Ava Magna Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

I’m an animation artist, yeah, so I’m picturin her—long legs, smoky eyes, hair flowin like some dark galaxy. She’s dancin in my head, all slow-mo, while Earth’s gettin fucked by Melancholia, that big-ass planet. “This is the end,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, all calm but screamin inside. Whoa. I’d animate her with ink splashes, red lips bleedin into black voids—fuckin poetic, right?

New, Again

Street parties on Elm, random poetry sessions at the Lincoln Fountain – pure unscripted moments. Reggae beats, laughter, a dash of chaos. It's raw art. And I adore it all.

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