This unhinged, glitch-fueled tribute to Damien Hirst’s conceptual chaos flips the script on ‘refined art’ with pure METH-HEDZ energy. Glass distills the absurdity of pharmaceutical aesthetics into neon-drenched rebellion. 69mg/ml? 420ml? You already know what’s up. A high-dose reminder that METH-HEDZ lives at the intersection of twisted art, anti-establishment vibes, and unapologetic chaos. Freeclaim for the degenerates who’ve proven themselves worthy. Because of art.
Rodeyo
