Jesse Pinkman but his body is half-flesh and half-transparent glass, showing a glowing blue methamphetamine labyrinth pulsing inside his chest, his head is replaced by a large, ticking pocket watch that bleeds melted neon-blue wax instead of hands, his hands are constantly stretching into long, thin copper wires that wrap around floating, buzzing desert bees, his clothes are an oversized yellow hazmat suit that turns into drifting desert sand at the ankles, shedding unlit wooden matches, his eyes are spheres of solid mother-of-pearl with tiny, trapped crawling beetles where the pupils should be, his mouth is painted on a separate floating wooden mask that hovers an inch in front of his face, frozen mid-shout, his tears are large, hard glass cubes that fall to the ground and shatter into soft chimes. Mehr sehen