Printed a few shirts of these on the paper press to see what would happen. Accuracy didn't but it turned out cool anyway.
                                                                   
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Had a lyric stuck in my head - "But what's singing songs is a snake looking to turn this piss to wine" - and envisioned this snake weaving in and out of dimensions divided by spider webbing. I was on a beeswaxing spree at the time; that, some shameless glittering, and burning a few holes rendered the dystopian dreamworld I wanted.