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I think I can feel my words coming back…
all I need now is a topic, a target…
it’s good to feel the edge burrowing behind your eyes. time to trim my nails, put a fresh coat of polish on my boots and break open a fresh amino stack. i like my brain meats, they are nice to me and give me yummy thoughts and words as long as I keep them well fed with plenty of cigarettes and drugs and sex-induced endorphins, and some van halen now and then…
wire up your broken fingers, kids. there’s typing to be done.
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king-owl posted this
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My name is King Owl. I am an interdimensional time travelling spook & the butt of many cosmic jokes. More importantly, though, I am a biochemist & forensic toxicologist, specialising in neuropharmacology, organic molecular design and ethnobotany. I make music. I write. I cook. I consider a well-honed sense of humour to be the most effective armour that one can possibly wear. This means I will poke fun of tragedy. Don't feel guilty for laughing.
Expect science fiction & crime procedurals. Outlaw journalism, culinary alchemy, music and bleeding edge scientific research. Self destruction, rock n roll. The last of the true space pirates.
Oh yeah, I also post a lot of porn, and some of it can be kinda shady, soo... NSFW. You've been warned.
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