On God from Friend by james K
A version of James K was born. Comprised of bones, reactive metals and a larynx with freckled eyes that catalyzes that mix. She produces her music and makes temporary haven for indomitable lyrics – and these are in constant flux. You can check what they are here: [917 908-1173]. It's only a part of her ultra-detailed world. A world that she abandons and then builds upon.