'Crown Cipher' T-Shirt

It’s a mess... like my inbox, or modern life. A crown’s slapped on there, not out of royalty, but as a middle finger to anyone still begging for permission. “Teeth. Skull. Halo.” Scribbled like someone trying to remember what it meant to feel anything real. Faces show up and fall apart. Anatomy sketched out like we're still trying to make sense of the human condition. Spoiler: we're not. Colours fight each other, crimson bleeding into cobalt, ochre screaming for relevance. Nothing here is accidental. Nothing’s explained. It’s not art, it’s a broadcast from a cracked psyche refusing to be decoded. If you want a tidy story, buy a Hallmark card. This one bites back.