There are lamps, and there are LAMPS. There are little green desk lights that you can read by late at night without waking up your partner, and then there’s an ancient implement of lighting that sheds its radiance over the pooled blood of your enemies, lighting your path to the throne made of skulls upon which you will sit as Frank Frazetta, chained to your feet and only barely able to see in the dim light (the lamp is for YOU, not him) puts the final touches on what is very likely his final commission.
This is the second kind of lamp.
The best part of this lamp is the mighty battle cry as you turn it on! Waaaaaaauuuugh! I just wish they’d fitted it with a blood red bulb. And, perhaps, actual blood. That would have been seriously metal.
I didn’t get this lamp. I wish I did, but it wouldn’t have felt right. I mean, I didn’t have a room big enough for it.
Also, I’d be afraid that it would beat up my other lamps and take their lunch money. That does happen with more aggressive accessories.
Oak, chains, wrought iron and exposed screws. You can’t handle this lamp.
Goodwill near Anderson Mill and 183, Austin