This isn’t stitched for the spotlight.
This is for the ones who burn quieter.
For the ones who broke beautifully and kept the pieces. glowing, radioactive, and true.
Each cloth is a pale ghost of impact, bleached by rage and splattered in neon like a scream that couldn’t be swallowed. Under normal light, it looks damaged. Unstable. Almost forgotten.
But under blacklight?
It becomes a weapon.
An artifact.
A map of survival written in radioactive ink.
No two are alike. No templates. No revisions.
Just pure, unfiltered grief and color therapy. handmade by a man who’s still here, still fighting, and still turning chaos into legacy.
If you know what this is… you don’t need the sales pitch.
 
Custom splatter Flannel, Bleached and dyed erratically by the Mad one. These are all gonna be wildly different but always cool. microfiber backing, available in 3 sizes, 6, 8, and 11 inches.
these are made to order.