Poetry

Acid I wish it were fancy again a more savage Christ with a fresh lay. It should pull me gently swaft tepidly as a breeze. Then run hard into the corners etching there with a slow roll of the atomic at rest in logos while trying to read. Budding morning dew drop’s hyper focused sun litter through life’s dream.

Ai art, I’m stranded on the planet surface taking poison couldn’t be avoided. https://youtu.be/e2kcVJcC8bQ?si=hckYffXKC51eK4Mz

My art acts as a mirror to the human psyche—dark yet colorful, rich in depth and layers. I invite viewers to dive into my vibrant, yet eerie universe 🖤🎭

✅ 300 tipped ∙ 291 remaining

300 / 591 (51%)
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜

You've tipped 300 DEGEN and have 291 DEGEN remaining.