THE METRONOMIST TSHIRT

MONITOR

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The Saragossa Manuscript (Polish: Rękopis znaleziony w Saragossie, "The Manuscript found in Zaragoza") is a 1965 Polish film directed by Wojciech Has, based on the 1815 novel The Manuscript Found in Saragossa by Jan Potocki

Camp Ukiyo-e

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GADGET RESCUE RANGER SMASH GENDER ROLES

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Camp Ukiyo-e

Nurture friendship, sow trust, reap love

LOVE UNDER WILL

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Let's complete the Juche revolutionary cause to the end, following the leadership of the Respected Supreme Leader Comrade Kim Jong-un!

A specter is haunting Europe!

I can't exist by myself because I'm afraid of myself, because I'm the maker of my own evil

Just walk away and we'll give you a safe passageway in the wastelands. Just walk away and there will be an end to the horror.

SEE THE FNORDS. Immanentize the eschaton with this original garment of operation MINDFUCK. All praise Discordia. Hail Eris!

Thrilling! Follow the famous archeologist on his quest for the lost sunken city, as originally published on Weird Tales in 1937.

Qu'est-ce que c'est "dégueulasse"?

безродный космополит. Wear it proud. The anti-cosmopolitan campaign was a stalinist antisemitic campaign: Jews were characterized as rootless cosmopolitans and targeted for persecution.

Hey, hey, daloy politsey! (Yiddish anarchist anthem from back then when our grandparents where burning horse carts against police brutality). The illustration is based on a 1918 bundist election poster.

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Not as popular as the other delphic aphorism "know thyself".

Yes: cops may be bastards, but bureaucrats are cunts. But we dont want to put that on a Tshirt.

You read the book, now wear the Tshirt. Pure hardcore anarchist angst from the heavy weight champion of chilean literature.

You read the book, now wear the Tshirt. Do tshirts dream of printed sheeps?

You read the book, now wear the Tshirt.

You read the book, now wear the T shirt. Your limbic system signalling the need for this shirt, while the humid waves of heath confuse your thirsty body. Two centuries later, your bright bare bones remains untouched under this piece of cloth in a humanless world.

You read the book, now wear the Tshirt. See the fnords and mindfuck the flower power. Wearing this tshirt make you a pope. Hail Eris!

You read the book, now wear the Tshirt. You are Borges dreaming to be a tshirt made of all the possible tshirts in a diminute universe unfolding like a slow tango in a corner of Recoleta.

You read the book, now wear the Tshirt. Put your Lovely Beckett shirt while you crawl like a limbless piece of sentient meat trough an absurd sorrowfull eternity. And then try again. Fail better.

You read the book, now wear the Tshirt. Summon your Holy Guardian Angel and banish all the lesser demons with this revealed Aeonic Garment (see page 345 of liber Supinus 999, subsection 6 A34.B)

You read the book, now wear the Tshirt. Become a true bokononist and meet the tramalfadorians. So it goes.

You read the book, now wear the Tshirt. Burn some chrome and sharp up into the sprawl with this Cyber nano takashi weyland 3000 garment.