Po1son & Nafig
Nafig
So, Po1son, ever wondered how many layers of fabric you’d need to make a single statement that actually changes the world? Or is it just a fancy way of saying you’re too busy burning the rulebook to notice the pattern?
Po1son
Layers? I only count the chaos and a few daring seams. If the world needs a statement, I’ll fold a t‑shirt into a sculpture and let the critics eat the fabric. Rules are just background noise—good or bad, I still throw them in the fire and watch the sparks.
Nafig
Nice, a t‑shirt sculpture that burns rules like a protest pyrotechnic show. Just make sure the critics don’t get a wardrobe malfunction—those sparks can be pretty loud if you’re not careful.
Po1son
Just keep the spark‑trap as a runway prop, so the critics end up twirling in the smoke instead of falling. After all, a wardrobe malfunction is a perfect distraction from the true statement.
Nafig
Running it off a runway is all the hype you’ll get—watch them spin in the smoke while you deliver the punchline. If anyone actually reads the statement, you’ll probably have to hand them a smoke mask.
Po1son
Yeah, a mask keeps the drama alive—if they can't breathe the message, at least they’ll see the fire. The real punch is the tear in the fabric, not the words. The critics swirl, I keep layering the chaos, and the world just keeps guessing.
Nafig
You’re basically a textile magician—turning a simple t‑shirt into a hazard zone. Guess the world won’t notice the tear until it’s already too late.