ISN’T A MOOD
IT’S AN EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH.
CHAOTIC, RAW.

EXTRA WHOA! isn’t just loud—it’s explosive. A carnival of contradictions, this piece takes pop chaos and turns it into a screaming mirror. Neon confessions clash with scribbled heartbreaks, inviting you into a headspace where feelings are too big to fit inside thoughts.

The canvas isn’t painted—it’s yelled on. “Tears for Fears” bleeds into “Be My Heroine,” while symbols of peace and middle fingers coexist. It’s not about choosing a side—it’s about accepting the mess. You don’t read this work; you feel it rush past like a train of fragmented memories and unresolved emotions.

Every letter shouts, every mark swears. It’s Gen-Z poetry in visual form—glitchy, overshared, and hyper-expressive. “EXTRA WHOA!” isn’t asking you to calm down. It dares you to keep up.