She is perfectly acceptable. I am afraid of her
On Turds
There was a man who Sorrow made his friend
Seven Types
Some knives are beautiful
George
I passed along the water's edge
Love, Sex & Tragedy
How shit dissolves
We will moor our loney ship
Riding the Yellow Trolley Car
Big, black and very alpha-Dog
Come near, come near, come near
The Black Pick-Up
Owain was ill today, and tonight, delirious
Go there and light a fire
The mathematics of sunshine
We who are old and gay, old and gay
Pointing at us with a black stick
The brawling of martins in the rooftops
Listen, darkness is dripping
Pen, Pencil, ruler, divider
I am sitting in a strange room, listening
There was a girl riding a white pony
Service desk edition
You ask how it is. I will tell you
There was a black hill I knew. Known as Aber Mountain
Listening for the wrong baby
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