Who Am I?

Greetings to a very secret society. A gathering of the dark minds, the outcasts, the forgotten. For those new here, hi, I am not Azra. My name fell off my foot riding a donkey. Well deserved, I say, I should not have gotten on that donkey. I am glad you're here. Peruse.

Drink a mimosa too.

Enjoy my website.

When I'm not off having a quest that borders on insane behind a parachute that flies underground, in the trenches of deep and ugly mud,

I like to make art.

This website is a conglomeration of the quests that I have recorded. Whether it be through an unsettling video, an off-kilter proposal for a shack underground, or stench-ridden poetry, all of my words and creations are based on real happenings.

It must be known that none of this comes from the imagination.

But from sight, proof, and duels with MY GOD-

YOUR PANTS ARE ON FIRE!

Squack!

Bahooney!

Balls!

Where were we?

Ah;

If you have commit treason, forgotten your name in your sock, and have no will left to live, you are in the right place.

If you hate yourself, if you hate me, if you hate the world and all the people in it,

you are in the right place. This club is exclusive to those on the dark side.

Good afternoon.