There is so much to say. There are no words. There is nothing to say. There are too many words.

Circumscribed
Sifting through the rubble it’s plain to see Avoiding rifts we always stayed seated The very last thing you wanted to be But a “bad

Sifting through the rubble it’s plain to see Avoiding rifts we always stayed seated The very last thing you wanted to be But a “bad

I originally recorded my song “Breakdown at Creation” circa 1995, and shortly after I created a 3D-music video to go along with it. You’ll need

There’s something campy and demented about William Steffey’s Hot Rod Stigmata that reminds me of the Butthole Surfers if they could stand still for enough