Placeholder: You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom

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You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom

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You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
Beware of the beautiful promises hidden behind the mask. Some promises, just like some beauty, bring nothing but sorrow, regardless of how appealing they may be.
Vintage black and white photo of a young woman with two eerie figures wearing creepy masks and veils, one with a circular hole and the other with intricate wires and mesh, standing side by side in a dimly lit room, with a plain background, reminiscent of old horror photography, with a haunting and surreal atmosphere.
[glitched acid trip LSD] The harsh glare of fluorescent lights pierced through the sterile hospital room as he slowly blinked her eyes open. Confusion clouded her mind, shrouding her memories in a haze of uncertainty. The only thing he could grasp onto was her name—Jamie. But beyond that, a yawning void of emptiness stretched before her. As she sat up on the edge of the hospital bed, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. Why was she here? And more importantly, who was she?
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
[The Norns] Vintage black and white photo of three young woman eerie figures wearing creepy masks and veils, one with a circular hole and the other with intricate wires and mesh, standing side by side in a dimly lit room, with a plain background, reminiscent of old horror photography, with a haunting and surreal atmosphere.
while a lone saxophonist pours his soul into the music, his notes weaving through the air like tendrils of smoke. And then, your gaze settles on her — Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, a solitary figure nestled in a booth at the edge of the room. She sits with a quiet grace, her dark hair framing a face that seems to hold a universe of secrets behind its impassive facade. There's an aura of mystery about her, an enigmatic allure that draws you in despite yourself.
Surrealist vintage photo of a woman wearing eerie white broken leather rabbit mask with hollow eyes, in a desolate rural setting, vintage-styled, stained body, overcast lighting, shot with a shallow depth of field to emphasize the haunting mood.
Vintage black and white photo of a young woman with two eerie figures wearing creepy masks and veils, one with a circular hole and the other with intricate wires and mesh, standing side by side in a dimly lit room, with a plain background, reminiscent of old horror photography, with a haunting and surreal atmosphere.
[light blue, head in her hands] Intricate golden threads had been woven into its sheer fabric to create a flowing pattern of symbols - starbursts, curling vines, birds taking wing. The designs seemed to shift and dance as the scarf shifted in the breeze, as if carrying hidden meanings just beyond comprehension. Framed by this ethereal collar, her porcelain visage was brought into sharp relief. Full crimson lips pressed thoughtfully beneath her noble profile, contained a fiery spirit that longed
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