Out of the cracks comes nothing at all.
No king, no man,
and no king's man.
The cracks were all there ever was.
this is a space ran by an unfortunately somehow millenial adult that is very cranky and tired.
not much order is enforced here; chaos and whimsy impulse is encouraged!
you can find art, my media thoughts and wishes, and food things galore.
this is where i hoard many things and look at them and store them.
i plan on making more pages about all of it too
i have a commission to finish.
want some art? go here:
my art website

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