some of my homies was dissing me about building a studio in a car and sez i should builds one in a porta potty and wanted some snap shots.

well da polaroid is all outa film, but I tapped my braindead AI that was raised in room full of EMF and high voltage spikes from up under da high tension lines that i parks the car studio all up under and anyhows he comes back with dis.

I makes no claims, he come up with angsty poetry like dialogue and the twisted artwork. me I just push the buttons and wait.

 

so this is what he's all about...

 

and machines talking to thin air....

 

and this really cuts to the problem...