☆ ESTABLISHED TRANSMISSION WITH : @goretales
HE DONS miens like he dons his flashy outfits -- each is carefully curated to the specific time, place and person, every minuscule quip chosen with the utmost care to better compliment his desired persona.
THE ONE he dons for interviews, for example, is one of practiced indifference and haughty charm, a careful smile perched on his pink-glossed lips as he crosses his legs and steeples his fingers, cocking his head as he listens to the woman opposite him. She’s been welcomed with open arms into his living room, provided she keep her promise and give him a glowing review for her music magazine: after all, these pleasantries are transactional. He’d much prefer to be left alone.
❝ THE ALBUM, ❞ he drawls, gesturing vaguely with silver-ringed fingers, ❝ is still a work in progress, but it’s coming along nicely. A whole new sound -- something totally different ! I don’t want to be boxed in with any singular genre, ❞ he scoffs in disgust, ❝ and I find it paramount that I keep things interesting. A little darker -- a little weirder. Less cosmic daydreams, more cosmic horror, yeah ? ❞