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| child of linger on |
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| air of root |
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| animals learn from animals |
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| this just makes me sad |
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| i pushed with no direction |
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| ascending bass notes and padded feet |
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| hmm, was that parrot making fun of me? |
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| no, i don't know why, because you think too much? |
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| eyes like teddy bear come to life |
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| geese breaking patterns |
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| gooseline |
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| gringko |
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| how can you say you have wasted your life |
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| how things work...how things work... |
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| i bathe in tears |
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| i can't help it |
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| i know dreams are not real |
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| but i was translated to a language i didn't know |
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| i feel washed up |
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| i feel ashamed, copp. |
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| i'm sad at parties i don't attend |
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| i know almost unequivocally now intelligence has been to evil use and that is most unfortunate especially for children and other animals and it' also bloody stupid. |
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| it doesn't matter it will be alright, repeat |
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| can you imagine, they're making people on 3d printers. |
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| lay it on down |
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| my glasses are unclear |
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| no, ahem, i shall not dive again at this time, thank you very much. |
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| not a word, intensely. |
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| oh poor boy |
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| OIOIO |
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| people turn away |
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| dancing portishead |
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| so true |
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| some of those best friends were so brief |
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| some people are a sickness on this land. bill callahan |
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| some things i can leave alone, some things i can |
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| spirits vanish but they are always on the point of vanishing |
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| step |
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| sun is the reason |
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| there's so much i still wanted to tell |
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| they're fighting a war |
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| think calmly if i can |
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| time put god away |
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| too many birds have flown down |
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| walk on water |
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| warum |
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| will not be alright |
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| wishing the birds back home |
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| worry for me, don't worry for me |
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| i was peevish yesterday |
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