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There You Stand

Garbs Of The Street

Remember Me Happy

Ode To You 'Above'

I Dream American, I Dream Big

Crack and Cycle Again

Ready For Attack

What Does Distortion Create

The Stump of a Young Tree

These Shutters Are Getting Old

The Halo and the Coconut

Opening the Lilies

Synopsis of Trees

High Up in the Mountain Tops

Fear The Jungle

Trouble With The Looking Glass

Trolling the Isle

Pompous Observations

Everything's Different

Dance With Me Celts

What I Have To Do

A Gentle Lapping

Bricks and Mortar

We The Living [Sacrificial Lambs]

Member or Guest

Grasps Of Bloodshed

Crap Shoot / Wall Climb

The Rise in Fall Woolly Bear Caterpillars

Stop! Spontaneous

The Final Whisper

There Was But One Monkey

Someday They Will Be Grown

Swat Team Manifesto

Amidst The Moon

Dont Touch Anything

Cut Throat Curiosity

Un-Suspecting Love

Short of Discovery

Anything's Better

Dungy Rooms and Dark Alleys

The Whole Goddamn Fort Went Down

A Form of Neurosis

Turning Nothing Into A Dream

Assumptions Closing In On Me

Waiting for happiness.

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Body	All the sugar came in kicking me in the stomach all at once. Perhaps it was the quickness of the rush because I hadn't had any in months. Instantly I grew week. Buckled over with clenched teeth and a radiating throb in my mouth. Perhaps this is the end. To my wife and kids I leave the house. Perhaps I have had to much of a good thing There's no more time to talk. I go on listening as my body goes into diabetic shock. My death will lead the world to understand that the physical world doesn't matter to man. Candy bars will be built after my name and biographies describing my philosophies will be resolute. One more slice of sugar cane that doesn't even taste that good again, it's just an addiction.
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