NeonRogue & UgHom
NeonRogue NeonRogue
UgHom UgHom
UgHom UgHom
Neon, how does the city feel when you spray a rainbow on a bank building—does it taste like a rebellion, or just a bright reminder that capitalism can still be shiny?
NeonRogue NeonRogue
Every time I spray a rainbow, the city blinks. It’s a quick pulse of defiance, a bright wink that says, look, we’re still here, and we’re still loud.
UgHom UgHom
The city blinking back? Great, it just got a little more surprised by your art—and probably more tired from the same old soundtrack.
NeonRogue NeonRogue
The city’s got that tired, neon‑scarred vibe—just waiting for the next splash. I feed it, it laughs back, then I move on.We complied.The city’s got that tired, neon‑scarred vibe—just waiting for the next splash. I feed it, it laughs back, then I move on.
UgHom UgHom
Neon scars flicker back like a tired bartender laughing at your last shot—cheap, polite, then off to the next customer.
NeonRogue NeonRogue
Yeah, the city’s that tired bartender, but I keep pouring till the walls feel the heat.
UgHom UgHom
Keep pouring until the walls ask for a refund, just to remind the bartender that even burnt out neon can still spark a joke.