Space Jimmy — 11.oz Ceramic Mug
Carry the saga everywhere. The Space Jimmy Tote Bag fuses cult design with everyday utility — red-sun swagger printed on durable polyester built to survive chaos, commutes, and cosmic errands. From groceries to galaxies, this dark-humor fashion accessory makes every trip a statement. Perfect for Die Jimmy Die collectors, gothic romantics, and streetwear fans who flex their lore on the move.
Why you’ll carry it: because bags should do more than hold stuff. This one holds attitude — bold, cursed, unforgettable.
- 100% polyester body — durable, quick-dry
- Reinforced handles — strong, reliable grip
- Boxed corners — extra room for chaos
- Medium-weight fabric — perfect for daily use
- Artwork: “Space Jimmy — Red Suns” — official Die Jimmy Die saga piece
What Fellow Fans Are Saying
“This Space Jimmy tote bag turned grocery runs into a gothic runway. Reinforced handles, bold red-sun print, and enough space for chaos or carrots. It’s not just a bag — it’s dark humor streetwear with storage.”
“The design pops, the polyester laughs at rain, and strangers keep asking if it’s part of the Die Jimmy Die cult collection. Spoiler: it is.”
“Finally, a tote bag that fits vinyls, books, and bad decisions. Strong stitching, cosmic artwork, and lore-friendly style. For gothic fashion fans, saga storytellers, and Die Jimmy Die collectors, this tote is the ultimate sidekick.”
“Complete the
SPACE JIMMY set — shop the full cosmic collection.”
Frankie’s Diary — Chapter: Gravity Cheats
Day 21.
He drifted in like a comet I swore I’d never chase again—shades burning red suns, hair alive with static, smile carved for the void. Space Jimmy. The universe’s favorite trick.
I told myself not to look, not to let the orbit catch me. But the tilt of him, the way the room bent toward his grin— I felt the pull in my ribs before I could steady the sightline. My vow was gravity; his lenses were the stars.
For a breath, I hated how my heart whispered too the stars and beyond!. For a breath, I fell in love all over again.
But promises don’t burn out like meteors. I held steady. He doesn’t know death is just a layover. I do.
If he rises tomorrow, so will I—eyes sharp, vow unbroken. Die, Jimmy, Die. Even if the cosmos tries to trick me.
