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aearo@dragon.style
@aearo@dragon.style
Splashy dragn. SFF writer and occasional poet. Also I do the computer progremming sometimes. Am here in large part to rawr at people and be dragn, but sometimes other stuff too.
My great ambition in life is to be an immortal cyborg.
I review follow requests haphazardly, so don't be discouraged if I don't accept yours right away. I'll get to it eventually. Maybe.
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Poetry:
How many years? Wrong measure! Centuries at least, or millenia, or even more. I dare not count, nor watch horizons for that farthest shore on whose banks I dread to ground myself at last; To see my thirst as slaked, to welcome that eternal fast.
Pronouns: He/Him
Onward, and yet ever onward still, I mustn't let myself be waylaid, nor, by those whose knees give out in fear of life, be stayed from journeying, convinced to settle all my futures to one simple past.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
I expect heartbreaks, welcome them, and faults, embarassments, mistakes, the china-fragments of my soul pieced together yet again, for it takes that toll to live, and I will gladly pay it: Life is home, not hospitality. One cannot overstay it.
Species: A Sea Wyrm
But I sail on, sail on, though I must make stars and worlds anew to chart a course between, and when I've seen all things that can be seen, I'll turn around and go back through to front again, until I find some other thing to do.