I proved my namesake in a duel of honour. The crayon never stood a chance.

"The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts." ~ Marcus Aurelius

I...I am a monument to all your sins...

I come from the land of the green and unknown, from tenth page drop, where the horse words flow.

"Fluff" in the same way what collects under the sofa is fluff.

Hug your nearest alicorn.

I write too much too little for no reason. Now I'm off to hyperfixate on detailing that bush.

Writing stories out of sheer spite | Ko-Fi

Remember kids, eat your veggies, go to school, and murder all your enemies.... I murder all my enemies....

Don't read my stuff if you have a weak stomach or are easily bothered by traumatic genitalia damage. That's seriously all I've got in here!