Extremely hyped how this piece came out. Still working on 3d renders but the actual tee is just flawless. Follow us on Instagram @romancesphere for more art and visuals like this.
genre: literary/drama (original flash piece I wrote for my writing club a few months back! inspired by BGC, Jackass, & reality TV in general.)
[tw: drug/alc addiction + the things that go along w/overindulgence]
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Dex did lines with his mom at sixteen.
He told Jo when they met at twenty. Angry, defiant. Like it was gonna scare her. Like her nails weren’t long on purpose. Like she wasn't rolling cigs at age four. They were budding reality stars and Jo said, You get paid to kill yourself on half pipes. I bully girls in a mansion for a living. Stroked her beige fingers through his copper mop top. Jo said, Little nose candy’s good with arm candy. They indulged in both together.
Six months in, Jo knew he was The One, was set to propose if he didn’t do it first. She was doing the heavy lifting, anyway, realizing they were soulmates. Recognizing marriage thrived on things besides blow, things besides booze and corner store food. If Chaos was a religion, she and Dex were devout followers. That’s why they did trash TV. Jo knew crazy was healthy. Pull no punches and find your same wildfire in a loved one’s eyes. But maybe, Jo thought, it could be more controlled. Cut back. The blank filled in with something else.
One night in Dex’s apartment the lino was clean and then covered in Jo’s stomach contents. Jo fell belly-down on the floor, arms by her head and nose so close to Four Loko/cake mush. Sweaty hair painful-tight in a high ponytail. Cherry-chocolate bile stank in her face. Past the pounding in her brain Dex snored in the other room. The normal snore, not the ‘so trashed you might swallow your tongue’ one. Jo registered the flat baggie in her bra — she’d flushed her and Dex’s stash down the toilet. Dex was so stoked about their first anniversary that he hadn’t noticed its absence.
Jo smiled, tired, blissed. One day they might only be love junkies.
consider; garage band au for johnny. this punk ass guy who wants to make it in the punk rock scene so fuckin badly. doing the bar gigs. actually really good on the vocals. has great stage presence and attitude. needs his big break.
That one new mcr skateboard with the rosary and the tiny revenge era picture of them all lined up printed right where you put your back foot is the funniest thing I've seen all night - for the small, small price of $80, you can shred up street curbs and likely be perceived as a public nuisance with the spiritual help of nothing other than catholic imagery