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Because only the emo kids die of consumption...

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    "Every one, as you ought to know, has a beast-self and a bird-self, and a stupid fish-self, aye, and a creeping serpent-self, too [...] You can tell what sort a man is by his creature that comes oftenest to the front."

-- George Macdonald, Lilith



Well, you might think of me as the least weasel, Mustela nivalis, one of the world's most ferocious carnivores who happens, by an accident of evolution to be the smallest living member of the order carnivora. It's reputation for ferocity is surpassed only by its cuteness and fluffy whiskers.

Or maybe you'd prefer to think of me as an Atlantic puffin, Fratercula arctica a fishing bird with a love for gaudy colors and gluttony.

I've always seen myself as something of a giant cuttlefish (Sepia apama), preying on swimmy things that are smaller than me, and flashing my chromatophores to establish the gaudiest possible contrast with my environment.

Of course, my fish-self is probably nowhere near as romantic as most -- I identify closely with the sucker-finned remoras too lazy to swim their own way across the ocean, content to mooch a ride from passing sharks, severely compromising their aerodynamic shape.

My serpent-self is, as anyone who knows me will assert, the Western Hognose snake, Heterodon nasicus, whose curious habit of turning belly-up and playing dead when threatened, combined with an inquisitive personality, upturned nose and mild venom provides an apt metaphor for my existence.


Actually, I'm just desperate to fill my userinfo... and that is a smattering from my favourite animals list.

If you're looking for my icons, they can be found at wursticons.