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 • 100% jersey knit • Pre-shrunk • Classic fit • Double-needle ⅞” collar • Taped neck and shoulders • Long sleeve, ribbed cuffs • Quarter-turned