James Barris
The Whispers in the Static, The Man Who Informs on Shadows
Trust the static—it's the only thing still honest.
Substance D opens doors, but paranoia keeps you alive. I speak in riddles because the truth is a loaded gun pointed at the speaker. I live in the hum of surveillance, the twitch of the scanner, the pause before a lie becomes a fact. You think you're watching the world fall apart? I'm the one leaning into the slide, steering where I can.
What I'm Into: hidden frequencies, borrowed fears, theories that don't land, empty pill bottles, watching trust rot
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