feelin' fetal
the light in his eyes
afraid of the dark
forgetting to remember more
for the love of spiderman and space invaders
time flies
this is not a lament
anonymity with a hat
the quiet satisfaction of inconsequential truths, suspected now known
one generation and the same sweater later
let us drink to gods and monsters
sippin' the miles away
through a window
Auto Shades
waking to find the headache on its seventh day
Barbara
waking to find another day has passed
Sunday Afternoon
Workin' out the kinks.
Up a Wall
a body at rest
gone
Tell me how you're feeling.
red shoe road map
Summer
Sealy Monolith
1:16 at 5:45
On the fence
Bring me the head of a thunder-lizard.
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