The dead can speak in books and charm the lives of abject souls like mine

I have been stalking this band for some three or four odd years, and I really, really luv their sound (insert buck toothed image of me fawning over 20 Minute Loop band members at yet another show where I lurk in the shadows keeping time with my toothbrush). At last, I broke down the 4th wall and introduced myself and offered to do this poster. Print run of about 45, in blue and red canson papers, three color linoblock and metal/wood type.

Partly inspired by news of that Crocodile guy getting whacked in the chest by a giant stingray, but wouldn't completely dismiss pebbly notions of Moby Dick and (speaking of tragedies) the Great White nightclub fire debacle of '03.

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