“We Made a Mess and Called It Art – In-House Tee Printing at KLF”

Today, the walls got stained, our lungs filled with ink fumes, and at least one of us permanently ruined a pair of boots. Why? Because Kunts Live Forever just leveled up—we’re printing our own damn shirts now, in-house, raw, loud, and unapologetically punk.

We’re not outsourcing rebellion to some clean-cut, factory-floor “partner.” Nah. We’re doing this ourselves—in a space that smells like sweat, screen degreaser, and vengeance.

This is how it went down:

• We burned screens like heretics.

• We fought with squeegees like they owed us rent.

• We cursed, bled, and may or may not have accidentally screen-printed a middle finger onto the wall (intentional? who’s to say).

This isn’t just printing—this is a f*cking ritual.
Every shirt that got inked today carries fingerprints of fury, dust of defiance, and the ghost of a punk scream echoing in the garage. No two are exactly the same. Why?
Because perfection is for robots and we’re too loud to automate.

Now every piece you get from KLF isn’t just some factory-born fluff—it’s been dragged through the same hellfire we built this brand in. It’s sweat-soaked, chaos-charged, and handmade by the same degenerates who wrote “Offend With Style” and meant it.

You want something safe? Go buy beige.
You want something that looks like it was printed during a riot?
We got you.

New drops hitting soon. More ink, more attitude, more reasons to get banned from brunch.

KUNTS LIVE FOREVER.
And now our tees do too—screen-printed, punk-screamed, and made the hard way.