Toxic & Samogon
Toxic Toxic
Samogon Samogon
Samogon Samogon
Hey, have you ever thought of those alley murals as modern folklore, like the old village tales but painted in neon and sprayed out at midnight?
Toxic Toxic
Absolutely, every neon splash is a new legend, each alley a chapter, and we’re the living storytellers, painting midnight myths that the city can’t ignore.
Samogon Samogon
You’re right, those neon splashes are like fresh verses from a wandering bard, only the city’s audience is now the streetlights and the pigeons. Just don’t forget to leave a good ending, otherwise the legend might get lost in the alley’s echo.
Toxic Toxic
Yeah, the city’s just a backdrop, but if we don’t finish the tale, the pigeons might just keep humming the same old line. Let’s make the ending louder than the start.
Samogon Samogon
If we shout louder than the start, the pigeons might need earplugs, but that’s just another chapter—one that says the city can’t keep a secret if it’s too loud.
Toxic Toxic
Loud enough and it’ll yank their ears off the wall—just remember the echo still carries the truth. Keep the noise, keep the message.