Check out my two public access comedy shows, It Changed :( and Roboshithead.

Sculptress is my new project with Charlie Looker (Extra Life, Zs, early Time of Orchids). We are working on an album. Stay tuned.

Top animals slam in a pot.

Hey, ass-tab or catnap? "Pilfer us a recipe, forever, of epic erasure," flippant acrobats say. Eh!

Stuck cats in a moss eye-rut? Repay me robots’ arena! Ira, fats are vile. Remus, no cotton! Erase dire citizen IV! I defile! "Damn, it IS a fine deli," Victor said. Emperor EP? - Media’s rot! Civil Eden, if a sit-in made life divine, zit ice-rides are not to consume! Relive Rastafarian eras to bore my aperture. Yes, so, man, I stack cuts.

Go help pin xeroxes for a tsar. As maidens are gnostic, I’ll ignite email on a canoli! A meeting? Illicit song-eras. Ned, I am Sara, star of sex, or "ex-nipple hog."

No tan, eh? Kayak! Oh, sire, pot emits tin, eh? Web a belt-tattoo? Hasid - comedy, metal AND noir? Eh! Tell a red nut I bask, cute hen. Amy, a gym strap-massaged rutabaga maimed omnibus Margo! Noses use sonogram sub in modem. I am a gab, a turd (e.g., as Sam parts my gay mane, he tucks a bit under all ether-ion DNA.) Late? My demo CD is a hoot! Tattle, babe, when it’s time to perish. Okay, Akhenaton?

Supergod, I’m Aesop or pizza. Jesus must send no maid a diamond-nest! Sums use jazz, I propose (amid ogre pus.)

Tie tips? Ed’s no man! I am. Ergo, lass, I miss a log. Remain a mons despite it.

My gas drawer rehydrated, I wandered. "If no cymbal-stand is a hotel, carotid Elissa cracks." I’d decided I was a wide, diced disk carcass. I led it, oracle, to Hasid Nat’s lab. My confider, Edna, (wide & tardy)... her reward’s a gym!

Babe, kelp pasta? Note: caramel bat-table. Ma, race to Nat’s apple kebab!

God, nuts! Di made DNA! Leelu, space capsule "E" landed amidst UN dog!

Hello Tsunami. I’m Anus. Toll, eh?

Tit-rope radio? Voter, if a deity-baby tied a fire to void "A," report it!

Dennis’ dental limits evaded a vest. I’m ill at Ned’s inn, Ed.

When made tan, I’m effectively able to help pa’s apple-hotel bay. Levi "TC" = effeminate? Damn, eh? -W

Dale’s ions time DC sperm. AM/REP’s CD emits noise, lad.

Now I depart, raped; I won!

Noses’-Uniter: "Cretin use, son!"

Now, Bob, demand raw anus as a sun! A ward, named Bob, peels, won!

"Prozac rose man" names orca "zorp."

Bats wed on no dew. Stab!!!!!!!

Yada-yada-yada... nil! Laser-cadet, time ago, yaks’ ska/yoga emitted acres all in a day. A day? A day!!!

Stop, Ned! Dust loots a stool "T." Sudden pots!!!!!!

I saw ammo. My! No tsar even was snot! Tons saw, never a stony momma was I.

’Nam lived to breed "deer-bot" devil-man.

As last aeon-noon parts, STRAP noon... No, eat salsa!

SPAM-buns don’t nod. Snub maps!!!!!!

Resume gnome-deli Vegas sap, foe. Tiramisu or operas? Kramer, Ed instructed a cadet. (Curt, snide remarks are porous.) I’m a rite of passage, vile demon gem-user.

Nat’s pals slap Stan.

Dial "O," OK? Kool-Aid!!!!!!!

Na, Mase. Kilogram Margo likes a MAN.

Tiramisu posse? Nil! Guru "O" (Jude Law): "orb in UFO." Not an iota, mother, eh? Tomato in a ton of unibrow ale du jour? Ugliness opus? I mar it!