Pick Your Poison Lightweight Fleece Sweat Shorts
Three words. No explanation. The menu speaks for itself.
Pick Your Poison. Stacked down the left leg like a choice you've already been making without realizing it. No cartoon characters to walk you through it. No mirror to show you the reflection. Just the phrase, alone, in the font of something that knows you already know.
That's the weight of it stripped bare. Every day you wake up and navigate a world that has already pre-selected the options, pre-approved the ingredients, pre-decided which substances get a commercial and which ones get a conviction. The menu was written before you sat down. The waiter doesn't tell you what's in the kitchen. You just pick.
The ones they criminalized weren't the most dangerous things on the menu. They were the most threatening to the people who printed it. A plant that heals without a patent. A drink that questions without a prescription. These didn't fit the business model so they got removed from the approved list and handed a sentence instead.
Meanwhile the actual menu — the one in every gas station, every school, every hospital gift shop — stays open 24 hours with no questions asked.
Pick Your Poison. They're already counting on you to.
Worn by anyone who pushed the menu back across the table and started asking who wrote it.
A.R.A. — Artistic Revolt Apparel
The law was never about what's dangerous. It was about what's profitable.
.: 100% ring-spun cotton
.: Medium fabric (6.5 oz/yd² (220 g/m²))
.: Relaxed fit
