My shell has rotted beyond recognition, the prism of humanity fractured into compost. I have felt the humanness decay off my flesh. I feel incomprehension at the kaleidoscopic inside that is my expression; I fall between the crevices of identity, rigidity, meaning, singularity. I am not one thing, and I am not one identity. I recoil at every attack onGo to Post >>
CyberNecropolis (they/them). We are Insurrectionary skin cyber-seceding towards Machino-Jouissance. We are a Post left Anti-Civ Nihilist. We roam the digital desert at @CyberNecropolis.