Dear Photoshop,
1. Babavanga: Muka orang buta tua akan menggantikan muka model berpakaian jaket asimetris, naikkan tangan kiri untuk supaya tangan model menunjuk ke depan. Di tangan kanan model akan memegang tas pink. Di bawah model huruf kata” babavanga menggantikan kata balenciaga, font tetap sama. Di sebaliknya, leher tersebut memanjang banget tapi harus kelihatan seperti tersambung dari jaket antara bagian kepala sama pundak. Muka bule cowok menggantikan muka perempuan, dan kulit tangan perlu di sesuaikan dengan kulit bule. Font yang digunakan dari band old man's child tapi kata” diganti ke daddy long neck.
2. Shoko asahara: gunakan dasar gambar model botak berjalan. Tambahkan orang berjenggot berpakaian pink duduk di atas kotak sebelah kiri. Tank gas “chlorine” berwarna kuning bersenderan di bawah kotak yang diduduki orang itu. Di antara asap kuning muncul wajah dan tangan dan rambut cewek tua di referensi. Cewek ini tolong bikin kelihatan seperti bagian dari asap seperti jin yang muncul, warna kuning juga. Font Rick Owens dipakai dan kata” di ganti ke “Shoko Asahara” di bawah gambar. Di belakang tertulis “chlorine gas festival august 16, 2018” di bagian tengah atas dan di lingkari merah sama biru seperti referensi. Di bawah kata” tempat di sebelah kiri dan jadwal jam di sebelah kanan. Font nya standar kaya font kata “underground” di referensi yang dilingkari merah dan biru tapi untuk tempat dan jadwal jam, pakai font block dengan outline hitam, dalamnya putih.
3. Pillreports: Gunakan format seperti pillreports.net di link ini https://pillreports.net/index.php?page=display_pill&id=36476 tapi ganti gambar pill dan kata” yang di kolom bawah gambar pill. Gunakan border window internet abu” juga dan website seluruhnya. Gambar pill di ganti ke pez warna pink dan titik titik tinta di atas gambar pil nya di simpen seperti contoh aslinya. Nama red superman juga di ganti ke pink pez. Format kolom yang di bawah pill di ganti seperti yang di link ini https://crackbillionair.wordpress.com/2010/09/06/pill-reports-misreports-quebecs-latest-speed-spill/ yang di kotak merah di ganti. Gantian nya sudah di sketsa di dalam folder. Jadwal di sebelah User Report terbilang:
10:00 pm - Popped my first half and immediately started seeing fractals in the uber driver’s beard with pomeranians shrinking and growing synchronised to my breathing. A couple seconds of this, my uber driver transformed to action bronson and i started noticing myself nibble on his beard, the scrumptious taste of umami and vegemite was so salivating that i can’t seem to keep my eyes open.
11:00 pm - I felt an elbow hit my solar plexus and finally opened my eyes with the uber driver opening my door and dragging me out on the curb with an ice pick on one hand. At this moment, i gasped for my first breath but i felt like as if i was breathing through my pit stains, as if car air conditioning was on max fan with my shirt sleeves enveloping the fans, my nose was blocked. Pink fluid that looked like a pepto bismol waterfall started flooding my vision.
00:00 am - I pinched myself as i awaken at my venue (palladium nightclub in hollywood) and i had fake eyelashes on the length of a full sized curtain which continued to grow whenever i stopped moving. My feet won't stop crip walking on its own and lil uzi vert’s XO tour life seemed to be playing from inside of me and stopping whenever i tried to slow down as if the floor is lava, blue like that of the ijen crater.
00:15 am - As i entered the venue, i tried reaching for my two and a half pink pez left to OD and end the trip as well as life on earth but i could not feel my pocket or even my clothes at all, as if i was controlling an invisible hand as i reached into the lower half of my body. Looking up to the stage, an invisible hand emerged out of the ceiling, scaring the crowd out of the venue like a claw machine. I continued swirling my hand grooving to the hard bass.
00:16 am - As the bass felt boosted, a drop so deep brought me flat to the ground. My hand continued moving as if it had a life of its own. My hand felt like it was dissipating into thin air as i try to stop it from moving so much. A bouncer glared at me like skeith from neopets and i pretended that this was an intentional part of a dance choreography. I somehow managed to pull my body weight up with my hands rotating, imagining there is a rope i am grabbing on and the bouncer laughed as i got onto my feet. I felt slightly more sober but the crowd of 18 year old clout chasers were hyping me up to continue my choreography, making even more space for me. Lil uzi vert who looked more like anton lavey at this point, saw this gap in the crowd and told the crowd to separate into two sides to prepare for a mosh often referred to as the wall of death, i was saved from being the center of attention and felt part of the crowd.
01:00 am - I felt a numbing sensation on my thigh and i gazed onto the floor to spot a good 10 pounds of flesh lying there, being kicked around as if it was Mbappe dribbling a soccer ball. My hand of which i could not felt was picking the right side of my thigh with a cigar puncher i left in the pocket of my hoodie from last week’s BOTL convention. Members of the crowd carried and rested me against a beanbag that felt like what music would feel like if it was a physical thing.
01:30 am - My lanky frame and long eyelashes caught the attention of what looked like a human rainbow from the beanbag i was laying on. I was smothered by a balenciaga ss18 underwear that had a rainbow skidmark with the scent of diptyque candles. Muted bass continued to play softer and softer as time passes by.
14:52 pm - I woke up with 6ix9ine’s dick in my mouth which continued to leak sour fluid until i got up and spat it over the bedsheets which made a fendi monogram pattern, i was holding a motorola razr phone on my other hand. My neck felt heavy and i walked up to the mirror only to see that i was wearing his new lady rainicorn chain, his 69 chain, his saw ghost chain, and jay z’s 5 kilogram cuban link. The phone started vibrating to the rhythm of “gummo” and i dashed out of the hotel room to sunday brunch downstairs with a soft voice that sounded like lil tay singing to ed sheeran’s shape of you ringing in my head.
Overall, a 10/10 trip. One that i would recommend for everyone of all ages and music genres. If you want some hmu for the low at 626-723-9910. Word on the street is that chemical warfare bases in PyongYang have enough of this to dose the world’s population by tenfold.
4. Fendi casa: Lambang “FENDI casa” di taruh di bawah kanan bagian foto referensi kamar putih dengan sofa hitam seperti referensi yang ada kursi biru.
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