Immediately identifiable by its distinctive shape and by the quartet of spectral birdwraiths issuing from its crown, the Eastern Nightmare Hen nests in the shadowy recesses of attics, basements, and children’s bedroom closets. A lumbering, awkward bird, it can be seen foraging after dusk for the fears, anxieties and disappointments that make up its diet. Its call, seldom heard by adults, is a long, breathy hnnnghhhhnnggh.

This shirt was designed by: Dávid Szebenyi, a.k.a. Aman. Now, ordinarily, we don’t trust people with aliases. What have they got to hide? But we’re giving Dávid the benefit of the doubt here. Don’t hurt us, Dávid; we’ve been hurt before, and our heart can’t take another betrayal like that.

Wear this shirt: several sizes too big, to bed, if you dare to invite a visit from the Eastern Nightmare Hen.

Don’t wear this shirt: several sizes too small, to work, unless you dare to invite mockery.

This shirt tells the world: “Why do birds suddenly appear… from my head?”

We call this color: Dead Bird Singing In The Black Of Night

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