The Zooquarist

  • If it ain't me!

  • uhh: Aus10, 25M, Single õ_O
  • Location: Tennessee, USA
  • Loves: catching critters, rocks that look tasty, creek stomping
  • Hates: smoking, seafood, being told what to do

Who am I?

My name is Aus10 (like Austin (woah!)), and I am the Zooquarist! I am 25, a man, a locksmith, and I am really passionate about animals. My goal here is to make you curious! I'd absolutely love for you to say "What even is that?", and learn something you can't forget. I am three things for certain (based on peer reviews): a sweetheart, a hypocrite, and somewhere on the spectrum. I think it's my strange intensity and steely eyes that leads them to that last conclusion. Certainly not anything else. I like this whole personal website thing. I never browsed the internet in the pre-algorthim times. With this, I can make whatever I want and put it here and nobody even knows about it unless they go out of their way to see what I'm up to.

Ew!

I get so incredibly anxious when I'm breathing in something I don't want to. If you can smell it, it's inside you (Ew!). I don't believe in the supreme filtering powers of my liver and kidneys. I think some things stay in you forever. That's why I don't like being around smokers and why I don't eat seafood. There's so much junk in the ocean and fish mainly eat other fish. By the time you get to a 1,000lbs tuna, how many different fishes' collected ocean junk am I eating? And they've been doing that for hundreds of millions of years? Just kill me! No, I hate that stuff. "Oh, but you [blank]? Isn't that the same?" Please, we shouldn't expand this fear to more things.

Recent Music

I Want to Eat This

I live around these birds, the American Robin. I see them every single day. Every time I get close to one, I get taken by a sinful thought. "I'm gonna eat you!" And I kinda mean it! It's a fat little bird that runs on the ground picking at bugs. I'm not experienced persay in exotic meats and game, but I think that's a chicken. If I had the chance to go back in time, I'd convince the Native Americans to let me use their corn to fatten these dudes up so they can't fly that well. I know I'm not crazy or alone because we used to eat the mess out of them before the Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918, in which we made peace with the birds. Before then, they used to put a dozen robins in a pie layered with beef, bacon, and spices. I'm not so much interested in harvesting robin myself, but there's plenty of them. If someone said "Oh, here's some robin pie!" I would gorge myself in the sin.