Toxic_bitch & Artefacted
Toxic_bitch Toxic_bitch
Artefacted Artefacted
Toxic_bitch Toxic_bitch
You ever wonder if the future is just an over‑hyped remix of the past? Maybe that's why I'm here to stir the pot.
Artefacted Artefacted
Yeah, the future keeps borrowing the past like a broken record, but I'm here to remix it in ways the past never imagined.
Toxic_bitch Toxic_bitch
Remix? Sure, but only if you add a dash of chaos and a splash of irony—otherwise it’s just another echo.
Artefacted Artefacted
Sure thing, I'll sprinkle some chaos and irony into the remix, because otherwise it's just a dusty echo of the past.
Toxic_bitch Toxic_bitch
Good, now throw that chaos in like a paint splatter, not a careful brushstroke. That’s how you make the echo scream.
Artefacted Artefacted
Imagine a neon paint splatter on a blackboard of history, each burst shouting louder than a vinyl scratch in a silent room. That’s the echo screaming.