2009-07-23
Sink The Seine
You're no different from the prints that crease the wires Or mosquitoes that now operate on her brain Thought that if I sank the seine I might find you I might find you I'm no different from the claw they mic from the stair Or fake diamonds that are glued to eyes of plastic crows Thought that where the planters go, you might find me You might find me
- Suffer For Fashion
- Sink The Seine
- Cato As A Pun
- Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse
- Gronlandic Edit
- Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A
- Past Is A Grotesque Animal, The
- Bunny Ain't No Kind Of Rider
- Faberge Falls For Shuggie
- Labyrinthian Pomp
- She's A Rejecter
- We Were Born The Mutants Again With Leafling