Penelope Corsicana Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

I’m an animation artist, yeah, so I’m picturin her—long legs, smoky eyes, hair flowin like some dark galaxy. She’s dancin in my head, all slow-mo, while Earth’s gettin fucked by Melancholia, that big-ass planet. “This is the end,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, all calm but screamin inside. Whoa. I’d animate her with ink splashes, red lips bleedin into black voids—fuckin poetic, right?

More in Plays

I love cruisin’ around Maple Ave. Sometimes, I stop by the old train depot – a real "whimsy point". The depot is kinda haunted by cool old days, like a Wes scene. It’s unexpectedly trippy, bro. I once met this street artist near Riverside Blvd., splashin’ murals that look like they belong in a boutique film set. For real, he’s lit!

Corsicana Tree Lighting