Hang me from the rings of Saturn. Beat the stars into my eyes. Make my screams a supernova, Spreading over twilit skies. Grate my skin on lunar concrete craters. Drown me in the milky way. Do whatever you deem fit, Just promise me you'll let me join the next Onsdagscruiser session.
• Print on the front • 50% cotton/50% polyester • Reduced pilling and softer air-jet spun yarn • Double-lined hood • 1x1 athletic rib knit cuffs and waistband with spandex • Double-needle stitching throughout • Front pouch pocket