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There You Stand

Garbs Of The Street

Dance With Me Celts

Waiting for happiness.

Remember Me Happy

Ode To You 'Above'

Crack and Cycle Again

I Dream American, I Dream Big

A Gentle Lapping

Amidst The Moon

Anything's Better

Ready For Attack

The Stump of a Young Tree

Un-Suspecting Love

What Does Distortion Create

Dont Touch Anything

These Shutters Are Getting Old

A Form of Neurosis

The Halo and the Coconut

Opening the Lilies

Member or Guest

Short of Discovery

High Up in the Mountain Tops

Synopsis of Trees

Fear The Jungle

Trolling the Isle

Trouble With The Looking Glass

Bricks and Mortar

We The Living [Sacrificial Lambs]

Grasps Of Bloodshed

What I Have To Do

The Rise in Fall Woolly Bear Caterpillars

Crap Shoot / Wall Climb

Stop! Spontaneous

Someday They Will Be Grown

The Final Whisper

There Was But One Monkey

Turning Nothing Into A Dream

Everything's Different

Swat Team Manifesto

Cut Throat Curiosity

Pompous Observations

Dungy Rooms and Dark Alleys

The Whole Goddamn Fort Went Down

Assumptions Closing In On Me

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Body	The truth isn't always what it is cut out to be. Alter that. What and how you bring something close to you is important. But a-mind alone. Don't worry it is okay out here. There are still clouds and people. The disconnect makes the meeting more meaningful. Sounds so tasty. Alas, the mind is sometimes scared when it is out here. There are animals that cannot be seen moving past. A-mind alone. Don't worry it is okay out here. There is still sunshine and objects. Watch connect- de-stem. You are such a feelist.
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