A drawing of a slender anthropormorphic ocelot with a serious, cold expression. She wears a dark black dress and a shiny piece of headgear with a red gem in the middle. She is adorned with rings and piercings, holding a burning stick of incense in her right paw. Behind her are shelves filled with books, tomes, plants, and potions; as well as a table and stained glass window.

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Hello! Welcome to the alternate version of my website. I am currently in the process of overhauling my website to add image descriptions to many of the images, reducing flashing elements, changing some difficult to read fonts, and using a new place to host my images to make my pages more accesible for anyone who decides to read them! This is a condensed version of my website with accesibility in mind to make it easier for folks with screen readers, visual impairments or reading difficulties, strobe and eyestrain sensitivies to enjoy my corner of the web with me. Leave feedback if you wish. Enjoy! ~

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A green computer with an email in it's mouth, smugly looking at the audience as it wiggles around.

About me

I'm Living Essence Here on Earth, also known as Gyro, Atomic, Gamma, and many other names...

A cartoony drawing of a scared anthropormorphic kangaroo holding a brown lion stuffed animal with a black mane in fear.

Art by Kelvin the Lion on Yerf.

I am a goat, I am a dog, I am a bright pink pony, I am a radioactive unicelluar organism, I am an alien, I am a giant robot, I am a fawn, and a hamster of many types. I am the first quark that can use the computer. Or can all quarks in humans use the computer....? Ahem, anyway... I am the web master! If you've seen my art on my Tumblr blog, you'd know that I'm a big fan of sparkle animals, chibi furs, and early 2000's glam furries, which are my favorite! I love spending hours on the Yerf Historical Archive just scrolling through the different types of furs I can find. The images on the sides are ones I've found from Yerf I really like! I am a chronic web surfer, site digger, and tab saver. Big fan of all sorts of science (Biology, Microbiology, Chemistry, Quantum Physics, Cosmology, Thermochemistry, and so much more...) Art, subcultures, brain experiences, inanimate objects, and most importantly... music! ...And also inanimate objects again.

Music, music music... Where could I begin? Where could I stop? I've had quite the journey with my listening excursions in this month alone. My taste is as vast as the great lengths between the stars... Well, there are some things I find boring, or downright awful! But I lack a "most hated song" or "most hated genre." When I did, it was just because I didn't venture out enough with them. A lot goes thru the MP3 player that is my mind, but lately I've been big on harsh electronica, experimental, folk, shock rock, breakbeat, disco, funk, soul, avant garde, hip hop, and noise. I'm also a huge fan of various vocal synths, but I won't include that as a genre, because it's not. Some albums I really enjoyed this year you should check out if you haven't already!

Crap Shit - Girls Rituals

I'm Desperate - Girls Rituals

Thank You - Black Dresses

Ugly Death No Redemption Angel Curse I Love You - Ada Rook

Mm... Food - MF Doom

There Be Squabbles Ahead - Stolen Babies

I Lie Here Buried With My Rings And Dresses - Backxwash

Black Bastards - KMD

Dreamy sigh... If music was something I could hold, like an object... I'd never be able to let go! Inaimate objects are really awesome, aren't they? They're important to me. They should be important to you. We all have to interact with them to survive. How big does something have to be for it to be considered a place or event instead of an object? Anyway... I love objects. I consider myself objectum (having any strong connection to or empathy with objects) and POSIC+ which stands for Perception of Object Consciousness, Individulity, and Sentience (percieving objects or some objects to have some level of sentience for any reason). Pretty neat, huh? But the labels don't matter. I just love Things.

A big pink orca pool toy with blue eyes.

Radio towers, Transmission towers, water towers, Homes, Houses, buildings, couches, plushies, and pool toys are particularly angelic to me~ It was very surprising to see the resurgence pool toys have had online in my online spaces. You don't have to snuff out your weird or make it into an artificial being for others to find shocking. Just let that breath of air go and do whatever you want. A bit of a tangent, Sorry about that. As I was saying, I LOVE pool toys! They're like big plushies to me... I haven't been able to touch one in real life, which is so sad! But I've touched things with similar textures, and I adore them. They are my friends for real. I would like a new time of transgenic HRT that gives me a nice valve, or a zipper, or a big radio antenna, or big furry paws... Wonderful. Wonderful.

Why this?

Enough about me. What about this? Why make a website? I have another ramble ten miles long about this but I'll spare the words. Well, I've explained why I made this page, but why make one at all? The internet hasn't been around for that long, really. As time passes the web becomes less of a hub of ideas and personal flair and random junk and more of an endless cavern of advertisements. Every website begs me to turn off my adblocker or I can't see their content, more and more free streaming sites are shot down because Disney needs to make money off of a film released eighty years ago that gives them a quarter a year. Everything wants my data, everything wants me to share all details of who I am but in the most sanitized and detached way imagineable to get me to buy. I don't want that. I don't want ads and data snatching. I don't like corporations putting cement over everything different.

I want a place I can be myself in a way the corporations can't get to me. I won't be able to escape it all, and as time goes by I'll have less chances of escape. Of freedom without ads being shoved down my throat. At least my own little website allows me a nice podium to curl up on.