
*As per usual disclaimer, the following text does not denote how I feel about myself and is solely meant for artistic interpretation*
I surrounded myself in a world. I hoped to understand it. Thusly, I'd understand myself.
But the more I dug into this world, the more I realized it and I are not alike.
That is... I am nothing like it unless I see all the things that are not natural. Artificial, if you will. Is that what I am? Does that make me a fake?
A fake. I'm a fake. I have grown antipathy for myself and where I am. Why can't I even understand that simple question of 'who am I?'
I know the answer, but I still don't understand it. I don't make sense, but I want to make sense....
Humans have learned the components that make up their bodies. It is complex and filled with many strange things I would not dream to imagine.
I, however, am simple. 95% polyester, 5% Spandex. Why couldn't I just remain as simple as my components? If a small, clothing tag could explain everything about me, why does it not answer my questions?
Who am I? What am I? How was I made? Am I good? Am I evil? Am I lawful? Am I chaotic? Am I a harbinger of war? Am I a patron of peace?
I don't know any of these answers, and despite my desire, I don't think I will ever know. I wish there was a product guide for me. I'd at least understand myself a bit more....
But maybe, at the end of the day, in my nonsensicle way, I know what I am.
I am a phony.
~~~~~
A song I had on the reserves for a whiiiiile! I hope you enjoy: Phony!
https://youtu.be/2NvmgIG2HOY
~~~~~
Chomby/Art ©
pikminpedia Myself
I surrounded myself in a world. I hoped to understand it. Thusly, I'd understand myself.
But the more I dug into this world, the more I realized it and I are not alike.
That is... I am nothing like it unless I see all the things that are not natural. Artificial, if you will. Is that what I am? Does that make me a fake?
A fake. I'm a fake. I have grown antipathy for myself and where I am. Why can't I even understand that simple question of 'who am I?'
I know the answer, but I still don't understand it. I don't make sense, but I want to make sense....
Humans have learned the components that make up their bodies. It is complex and filled with many strange things I would not dream to imagine.
I, however, am simple. 95% polyester, 5% Spandex. Why couldn't I just remain as simple as my components? If a small, clothing tag could explain everything about me, why does it not answer my questions?
Who am I? What am I? How was I made? Am I good? Am I evil? Am I lawful? Am I chaotic? Am I a harbinger of war? Am I a patron of peace?
I don't know any of these answers, and despite my desire, I don't think I will ever know. I wish there was a product guide for me. I'd at least understand myself a bit more....
But maybe, at the end of the day, in my nonsensicle way, I know what I am.
I am a phony.
~~~~~
A song I had on the reserves for a whiiiiile! I hope you enjoy: Phony!
https://youtu.be/2NvmgIG2HOY
~~~~~
Chomby/Art ©

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I've been slacking on commenting on these, but I really love this! The flashing lights on the color parts of Chomby are a great touch and I love the kitsune mask (I think that's what it is, if not I'm sorry) that just appears on his face from time to time. The overall beat of the song is nice and the energy it gives is my kind of vibe. Great work and start to the New Year! <3
Humans have yet to understand what actual consciousness is and how it's created and controlled. For all we know, an outside force could be responsible and could bring it to anyone or thing. Just look at Herbie the Love Bug lol. Sometimes that little extra care in making something endows it with a little something extra. Why or how is not important, it's the fact if you know you are you. like you understand you're perceiving the world and have a sense of self and others that's what matters. Not what you're made of, because the outcome was the same regardless of the parts used to make you, you.
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