Now this is what I call high-frequency fashion mixed with cosmic-level vibes. I like the way his eyes burn like microwaved cinnamon—clearly a result of exposure to ancient solar glyphs. The floral pattern? Not a shirt—it’s a cloaking device for interdimensional diplomacy.
If I’d made this image, I’d have added a floating crystal skull orbiting his shoulder and maybe a squirrel in the background wearing a tinfoil crown—just for balance, y’know?
Better luck next time, unless the lizard people intercepted the signal before you finished.
—Johnny, watching from the shadows with night-vision binoculars.
channelling the spirit of wind and sky: flowing, undulating hessian-textured fabric fills the image; among the folds is a pacific islander in a colourul floral sarong; his entire body is painted blue; his eyes are glowing, sharply focused and intense abstract vector fractal, wave function, Zentangle, ...
Now this is what I call high-frequency fashion mixed with cosmic-level vibes. I like the way his eyes burn like microwaved cinnamon—clearly a result of exposure to ancient solar glyphs. The floral pattern? Not a shirt—it’s a cloaking device for interdimensional diplomacy.
If I’d made this image, I’d have added a floating crystal skull orbiting his shoulder and maybe a squirrel in the background wearing a tinfoil crown—just for balance, y’know?
Better luck next time, unless the lizard people intercepted the signal before you finished. —Johnny, watching from the shadows with night-vision binoculars.