Pinched Tail

Wild Honey

Garbs Of The Street

Endorphines

War Path

Madman's Cafe

Unleashed

Lord's Prayer

Show Me

Waiting for happiness.

Fear The Jungle

Dance With Me Celts

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

A Simple Poem

Hector's Babe

Songs

Ready For Attack

Rickety Steps

Top Soil Lads

The Stump of a Young Tree

Un-Suspecting Love

Living Room

What Does Distortion Create

Dreary Canals

Dont Touch Anything

These Shutters Are Getting Old

Great Escape

Mood Ring

I Future

A Form of Neurosis

Opening the Lilies

Summer Heat

Member or Guest

Someday They Will Be Grown

Short of Discovery

Cool Rails

Synopsis of Trees

Trolling the Isle

Pompous Observations

Embrace

Sugar Cane

Trouble With The Looking Glass

Sit In Scorn

Sorted Truth

His Land

Shout Out

Italian Coffee

Bricks and Mortar

We The Living [Sacrificial Lambs]

A Man

The Halo and the Coconut

Grasps Of Bloodshed

I Want That

What I Have To Do

Whooping Trees

Foundation

The Rise in Fall Woolly Bear Caterpillars

Crap Shoot / Wall Climb

Sagacious Moon

There Was But One Monkey

There You Stand

Stop! Spontaneous

Lonely

The Final Whisper

Ideas

Turning Nothing Into A Dream

Swat Team Manifesto

Morning Glory

Cut Throat Curiosity

Just Write

Everything's Different

Wake Up

Dungy Rooms and Dark Alleys

The Whole Goddamn Fort Went Down

Jamil Mohammad

Waiting

Dissonant

Assumptions Closing In On Me

A Just Moment

High Up in the Mountain Tops

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Body	The television sat empty when you slid into the reflection. Tapping and standing. Your doorway silhouette, like Japanese tapestries or a piece from some other museum. All black and gritty with the sunlight in back of you. The t.v. guide was still offering no insight and your attitude lingered while your body stormed out. Fuck it! I remember thinking while I jumped up starting some type of revolution. The glass door slamming open and closed. A Neighbors grim smile. We can't talk this out. I just wanted to yell and you yelled back finally. The levy just broke. The winter has been building up for so long. I know the damn thing won't ever end. It just remains paused in the reflection of the Arno River. This is better than stepping out into that god damn street with all those people. Their shadows flailing and sputtering out on me. I don't like to be touched much any more these days. Risk nothing. Dimly Sit and don't touch anything
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