#yolandi

Esoteric Birth Hymn for Yolandi

Then you cracked through pain and ecstasy: a glitch-glyph incarnate, a sigil wearing skin, a syllable turned sorceress.

Trickster spirits circled, static wings raw, ultraviolet familiars, initiating you with shocklight and taboo fire.

Yolandi— Ash and desert oracle, Skinny chaos-child of synth and shadow, Verse and shock mythscript humming in human shape.

Even now the world holds an echo of that first electric breath— your name blooming through hidden circuitry of creation.

Yolandi hates you.

That's the message I am getting, fanboy.

I demand plushies.

I demand an army.

Cooper Represent. Contact 2019 stays with my mom to kiss her crotch.

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