[ he's perched on the arm of a streetside bench, the soles of his feet hooked over the edge of the seat. he's stripped of the ugly coarse-textured jumpsuit, instead dressed in his usual fashion - all street, all trashy. there's a faceless quality to the men and women milling around in the imagined crowd, but some faces are decidedly distinct. some faces repeat.
little ghosts from tetora's world of horrors. ]
You like it? You can touch shit here too, everything here is informed by what you and I have experienced. It's like that Matrix movie, only better.
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[ he's perched on the arm of a streetside bench, the soles of his feet hooked over the edge of the seat. he's stripped of the ugly coarse-textured jumpsuit, instead dressed in his usual fashion - all street, all trashy. there's a faceless quality to the men and women milling around in the imagined crowd, but some faces are decidedly distinct. some faces repeat.
little ghosts from tetora's world of horrors. ]
You like it? You can touch shit here too, everything here is informed by what you and I have experienced. It's like that Matrix movie, only better.