re.aquaria love.or come into my parlor.

alba alma mater dolorosa.

all is full of love, for bjork.

we had a good day surprisal.

approchement.

cloud of dog dog

copp and chief of first nations outhouse.

where's the doggone beach gulldang it.

dog dream

dog pine

dog star pine

live backwards

falling down slow

for those who (would) forget: fermented nectar.

fortunately(it does not matter)dark matter.

free hassle

free jon hassell.

eternal vigilante

the green boychik.

snow and sleep

green hearts pine

healer

his wife had to serve the war god who before beat her and raped in the war and came back a human caterpiller with no legs or arms and only wanted sleep and food and sex.

i felt the nearest to my father when he just returned from the penumbra of his imminent death on the phone in ida noyes hall before the film.

i know why some people cant say nuculer because i have the same problem saying juggler vein.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ha, nuculer, but that juggler man that's no joke. i'm lucky to be here.

i think we thought we dreamed of scotch thistle ambrosia from the past season.

i want to see the war god

i wanted to say something, i lived, i died, i mourned my passing unspecified, i was alone in muted green, with dog.

i want your soul

idealism to last eternally that never leaves the present behind.

initiate brainswap sequence.

it's only you who can tell me apart

it's the duty of all good neighbors to fight terrorism wherever it may prosper.

it's too late to die young.

green alien

mister follows behind the rabbits for treats.

my comet blue

no great love

pine inscape

saved from another timed disaster.

soul journey

study for a winter platform for architectonic birds.

surprise visit.

that one is a mystery to herself.

bases in hostile enemy territory, luxe et volupte.

the landscape seeps into me and i carry it like an old mother.

the other implied.

the pinking of the green.

the place you cant control's where i wanna be

the thugs below seem to have moved leaving craters on the ceiling to plaster bless them.

the war god has memories.

the war god must be shown.

the war god was just a caterpillar before he was a rapist.

theorem for my baby.

therapy, comma

tree diary if i were a tree (was i) i'd write in a scrawl you could easily understand

wake up!

go to sleep.

we became ghost dogs in our own house

in our own kitchen sniffing our own dark matter.

we were granted many shining futures we received angels of death.

what happens for us pines

window licker (aphex twin)

winter pines descending.

you will be taken care of. you will be loved.