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Frame ColorBlack
Hand ColorRed

Rocket-Punk Breakfast Rodeo: The Cosmic Tattoo Tour Nobody Ordered Clock

Designed and sold by Print Fiction
$37.58
$37.58

Product features

  • It's always art o'clock when your clock is a work of art
  • Printed polypropylene face made for you when you order
  • Metal hands in your choice of colors
  • Bamboo wood frame in black, white, or natural finish
  • Quartz clock mechanism for accurate timekeeping
  • Clear plexiglass lens
  • Built-in rear hook, ready to hang
  • AA battery not included
  • Since every item is made just for you by your local third-party fulfiller, there may be slight variances in the product received
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Rocket-Punk Breakfast Rodeo: The Cosmic Tattoo Tour Nobody Ordered
Imagine three space punks arguing over who gets the last neon-green planet donut while riding matching rockets that look like they were built during a garage sale hosted by aliens with questionable taste. The first rider shows up covered in tattoos that glow like radioactive cereal marshmallows, the second one insists on piloting a rocket shaped like a rebellious surfboard, and the third keeps posing like they're in a shampoo commercial despite being surrounded by cosmic debris. Their collision logic is pure realm-rot: the pink space siren, the tattooed jet-jockey, and the cosmic swimsuit renegade all try to out‑cool each other while their rockets spit green fire like jealous dragons. Planets spin, rings wobble, and the whole scene feels like a breakfast cereal mascot got lost in a cyberpunk rave and decided to stay. This wall art collection is basically a cosmic group therapy session where nobody listens, everyone flexes, and the universe just shrugs.

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