Good evening,
I was an axe-murderer and professional outdoorsman before the outsiders appeared, hunting demons from my cave in the swamp. The whispers of the fallen are my muse, speaking to me through the serpents and the owls. These days I continue my trade as a naturalist, nihilist, terrorist and cannibalistic catalyst. I'm also quite mad.
Embrace natural selection and join us on our journey back to the primitive.
*pulls a wooden monkey mask over his face*
"Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die." - Matsuo Basho
"Here, where a thousand
captains swore grand
conquest...Tall
Grass their monument." - Matsuo Basho
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