"Kruty, from the moment the first shadow was cast by light, he had been searching. He knew from this darkness, the path forward now carries rotten roots. He looked upon the earth from the shallows of Boden, his eyes lay upon the first tragedy of man... his heart fading to a numb howl. Some lame ass couple just bought a beautiful home built in 1894... and Kruty knew those dumbasses were going to paint the entire house fucking off-white, and put marbled granite on every god damn counter.
He wept... for it had begun. The end of cool. The birth of house flippers. Kruty sat on the edge of his kingdom, as it sprawled vast with cohesive elegance and creative discernment... how could the people have forgotten... has it been so long? Have the people willingly tarnished the power Kruty gifted them at the first breath of man? the power... of being cool. "BUT HOW", echoed from his chest as he glanced once more on the couple buying taupe colored paint for the kitchen... "BUT HOW".
Kruty had watched for countless millennia as the humans built, created, and explored their minds with passion, with desperation for unique expression pouring out of each chalice of thought... He had seen his gift flourish into divine wood workings, poetry even he wept for, art that surpassed even his best of work... and now THEY ARE PAINTING THE ENTIRE INTERIOR OF THE HOUSE FUCKING TAUPE.
Kruty had seen the trembles of such fate, but even he is not immune to the fallacy of human hope... as painful as it may be to bear the sight of fruition, the failure of hope... Kruty, frustrated but not broken, could be seen leering amongst the tears... for he had a plan, and a vessel.
June, 1997. The Mark of Kruty."
I love you :)
• 100% ring-spun cotton
• Fabric weight: 6.1 oz/yd² (206.8 g/m²)
• Garment-dyed
• Relaxed fit
• 7/8″ double-needle topstitched collar
• Twill-taped neck and shoulders for extra durability
• Double-needle armhole, sleeve, and bottom hems
• Blank product sourced from Honduras
"Kruty, from the moment the first shadow was cast by light, he had been searching. He knew from this darkness, the path forward now carries rotten roots. He looked upon the earth from the shallows of Boden, his eyes lay upon the first tragedy of man... his heart fading to a numb howl. Some lame ass couple just bought a beautiful home built in 1894... and Kruty knew those dumbasses were going to paint the entire house fucking off-white, and put marbled granite on every god damn counter.
He wept... for it had begun. The end of cool. The birth of house flippers. Kruty sat on the edge of his kingdom, as it sprawled vast with cohesive elegance and creative discernment... how could the people have forgotten... has it been so long? Have the people willingly tarnished the power Kruty gifted them at the first breath of man? the power... of being cool. "BUT HOW", echoed from his chest as he glanced once more on the couple buying taupe colored paint for the kitchen... "BUT HOW".
Kruty had watched for countless millennia as the humans built, created, and explored their minds with passion, with desperation for unique expression pouring out of each chalice of thought... He had seen his gift flourish into divine wood workings, poetry even he wept for, art that surpassed even his best of work... and now THEY ARE PAINTING THE ENTIRE INTERIOR OF THE HOUSE FUCKING TAUPE.
Kruty had seen the trembles of such fate, but even he is not immune to the fallacy of human hope... as painful as it may be to bear the sight of fruition, the failure of hope... Kruty, frustrated but not broken, could be seen leering amongst the tears... for he had a plan, and a vessel.
June, 1997. The Mark of Kruty."
I love you :)
• 100% ring-spun cotton
• Fabric weight: 6.1 oz/yd² (206.8 g/m²)
• Garment-dyed
• Relaxed fit
• 7/8″ double-needle topstitched collar
• Twill-taped neck and shoulders for extra durability
• Double-needle armhole, sleeve, and bottom hems
• Blank product sourced from Honduras
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