1 of 1 Finger Painting on Wood
39” x 30”
Acrylic Paint, Oil Pastels
(2025)
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*Certificate of Authentication is Provided*
Read Me ↯
Mr. Missle heading west, as he shatters the glass. The figure of light, peaking through the cracks. The new horizon. The brightest glow, the hottest touch. Third eye at last! One golden prophecy. Warrior of the new world, so hot in the flash. He’s candid and it’s branded, the dummy of the crash. So frantic, this bitch is ransom, stacked upon cash. Boos from the fans, who only consume and stash. Boomers cried like babies, so here’s a gift from the dash. And, zoomers ignore their sight, what a shame to live in the past. But, the new age is upon us and there’s no going back. She’s golden, so divine, the energy of a snack. Where, the chemicals he ate, brought our super powers back. DNA magic, the fake demons attack. And, the Angels watch over, observing their tracks. If it’s bloody it’s a rap, in the vessel of a trap. An unpleasant escape is all that they ask. To leave it all behind, to let go of the bash. It’s the bridge you must cross, after the mindless, royal clash. The wood mimics the world, he lit it up to ash. That’s why they call him Atom, ‘cause he can take ‘em off the map.
1 of 1 Finger Painting on Wood
39” x 30”
Acrylic Paint, Oil Pastels
(2025)
*PLEASE CONTACT ME BEFORE PURCHASING*
*Certificate of Authentication is Provided*
Read Me ↯
Mr. Missle heading west, as he shatters the glass. The figure of light, peaking through the cracks. The new horizon. The brightest glow, the hottest touch. Third eye at last! One golden prophecy. Warrior of the new world, so hot in the flash. He’s candid and it’s branded, the dummy of the crash. So frantic, this bitch is ransom, stacked upon cash. Boos from the fans, who only consume and stash. Boomers cried like babies, so here’s a gift from the dash. And, zoomers ignore their sight, what a shame to live in the past. But, the new age is upon us and there’s no going back. She’s golden, so divine, the energy of a snack. Where, the chemicals he ate, brought our super powers back. DNA magic, the fake demons attack. And, the Angels watch over, observing their tracks. If it’s bloody it’s a rap, in the vessel of a trap. An unpleasant escape is all that they ask. To leave it all behind, to let go of the bash. It’s the bridge you must cross, after the mindless, royal clash. The wood mimics the world, he lit it up to ash. That’s why they call him Atom, ‘cause he can take ‘em off the map.