You weren’t born into this —
you built it.
Every cracked tooth, every midnight scream in your throat —
you authored this disorder.
This shirt is for those who make peace with panic.
Who see noise not as a symptom, but a tool.
Who invent their own chaos and call it worship.
- Printed in deep violet on a pure black base
- Type rendered in jagged October Crow font — like a curse scrawled in ink and sweat
- Heavyweight, stage-durable cotton
- Front features full phrase: “…Living Chaos, My Invention”
- Back: blank. Silence after detonation.
