Baby Powder
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Mama Gein Perfume Oil
Add to cart“So there went Augusta, another woman crushed into nothing by a man’s world. It had happened to millions before her, and has happened to millions since.”
Crushed baby’s breath dusted with baby powder.
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Street Mattress Atmosphere Spray
Out of Stock“Who is she? Who was she? Who does she hope to be?”
– Mart Crowley, The Boys in the Band (1968)
Spritz to imbue any resting place with the raffish charm and earthy mystique of a lost Twin, curbed Queen, or dethroned California King.
Dandelion sap, baby powder, ribgrass, spurge, and nutgrass squished into a poly cotton blend, poked by a rusty bonnell coil.
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The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast That is Called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness Perfume Oil
Add to cart“Is that him?” said Sister Mary, staring at the baby. “Only I’d expected funny eyes. Red, or green. Or teensy-weensy little hoofikins. Or a widdle tail.” She turned him around as she spoke. No horns either. The Devil’s child looked ominously normal.
“Yes, that’s him,” said Crowley.
“Fancy me holding the Antichrist,” said Sister Mary. “And bathing the Antichrist. And counting his little toesy-wosies…”
Baby powder, goat’s milk, and a distant whiff of brimstone.