The madness begins now (now now now … sinister echo).
Most of my drawerings are too low-res for Café Press’s guidelines, but I am making sure all of my new ones lend themselves handy creations such as this nifty marshmallow sandwich totebag.
You’re capitalists, so I don’t have to tell you what to do with your money.
Nothing tells the world how much you love your newborn like a cheesewheel of death snap-up thingy.
And a “Deatherfly” coffee mug makes coffee taste like, well, death! BONUS!!!
Or, like, if I was a girl, I would totally buy the skull with kitten-head eyes. I might buy one even though I’m a guy.
This one is straight from The Stained-Glass Kaleidoscope book art, and this one is a collaboration between myself and Danny J. Gibson.
For all the permanent 8th graders out there who, like me, still think poop and pee and farts are funny, I present the “Fartin’ Scorsese” tee designed just for you.
If you don’t like drinking your deatherflies from a coffeecup, wearing them is good, too.
Classic. The first logo I ever created for my site, and one I remember fondly. The eyeball/mouth/cassette thingy. Designed to bite you when you wear it.
A tank-top with an explosive pun on the front is sure to stop the show, ladies.
Nothing like a black cheesewheel of death T-shirt to get you through the long, dark night of the soul. Darkness of the soul not included.