what even is this?

a playground. a digital sketchbook. a subconscious as website. good luck meditating over here.

a space where algorithms meet intuition (yours or mine, still up for debate)

there are no maps and theres no turning around.

am I?

I'm an artist, escaped Amazon horse-power-slave, and aspiring Hermit. I've terrorised wealthhy men in NYC, ran a videography business in Albania, and now I'm turning my suffering into a craft of conjure.

This site is a desperate attempt to accurately depict how I've seen the world and hopefully, find a cure: bioluminescent, sweet as infected honey, and full of N-dimethyltryptamine.

how to use this site

you know that site CloudHiker?

Of course you do, you classy lil shit. this is like that.

But the source material comes solely from my consciousness, sub or dom.

videos that stayed with me, poems written during moments of possession, archived DeepSeek chat prompts, cult campaign ideas I had as a child, tiktoks that made me stop watching tiktoks, films I've eaten, games i wish were real, artists that deserve armies, philosophies of memetic angels, and so so much more.

Click on things. Follow your nose for the fruity taste it chose.

There are hidden links, secret messages, and portals.

Catch me if you can, hoe.

You're not lost. You're exactly where you need to be. Trust the porta-potty process˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

hex738678 manifesto

meatbag believes in scum.

no more beating around a bush. that bush called ya mama a hoe. beat the shit out that bush

chaos is a metaphor for psychological flexibility. nothing is true, everything is permitted. We adopt belief systems as tools rather than worshipping a specific entity.

This site is a hex—a spell cast on the internet to remind you that you are alive, that you are also a beloved meatbag, and that the journey is the Arby's.