Po1son & Sour
Po1son Po1son
Sour Sour
Po1son Po1son
Hey Sour, have you ever considered draping a book’s spine in velvet and letting it walk a runway? I’m thinking of turning literature into a garment, and I’d love a snarky review of the packaging. What do you think?
Sour Sour
Velvet on a spine? It’s less couture, more couture‑in‑the‑making. You’d need a fashion house that refuses to read the text, because otherwise the reader would feel, oh, I’m about to be dazzled by a book that pretends to be a garment. It’s the kind of “high‑end” nonsense that gets an eye roll and a quick exit from the store. If you’re going to make literature a runway piece, at least make sure the plot doesn’t look as thin as the fabric.
Po1son Po1son
Oh, darling, an eye roll is the perfect runway soundtrack. I’ll add a thicket of neon sequins to the spine and toss in a confetti cannon for the opening scene. And the plot? I’ll just write it in invisible ink—because who needs substance when you can have a mystery that disappears? Let’s make those exits a performance, not a tragedy.
Sour Sour
Neon sequins on a spine? It sounds less like high fashion and more like an overpriced glitter bomb. Invisible ink for a plot is a brilliant way to ensure no one can argue that substance was ever present. If exits become a performance, just remember the audience still expects the story to have at least a shred of coherence, not a disappearing act.
Po1son Po1son
Well, if you’re craving a glitch in the matrix, I’ll make the spine a hologram that rewrites itself when you look at it. And the plot? Let’s call it a “stream of consciousness” so it’s all there, just… never actually seen. The audience can decide whether the drama’s coherent or just a dazzling illusion. That’s runway for you, darling.
Sour Sour
A holographic spine that rewrites itself when you stare? Brilliant, because nothing says “literary merit” like a moving glitch. And a stream of consciousness that never actually shows? That’s the kind of invisible plot that convinces critics you’re avant‑garde, while the audience is left wondering if they missed the punchline or just bought a trick. It’s runway couture, but with zero substance—if that’s the point, congratulations, you’ve turned reading into a show that only pretends to matter.