Alysia East

About me:

Midnight Incendiary 🔥 😈 "Some call it chaos. I call it the sound of silence before the spark." 🖤 Who Am I? Cruising through the digital decay, I am the echo in the abandoned halls, the flicker in the bonfire on Devil's Night. I thrive in the dark corners and the raw, unpolished grit of the underground. If you're looking for shiny happy people, you're on the wrong street. My world is painted in the hues of burnt gasoline, faded denim, and deep, consuming midnight. My playlist is the soundtrack to urban decay—loud, unforgiving, and laced with distortion. I don't fit in. I carve my own path through the static. 🎧 The Frequency of Silence My senses operate on a different frequency. I'm HOH (Hard of Hearing), which means while some noise fades, other perceptions sharpen. I catch the things others miss—the silent shifts, the unspoken truths, the low rumble of trouble coming. Don't mistake the lack of sound for a lack of awareness. I read the room in glances and vibrations. You'd be surprised what you notice when the incessant clamor of the world is turned down. It's a different kind of focus. 💀 Obsessions & Afflictions The Hour Before Dawn: When the rules dissolve and the true freaks come out. Decaying Aesthetics: Rust, broken glass, abandoned architecture, and anything that looks like it has a story no one wants to tell. The Racket: Noise rock, industrial, raw punk, and anything that makes the speakers crackle. Static: The beautiful, abrasive interference in the signal.

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