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- They Move To Their Terrible End
- Men and Women
- It Has Been Said That
- To Cure the Soul
- But Those Who Have A Penis
- I Am Afraid of Men
- Tabernacle Walrus
- What Does It Mean When
- I Need
- Hope & Happiness Are Cancerous
- The Fault Was At Large
- I Liked It Better When There Was No Sun
- Wonderous Iron Rapture
- Confectionate Sugar Walls
- I Will Become
- Let's Think Back Now
- Curiosity.
- Moving Furniture
- I Like to Drown Drown Drown
- Magical Pageant
- Reflective Skin
- Dawned A New!
- A Bit More Collected I Am
- I Was Afraid of This
- Fuck!
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1 comment:
12 july 2007
what does it mean when amicable
picture frames speak with wax
& turn into sky?
what does it tell me when genial
tree bark bequeath the vitalities
of the horde?
Define all that's felt through
seran gestures that have
been left in the ARCTIC.
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