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MUSE Logo Wallpaper

rvin09

Published: Jun 2, 2010

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Description

A huge-sized (2600x1800), simple yet elegant wallpaper dedicated to a great rock band - Muse. I think my replica of the Muse © logo came out pretty well. Enjoy!

P.S. I made the logo using the font "Frutiger Bold", which is the original Muse font.

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2600x1800px 2.82 MB

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terminuserat

Jun 2, 2010

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!!!!!!!!! it is now my wallpaper, world without end, amen.

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