One day back in 2007 i thought, it would be nice to make shirts on my own. Robin thought that, too, so we started to make shirts and we weren't successfull. Nowadays it's going on pretty good and misfortune isn't destroying our illusions of prosperity and love with saying something under our breath anymore.

We're living in a wonderland full of meat trees and cola springs and every day god is crying a tear for us and we'll say thank you for all this wax and all this women. In our world gods tits are milk-squirting and feed the haves and the have-nots with phantomgrog. And anywhere in the forest is the small kid hiding.. when you find it you have to pinch it until it whispers "evoleeq" in your ear. If you hear that, our spirit has touched you and SFOSOD booms out of clammy speakers in your bedroom and penetrates your soul with glowing lovesticks until warm ivy twines slowly defeat the himalaya.