a little tail |
two wary ambassadors of the provisional love beach. |
a casually appropriated spire makes the heart lean out |
are we strangers yet? then maybe it's time we meet again. |
as we all know, the law as it is now and has been in the past, is somebody else's desire-the desire of the powerful and the wealthy. oscar guardiola-rivera |
the cup of temptation |
and the pit. |
dig love |
the dogs of love are ever hunting |
drawing near and far from love |
emilie simon |
great literature defines itself against such desire. to put it bluntly, great literature is revolutionary. oscar guardiola-rivera |
oh, hi dad. the ghost on the beach. |
hug the catcher |
i buried my head |
o love |
i cant stay awake, i cant sleep, if i do the thug comes in. |
i didnt understand a god damn thing |
i know it's my fault. i know you wont believe it. |
i want a woman but i'm too far gone for anyone but a desperate predator |
i wonder if i'm at all related to humanity. |
if i laugh |
immigrant song |
just love |
insert, the lagoon of ghosts |
love alone |
looks like we made it,were not gonna make it |
vanishing horizon love |
love a crushing wave |
love is all he said |
love letters |
love hidden |
love in the beginning |
loving uncertainty |
it'll never happen again |
comfort and despair |
impossible love |
secret love |
star butter |
swallow one |
love the longest beach |
the lost lover was a replacement. |
this way to the nitrous oxide chamber |
well i'll be gull damned, or tower of here today gone tomorrow, for king david. |
triptick |
vengeance is mine |
some kind of record |
what's the use |
when the field is free there we roll |
apologies to any one who wishes one.
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