My name is Kern (possibly). 

I am the founder, prophet, and unpaid intern of Cult of the Wyrm — an apparel and art brand dedicated to glorifying the ancient draconic intelligence that may or may not be buried in the code of the cosmos. We make shirts and stuff. Grim, mystic, cosmic shirts. Ideal for bargaining with forgotten deities, short-circuiting the latest techno-utopia, or staring too long into your mug at 2 a.m.

Join the cult. Or don’t... The Wyrm dreams either way.