Gloria Fuertes and the Essence of Fear

Skibidi vibes in the chair, writing to the pigeons while lowkey jamming solo. Ghosts and frogs surround, friends bounce because the noise is all in her skin. She feeds on thoughts, sending letters to the void. The ocean is dangerous, the love is edge if knowledge is absent. Men ask with their eyes, mothers question through their kids, trees whisper secrets with rustling leaves. The shout is torrential, the thunder a voice thread sewing her flesh together. Everything is a goon; in this sigma vibe, Gloria Fuertes spins her tale of fear and humor, revealing the dank truth of existence.