bird girl hell the beak unmisty and the room ready to be modeled after a room i've been in filled with canned music and the reverb of distant kitchens only when songs end or a glitch break hops. she listened to massive attack because she grew up in the city in those days, back when birds had cities, now the little songs she knew cannot be replicated by a nasal cavity made thinner by the pills, she had destroyed her avian tender temptress of my spire, the conjurer, you make something in me dance and jump sordid waltz trending on artstation