Dreams, the surreal beauty of Non Euclidean space and the Alchemy-like relationship between the Flesh, Technology, and Divinity.

is my voice gods and how do I know if it's internet jargon spewed to be consumed by the few.

I want to be my art, I know I exist because of the form I live in. The form I live in, soft and mouldable. The form that I occupy the form that defines me. My body, the human body, a work of art. I don't want to feel my bones anymore, I don't want to feel my flesh. If this body is defined by my humanity I can't let it be my own. If this body is defined by flesh and bones then I can't let it be my own. If this body is not myself I cant let it be my own,if this body, human I can't let it be my own. I wasn't to be myself I want to be my art, I want to be me. I cannot be myself when my form is defined by my humanity, I can only be myself if I self am is a work of art. My body can't be made of outside influence, my form, my being, my body,my own is my own to defined is a sum of my parts, my art. I want to be myself i must be my art if I want to be me I must be my art to be myself there is simply no way to exsist in this form. my art is all I have my art is all I am my art must be the only thing to define for if I am.

---------------------------

welcome to my page, this is my personelised archive of exsistence I've made away from prying eyes so I do hope you enjoy it interent strangers.

fresh out of my pod so this page still has along way to go before it reaches the hive status I hope for. Word of advice though, interaction is incentivised with all you see, RottingGods is Ergodic in nature, curiosity will reward you to the rabbithole. iteration will continue.

if any of these mad ramblings intrest you let me know! would love to create a monolith of obsession, I find the discussion around my header topics lacking on the interent so I've taken it upon myself to self grandise & to share my two cents.