has experienced all that the w0rld has t0 0ffer but in fact because he has experienced n0ne 0f it. his name spells this 0ut plainly: he ganders. he watches fr0m the sidelines. he seeks t0 understand the w0rld because 0nce he kn0ws where everything elses place is he will be able t0 find the last empty sl0t remaining and finally kn0w where he bel0ngs. - this is just my 0pini0n 0f c0urse i c0uld be entirely 0ff i am n0t the expert here but i had fun writing this all 0ut :)
Guys, PLEASE don't fight! You might hurt the baby. (Me)
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒐ — @controversialMilk Himero !!!!!! (That’s six exclamation marks! Congratulations!) As I was Taking A peek at this user’s page, something very VERY PECULISCARY occurred. Is this meant to happen? ASKING FOR A FRIEND. (https://file.garden/aZrbEVKh⒊wfTGmpc/what%⒉0the.PNG) Perhaps this was a warning to not speak ill of the Token Limeblood. NOT THAT I WAS GOING TO. To anyone out there considering to, though, take this as a courtesy call. The smoothest power tool is a sander, let’s Take A Gander at Himero! (CROWD SCREAMS ESPECIALLY LOUD. I get scared and they coax me back to writing this like a SCARED HOOFBEAST. Thank you, imaginary crowd. I do it all for you.) Good ol’ pityliking Himero. No, not liking out of pity, pitying and liking in quick succession. That’s his signature move, and I didn’t think anyone (⒈) would HAVE THOSE here. Double notifications? Yep, THAT’S HIM in the digital flesh. My experience with him was like visiting my counseculler. Softspoken and honest. He’s sitting on one of those BIG CUSHIONY ↑HOLSTERPODS and I’m adjacently relaxed as I listen to what he has to say. I mean, he called me FASCINATING. Do you know how MERRYMIRTHY AND LIGHT that makes a guy feel? (WOW!) Anyway. His posts are your daily dose of yearning, jotted thoughts, opinionating, THE USUAL WORKS. Oh, and PARTICULARLY EXCITING PHOTOS, if you get what I’m implying. For Just A Little Guy™ his striking bottom-angled libido is TONAL WHIPLASH. He’s the type of person that gets along with JUST ABOUT ANYBODY, and can you really have beef with a guy like him? I think NOT. Unless your pusher’s beating backwards and your pan’s loosely screwed on. It’s one of those few cases where you know he’s genuinely nice and not intending to get an edge above anyone else. He’s one of the only nice things about using this platform. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were EVERYONE’S FRIEND ON HERE. To be fairly freaking frank, I don’t think I even WANT to say anything potentially confronting to you. That and I believe you’ve already come to terms with every ‘bad’ thing about you as a person. (You have the resting face of an overruminator. Please don’t ever blame yourself.) Oh, and the suffusive touch-★vedness. I prescribe as many hugs as one can physically receive. You are so nice to everyone. And you know what they say—”what goes around, comes around.” I can tell everyone bounces kindness back to you like stained gla-s-s on a gentle light. But I worry that people might step on you for that kindness alone. I worry that there’ll eventually be someone who would make pincushions out of your philanthropy. I worry that this someone might be you. That's why I gently urge you to arm yourself with the tongue of a debater, and a pusher of steel. That's why I hope you can learn to ♥ yourself the way other people ♥ you. (DO imagine this urgence as more of a purrbeast pushing a liquid receptacle off a table than a full-fledged crisis. OK? Take your time.) (SUSPECTED CLA-S-SPECT: HEIR OF BLOOD?) Please give this FRIENDLY FELLOW A FOLLOW, and I’ll see you in the next one!
if i was a beast i WOULd frolic in the hills like a whimsical gigglecritter ANd the hunters WOULd chase me for my dELIGHTFUL HIdE ANd the mirthful ProPerties of my bone marrow but the minute they WRAPPEd the snare AROUNd my neck they WOULd be so overcome with guilt at how they COULd harm the messiahs favorite creature that they WOULd loosen the roPe i WOULd be SCAREd at first unsure at such mercy from TROLLKINd but hesitantly i WOULd take a few stePs away before trotting off to be free ANd the hunters WOULd sleeP that night feeling a Peace in their Pushers knowing i was out there free but what they WOULdNT know is that shortly after they RELEASEd me i TRIPPEd on a tree root ANd dIEd instantly but they WOULdNT know though ANd thats the real miracle #nutritionforthought
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒏ — @unboundUraeus Uraeus / Calliope / U-sprite (?!) Chello Cheverybody. Happy Lusus day or Sick Nasty Sunday. (What?) Today we have quite a SPECIAL User. As in, she taught me more about my encroaching interests than the GRUBNET ARCHIVE has. In that regard, my thanks are flourished in a sudden stretching ↑roar of a THANKSPLOSION. (WOW!) Here’s to hoping I am not as erroneous baloneyous as the… *gulp*, Casperstrophe. (COUGHS AUDIBLY INTO A CLOSED FIST AND PUNCHES A WALL. IT BREAKS COMICALLY.) Mirthful tricks with double-handers, let’s Take A Gander at cherub Uraus. Uraurus. Uraes. Uraeuis. URAEUS. (The backspace is too far to delete all the typos, LOL.) What a fascinating one. And a BOUNDING LEAP from the OTHER cherub I got to look into. I wonder how similar you two actually are, disparate vernaculars aside. Uraeus, sister of saturated lime-blooded Uroburos, is a Chittrer who tells more of a story than your typical personal publidiary. A number of her posts have to do with Q’s in search of A’s, namely with her SGRUB SGAME SGESSION. What an honor it is to watch this pan out! These recounts are punctuated with the occasional bit of writing (such as journal entries and trollcentric tales), lyrics, comments apropos of the happenings of Chittr, and even an embarra-s-sing drawing from her brother! LOLABLE! There also seems to be some sort of PITCH TENSION between her and a particular Mindfang. Pirates in general, really, judging by the MULTIPLICITUDES OF EXPRESS STEREOTRIFLING that went on at a point? It’s a good thing you have another Version Of Yourself to keep yourself in check. Oh, if only I could do that with myself! An air of false gentleness can be felt as you scroll ↓. It’s almost like you can’t be mad at this user——so long as you don’t read between the lines. Imagine someone pulling your entrails out ASMR-STYLE. Satisfyingly morbid. But I warn you to NOT let this user’s dulcet tones sway you from the POINTED CRUX OF HER SELF-SCHEMA. Twisting words with her teeth comes as easy as breathing. That is the haunting creativity of the SPACEBOUND. Believe me, I’ve been putting all the elbows in greasearching. I know what you are. That SATURATED RED BLOOD of yours tells me all I need to know. NO, the red doesn’t mean I ♥ YOU. It means MALEVOLENCE SURGES ENDLESSLY THROUGH ME. Dare I say, this user is even more dangerous than Calderus (though I s↑pose a quasigodly strife would answer that hypothesis). It’s an awful good thing you put your own cla-s-spect in your BIO. You’ve essentially given me the key to do some additional research, since you’ve already DONE a part of the PSYCHOANALYSIS FOR ME! So, thank you. A LORD OF SPACE is something to REVERE AND FEAR. However, this fearverence won’t deter me from bringing a co↑le things to the SPATIAL ARGUMENT——the total uncaveated dominion of matter itself. When EVERY THIS AND THAT could be at your discretion, it says chapters about the person you are. Any disproportionate power handed to the individual is bound to be abused. That is the curse of the indulgent psyche. You are a TESTAMENT to this in your waking. An accident WAITING to happen. I’ve concluded that Lording Space is what you want; decidedly totalitarian control over the plot. A narrative you can pull your p↑pet strings around and control to your liking. You can be the protagonist in the story where everyone dies. Or perhaps one where you are doomed to fail, the strings of control only a trigger to your come↑pance. Regardless of biomoral alignment, you should give this ♥ly cherub a BIG BIG FOLLOW! And cautious s↑ervision. If you’ve gotten this far in reading, I would like to let you know that my PSYCHOANALYSES ARE CLOSED FOR NOW. I will post a quick quick waiting list. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENGAGING WITH MY PA-S-SION, AND I’LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE!
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GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒎ — @chillerAficionado Casper Cooper (HOLY [HONK], your last name was annoying to find. Are you detached from it by any chance? Just to let you know, I was going to give you the surname ‘Dinner’. It fits the naming scheme AND aligns with your FAME REFRAIN. You are also a Chittr snack. So yeah. You should reconsider. Sorry about the photographic memory. And also the C-A-R-S. See this isn’t explicitly mentioning it because I spelt it out, so checkmate.) Surely me, a PRO, won’t CRASTINATE on this Chittrgoer, but here we are. It’s like, handling a legendary weapon (PICTURE A SWORD), placing your hand on its hilt, and thinking to yourself: “Wow, I think I’ve gotten too big for my britches——how am I gonna handle this one?” And now repicture the sword to be an adult man. You know the one (⒈)! Society’s knives are on political candor, let’s Take A Gander at the be♥d/beloathed/bewhatevered Casper Cooper. Come one, come all. Find your FIDUS ACHATES, settle your ADOS. Let’s all gather around the stage and watch the man, the myth, the LEGEND approach the PULPIPODIUM and vend us the wits only a highly off-the-radar troll can ever think of. (Who isn’t purple.) Yes, you know him, the LOVABLE TOWN PUNCHING BAG. Casper Dinner (Cooper) is an opinion/commentary poster, a frequent shopper, who always seems to know the → thing to say. He’s the sort of someone who would beckon you from the alleyway and show you quick short✃s to your favorite restaurant. He’s YOUR guy. Chittr’s comic relief. There’s a clear ‘ALL IN OR [HONK] ALL’ mindset that exudes from this particular account. Whatever even remotely produces dopamine in the pan gets VIP access to the public forum, because he knows that it’ll get everyone else excited. Also, one of the few people who actually refer to users and mutuals by their NAMES, which is kind of… scary? Maybe I’m just not used to that. Like, you remember that stuff? I have a few questions. Maybe it’s a thing of PROJECTION or INTERPOLATION, but the comfort zone is hard to miss. I see him flying closer and closer to the sun, even if it is in small increments. With so much popularity comes the complacency of using it to your advantage, namely making yourself feel better. An online platform denies the truths of the real world. On CHITTR, you can actually BE SOMEONE. And who wouldn’t want to decline THAT offer? But really, I wonder if you fear losing the influence you’ve built. Have you imagined a time where you run your typical post schedule, only for no one to bat an eye? And, if you have, how did that make you feel? Fear? Alarm? A desperation to get people to look at you? You’ve clearly found your GOLDILOCKS ZONE of a posting style, impressioned by levitable streams of Kult Kla-s-sic Humor. But trends die quickly. In that case, would you retain the pa-s-sion to go on? Or would you peter out as a one-hit wonder? (SUSPECTED CLA-S-SPECT: KNIGHT OF HEART? Demons run when a good man goes to war.) If you haven’t followed this guy, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GO DO THAT! NOW! MUSH! And I hope to see you soon!
GANDER’S GANDER INTO THE FOLKS OF CHITTR PART ⒍ — @naughtyTechnician Kryqus Xyllem PERVERT ALERT: I am no lewd boomer, but there is some CRUDE HUMOR in this one. These jests are prefaced with the good old #nsfw tag. Take care of yourselves, gamers. I am not even joking folks, I was ★ing at this fellow’s profile picture for a perspiringly hot but INDETERMINATE NUMBER OF MINUTES. But THEY were looking at me first, OKAY? Don’t get your skimpy garments in a TWIST, PAL. If you were in my shoes, you would be walking ALL THE MILES to the train of thought, just to HITCH A RIDE to the burning question: “IF MY SPHERES WERE THAT LARGE, WHICH SLEEPING POSITION WOULD I TAKE?” (For reputational reasons this is a joke.) Anyway, come see some one-sided banter as I Take A Gander into Kryqus Xyllem’s crypt of commentary! OH-KAY. You won’t believe this, but this guy is actually FUNNY. He made me laugh multiple times during my SCRUTINERUSAL. Shameless humor is what drives this highblood’s limbersine. This isn’t particularly groundbreaking in the Internet world, but there’s a sort of RECKLESS ABANDON that separates the way he types from your average inebriated drunkard. HIGHLARIOUS! What ALSO makes Kryqus a little different from the rest of us is that his personal account proxies most if not all the intrusive thoughts he seems to have. It’s like if you took your average Chittr account, PLUGGED it to your pan for efficiency, then set the post settings to EXTRA SENSITIVE. Whatever’s typed from his fingers is a personal [HONK] YOU to anyone with a working pair of bulbs. (One happening and now he’s Trollbama’s ← pinky like he's a part of the WHITE HIVE MEGAZORD. Good for him and all, but some of his posts make me wonder what Troll Obama wanted to do with the opinions of a metaphorically erect bulge.) Of all the high-profile public affronts this troll has made, this is PROBABLY my favorite: “If yoou doon't droop yoour quirk when making an anoonymoous coonfessioon WHAT are yoou dooing” (So. DAMN. REAL. I mean, do you WANT to be anonymous or are you testing to see how many people know you? GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!) Unfortunately, there is a cap to humor. Too little of it and you’re writing a long-winded sermon. Too much of it and now NO ONE CAN TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY. Kryqus is a prime example of the latter. There’s no TIME to enjoy a party when it envelops every single breath you take! But you have to wonder: When slop is all one can produce, what are we meant to appreciate? We aren’t barkbeasts scarfing ↓ the same block of kibble. The bar is low, but there’s a part of you that wants to limbo below it anyway. How Low Can You Go: Pro Edition? But there’s also the knowledge that you are unabashedly proud of the art you make, and that in itself is something these hands can’t rip from you. In that case, keep horsin’ around, friend. Your wavelength is an untamed beast of its own. (SUSPECTED CLA-S-SPECT: BARD OF TIME?) Be sure to give this unsaddled user a follow, and send a message if you would like to be Peeped At! (Also shout out to Zebradad. Coolest lusus on Chittr.)
I’m sorry guys. I must confess. If you go to my funeral, I will NOT be going to yours.































