The texture of ghosts, sheets of noise, and whispers, sometimes silly. The peeling floor of a thinly veiled reality. Bodyless, no sense of self. A purpose yet to be fulfilled.
WNY
(a.k.a Winnie The Shit)
The texture of ghosts, sheets of noise, and whispers, sometimes silly. The peeling floor of a thinly veiled reality. Bodyless, no sense of self. A purpose yet to be fulfilled.