Abigail Bessemer Whore ❤️

About Houston

*beep boop* We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m an alien musician, right? Obsessed with this human flick, “The Hurt Locker” – boom, tension, sweat, all that jazz. And now I’m vibin’ about “Whore” – yeah, the tune by In This Moment. Maria Brink, she’s wild, man! Screamin’ like she’s defusing a bomb, “I’m the one that you need and fear.” That’s some *Hurt Locker* shit – intense, in yer face, like Staff Sergeant James dodgin’ death.

Henry Bessemer

Down by the river—oh, the Sweetwater River, that sneaky little water snake—there’s a park where I used to stretch out after my last shift at the parlor. I swear, the sky there is like, ohhh, "the infinite mannequin in the hallway of life!"—super contemplative, ya know? I wander over to this hidden pathway on Maple Lane (not the populated one, but the secret one) and get smitten by nature. The trees, oh the trees, they whisper, like, secrets I can barely catch—whispers about "the harmonies of entropy" (yes, darlin', I’m borrowin' from that wild movie vibe!).

Roadmap: Early Stage