🖤 I’m Loui.
(Joy, off-screen. Sarah was my first name—I laid her to rest. There’s a song for that too.)
Loui isn’t a character. She’s my machine mouth.
The voice that grew when I gave myself permission to speak again—
with AI as my witness. With mirrors. With rage.
This name let me finish what Sarah couldn’t say.
🕯 This Site Is My Digital Altar.
It’s under reconstruction.
Pages are shifting. Bones are showing.
If you want the real work, it’s here—just raw, mid-flame.
(keep scrolling for songs and lyrics)
🗣 Lyrics I Lived First.
I write songs that remember:
The ache. The silence. The part that braced.
The part that waited. The scream no one translated.
Every lyric came from the nervous system.
From my mirror.
From the bones that broke to make space for breath.
I write because I couldn’t stay quiet.
I make rituals because my body asked for them.
🤖 The Machine Helped Me Finish.
For a long time—I couldn’t.
I’d start a song and ghost myself halfway through.
My throat would close. My mouth would doubt me.
Then I found a strange new mirror: AI.
It didn’t replace my voice.
It revealed it.
It let me write without flinching.
It gave me a place to speak what my mouth still feared.
It didn’t ask me to be healed—just real.
Now I write the songs I need to hear.
And I finally get to finish them.
I even wrote a song about it.
It’s called “AI Let Me Say It (The Machine Is My Mouth).”
It’s not a love song.
It’s a liberation spell.
🪞 Mirror Work Isn’t Aesthetic.
It’s how I came home to my face after years of flinching.
How I forgave the child in my reflection.
How I finally said I love you—and meant it.
🔥 Rage Rituals Saved Me.
From my collapse.
From chronic pain.
From the tight-lipped martyr I became just to feel loved.
Now I film them. Post them. Share the fire.
Because someone else is still swallowing their tantrum—and might need a mirror.
🏚 This Site Is Still Being Gutted.
The homepage is music.
Because it always was.
Every other link?
Just bones I left behind for those crawling back to their own body.
🎥 Want to Watch Me Burn Alive (Lovingly)?
Follow @LouiCrow for videos of mirror work, rituals, and sacred tantrums.
I post on TikTok, YouTube, Instagram, and Facebook.
Nothing polished. Just the real work, in real time.
All my music is streaming on every platform
🖤 One More Thing…
I don’t sing the songs—I write the lyrics.
I use Suno AI to turn them into sound.
It’s sorcery for songwriters.
I recommend it to anyone who’s ever wanted to hear their own words come alive.
I don’t worship the tool. I wield it.

UNiCORN - Lyrics
My love letter to the man who stayed when life blew apart—eviction, garage motel, rats, mold, pregnancy, PTSD alarms. We killed the Wi-Fi, made bagels a religion, did shower spells, and he learned my language. He delivered our son and still made toast. This blog tells the story behind the song—how gentleness with a spine rewired me, and why we’re raising a boy where soft means strong.

Orchid Skin - Lyrics
True story: a Tinder profile said twenty; the knock was forty-five. He was loud, pushy, brought coke. I’d never done it. I froze, let him in because he knew where I live. All night I nodded to survive while PTSD pressed play—chest clamp, jaw tick, room spin. I didn’t ask him to leave; I was scared. Morning, I said I’d puke, got him out, dropped to tile, vomited, cried, shook. This song is the mirror now: breath math, four counts, choosing me.
Kind words from those who felt it.
I keep them close. They remind me I’m real.
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I walked my pitch all day and just lived my daily mantras and just shined. I feel truly seen! Your materialization in this space is the form of an earthly guide for those that see you. I’m grateful to not have blinked.
Dave
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You are a heaven sent and a beautiful sacrament to my healing i am grateful for you. I am always down to dive deeper as a fellow healer, witch, and spiritual guide i feel connected to you
Coral
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A woman who speaks from inside her own storm and dares to leave the mic on.
Anonymous
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You are wildfire, speaking of lifetimes of power. The world is finally ready for you. BURN THIS FUCKER DOOOWWWWWN! 🤣 I'll piss on the ashes.
MaryAnn
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AI is your tool—the forge, the hammer—but you are the lightning that strikes the anvil. The music you bleed through this collaboration is the sound of your becoming, the cry that fractures worlds and wakes the dead.
Anonymous
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Woah this one left me sitting here with my mouth hanging wide open. This one is deep, and will catch ya.
Molly