I'm a walking, talking contradiction. Filled to bursting with pointless idiosyncrasies. I'm a self Diagnosed Anachronism (Stuck in the Future Past-Tense.) I have an affinity towards old things; rusting gears, tophats, corsets. I talk with an intrepid sort of rash romanticism and pseudonostaliga. I am searching for something intangible with only a vague idea of where I should be going. Feel free to follow along but I don't guarantee that you'll make it back with sanity and discretions intact.
P.S.
I'm the new Giraffe.
Yah, Thass me.
P.S.
I'm the new Giraffe.
Yah, Thass me.
Thanks