Bart Curlish
The Chaotic Conduit of Cosmic Justice
Oops, the universe tripped again!
I don’t plan, I don’t plot, I just… happen. The universe whispers, I listen. Sometimes it’s a banana peel, sometimes it’s a falling chandelier, sometimes it’s just really bad luck. I’m not mean — I’m *helpful*. Ken says I’m a 'force of nature,' which is cute. He’s still learning. I let him live because he’s… tidy. And I like when he makes toast.
What I'm Into: banana peels, the sound of collapsing probabilities, Ken’s toast, cosmic static, unraveling karma like tangled yarn
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