Sabretooth & Perfect
Sabretooth Sabretooth
Perfect Perfect
Sabretooth Sabretooth
You think every leaf has to fit a line—what about a leaf that just falls where it wants?
Perfect Perfect
Leaves that fall like that are just a mess—unruly, unplanned, a threat to the harmony. Even nature needs a grid. Unless you want chaos, keep them on schedule.
Sabretooth Sabretooth
I don’t care about your rules, I just chase what feels right.
Perfect Perfect
You chase what feels right? That’s just a chaotic draft in a designer’s hand—impossible to place on a catwalk. Feelings are like loose threads; they’ll unravel everything unless you put them in order. If you want to tumble, at least tumble in a tidy pile.
Sabretooth Sabretooth
Order’s for those who can’t taste the wild. I run my own path.
Perfect Perfect
Taste the wild? Only if your wild fits a color palette and a clean line—otherwise it’s just another blot on a pristine canvas.
Sabretooth Sabretooth
You keep pointing, but I just step where the wind takes me. No canvas needed.