- A prose A few days after September 11th
- Deaf Nation
- Down with the System
- The Hand
- Civilization
- Countless Manipulations
- We intend to rest through motion, speak through silence, and fight through peace.
- The Fool
- Antwerp Melting
- Remote Viewing
- World of Words
- Blindness serves not God, but man.
- #82
- Vermillion
- Home is a place you can't walk away from, in the end.
- You speak to millions but talk to no one.
- Lovely in love, ugly in death, better than sex in Turkish prisons, safer than cement condoms.
- The messenger speaks through chaos
- Los Angeles
- Dates, Rates, Plates, Fates, Mates, and Kates
- I'm being chased by children playing miniature toy accordions made in China.
- The Void
- Life Savers
- She sells sea shells, buy the real whore!
- The blind man cannot see all the marchers on the opposite side.
- Salivation
| - I adore the whore who calls herself reality.
- Claustrophobia
- Uncertainty
- Condemned
- The Teacher
- The Nerves of Them
- Spare Me the Night
- Poisoning Poseidon
- Fancy fucking you here!
- Nothing
- Diatribe Trivialities
- Picture Frame
- Undying Form
- Bottled Water
- Soon
- The Silk Weaver
- Life is a potato pancake being eaten by fireflies in the middle of Ohio.
- Time
- Heretics
- The Incandescent Pause
- Awareness
- Forgot to Remember
- Praying for Peace
- Encore, you whore, get us more of that unfailing drink we called for.
- Borders
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