no, fuck it, I want a lemon yellow t-shirt with sandy brown mountains
and me there in torn jeans and a glistening barrel chest staving off the snarling slathering jaws of a massive fucking wolf. Rock on.
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Sat 13 Jun 2009, 21:59, archived)

It sounds like the kind of shirt that a member of Slayer would wear on stage.
and I'd watch them live, look at the shirt and think to myself....''That's Grrrmachine. I've spoken to him online''. Then act all smug.
( Harold Bishop's Love Child some sort of terrifying sex magician., Sat 13 Jun 2009, 22:11, archived)