I really want this print. Like, really want it. However it
is Christmas, which means less money for me, and more injected into presents
for everyone else. My solution was that I would buy this for my little brother
(who would never do anything as brotherly as regularly check up on my blog),
which was an idea quickly squashed by the large OUT OF STOCK next to the price.
Fail. I am almost tempted to sneak into my old schools art department and do
some late night screen printing like the creative rebel I am.
There is something amazingly appealing about happy looking
skeletons. If I wanted to appear like a really pretentious twat I would delve
into an analysis of the varying attitudes towards death across the world. I won’t
though, instead we’ll just leave it on the thought that perhaps I’m a bit
morbid, and find smiling skulls that look like they have walked out of a bar in
a Raymond Chandler novel around Christmas time very soothing.
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