2005
Angelic dialog, monophon guitar A city trip from the inner depth I still smile at you lighting your… hold my chest, Im out of breath Centipede star yet Im climbing hi…
I will give you bread and flowers hot chocolate and my sin circa alive, Ill take golden showe… Im only strong when its within Cascading days on higher tunes
Where am I today? And who are we tomorrow? Lift my spirit to ether spheres dont wanna drown here in sorrow Past, present and future plans
Thoughts intermingle while my itch… you should have seen me in my swea… hours of noise now seem to make se… ive never felt anything so intense little means nothing, or does it m…
Days of harvest now have come counting backwards from fifteen a tasty cigarette in my mouth such beauty Ive never seen Raindrops on my skin
Welcome to the Synode of Argyll, this is the episode of edicts. Now swallow all Chlorophyll, and hope to find the Picts: Lintels of turquoise eyes
Ut pictura poesis decipher my defective truth! Lead ad absurdum your analysis of analogies to my youth! My ornament, your substition
Explosions in the sky swallowed by the elements the ones who questioned why are now Gods instruments Now stop the metronome
Must not forget this dream where I didnt have to walk far now I still can see the scene though Im sitting in a bar The grass is greener on the other…
Rotting teeth, I lost my rune summer always comes late for me but the desperately dying fall of… has unveiled a surprising fate to… Im poking men in trash bins
One more winter ahead and Ill dedicate it to you Eureka, I am not dead and all that you said was true about Old Prussian kinsmen
A solid Enchilada burns my lips a… I wrap the hot burrito around my h… I dont regret– not a dreg that I dreamt my life apart and I wont forget a single brag
A coming home for the sister of blood and taste in men A screaming down my blister why dont you declare an assembly b… Im all mine and my mind on the men…
Salty tears on my cheek this tremendous pain makes me cry I feel so helpless and meek now dont you force me to die My muscles tremble, one cold hand
Flower-Hour Book Black mountain, Codenna Rock its another obstacle I took by the neck to kill the mock Facsimile, a ridiculous smile