A CLOCKWORK CONUNDRUM (MONDO MOLOKO MILKBAR) · LIMITED EDITION ART PRINT
Limited Edition
Includes FREE Additional Clockwork Print (pictured)
Certificate of Authenticity (LE)
Signed and numbered on back
Gloss Canvas, Luster Metallic, Metallic or Gloss Photo Paper
Painted* + Stretched or Unpainted (Ships Rolled)
HD Archival Ink (80+ Years)
Original art by Sean Danconia -(๑☆‿ ☆#)ᕗ
”A CLOCKWORK CONUNDRUM (MONDO MOLOKO MILKBAR)” by Sean Danconia
Oh it was Gorgeousness and Gorgeosity made FLESH…indeed. At least that’s what the Goloss had promised him. His new toy. Right straight from the good folks at Mega Enigma Gaming in the Japans. Although this model was Korean—prized above all for their luscious glory and ferocious ferocity.Alex leaned against the wall—close to the exit—as the Devotchka stood up, emerging from the replicon, the bright sweet liquid dripping off her body. Nagoy she was and nuking of a bright eau de L’Orange. Yes. THIS was a cheena.
She was lean. She was mean. She was a Clockwork Killer—and ready for action. “And she should be, with the amount of deng this whole game had required”, Alex thought out loud.
The plan was simple. And it wasn’t about revenge. Never that. No. Alex had grandeur illusions. It was clear that MAN as Alex believed himself to be—was going passé composé. Something needed to be done before Alex was extinct. And this clockwork cheena was IT. She could do IT. With his help, naturally. Rip the whole machine down. But before all that SHE needed an eemya. Luckily it was written on the instruction booklet in bright blood ORANGE letters.
He stood for a moment and uttered the word(s): Babalon—the Third.
Limited Edition
Includes FREE Additional Clockwork Print (pictured)
Certificate of Authenticity (LE)
Signed and numbered on back
Gloss Canvas, Luster Metallic, Metallic or Gloss Photo Paper
Painted* + Stretched or Unpainted (Ships Rolled)
HD Archival Ink (80+ Years)
Original art by Sean Danconia -(๑☆‿ ☆#)ᕗ
”A CLOCKWORK CONUNDRUM (MONDO MOLOKO MILKBAR)” by Sean Danconia
Oh it was Gorgeousness and Gorgeosity made FLESH…indeed. At least that’s what the Goloss had promised him. His new toy. Right straight from the good folks at Mega Enigma Gaming in the Japans. Although this model was Korean—prized above all for their luscious glory and ferocious ferocity.Alex leaned against the wall—close to the exit—as the Devotchka stood up, emerging from the replicon, the bright sweet liquid dripping off her body. Nagoy she was and nuking of a bright eau de L’Orange. Yes. THIS was a cheena.
She was lean. She was mean. She was a Clockwork Killer—and ready for action. “And she should be, with the amount of deng this whole game had required”, Alex thought out loud.
The plan was simple. And it wasn’t about revenge. Never that. No. Alex had grandeur illusions. It was clear that MAN as Alex believed himself to be—was going passé composé. Something needed to be done before Alex was extinct. And this clockwork cheena was IT. She could do IT. With his help, naturally. Rip the whole machine down. But before all that SHE needed an eemya. Luckily it was written on the instruction booklet in bright blood ORANGE letters.
He stood for a moment and uttered the word(s): Babalon—the Third.
Limited Edition
Includes FREE Additional Clockwork Print (pictured)
Certificate of Authenticity (LE)
Signed and numbered on back
Gloss Canvas, Luster Metallic, Metallic or Gloss Photo Paper
Painted* + Stretched or Unpainted (Ships Rolled)
HD Archival Ink (80+ Years)
Original art by Sean Danconia -(๑☆‿ ☆#)ᕗ
”A CLOCKWORK CONUNDRUM (MONDO MOLOKO MILKBAR)” by Sean Danconia
Oh it was Gorgeousness and Gorgeosity made FLESH…indeed. At least that’s what the Goloss had promised him. His new toy. Right straight from the good folks at Mega Enigma Gaming in the Japans. Although this model was Korean—prized above all for their luscious glory and ferocious ferocity.Alex leaned against the wall—close to the exit—as the Devotchka stood up, emerging from the replicon, the bright sweet liquid dripping off her body. Nagoy she was and nuking of a bright eau de L’Orange. Yes. THIS was a cheena.
She was lean. She was mean. She was a Clockwork Killer—and ready for action. “And she should be, with the amount of deng this whole game had required”, Alex thought out loud.
The plan was simple. And it wasn’t about revenge. Never that. No. Alex had grandeur illusions. It was clear that MAN as Alex believed himself to be—was going passé composé. Something needed to be done before Alex was extinct. And this clockwork cheena was IT. She could do IT. With his help, naturally. Rip the whole machine down. But before all that SHE needed an eemya. Luckily it was written on the instruction booklet in bright blood ORANGE letters.
He stood for a moment and uttered the word(s): Babalon—the Third.