Scorin' at the Hash Bash
Us Survivors
Under Development
Virtual Love Affairs
Symptom Factor
Your Junk
Broken Spoke
Symptom of Decay
Appocalypse Avenue
Echoe Box
Third Wing
Untitled
There Must Have Been
Shadow Wars
I'm Dead
Blowout
Last Summer
Another Chalk Up
Undercover
A Breath for the Year
Blue Eyes
All the Hate
Cratered
Virtigo
About Love
A Different Kind of Kiss

The Goblins of Trois:
A Prose Piece that
Appears in the 98 Book

Another Chalk Up (Joe Hagar Suicide '98)

I felt it too my old friend
That cold and lonely feeling
Unattached from the very things
That made you who you were

I think I knew that day
That another friend had given up
Put the world on his shoulders
And sent his emotions into the dust

I was alone myself - and
Wondering why the love is gone
Just a whispering of a name
That used to mean I did belong

All the love that's faded
Is it really as real as it feels
Do I really live on in their hearts
Is there anything that's really real?

What is the chalking up of another for?
Why do people give up on themselves
I don't want to know or understand
I surely don't want to see it in a dead friend's eye

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