Suicide Suite
Out in the Pastures Grazing
Shot in the Head Punk
End of an Era
Give Me Some
Closer to My Death
Guitar Player
90's Logic Applied
To Myself
Down the Hogback Road
Our Morning on Mars
A Good Waste of Time
Devirginizer Who Fell in Love
Cyberslut Surf Psycho Diva
The Drought
Mirror Lake
Pay
Pushing Forward
Six o' Clock News Man
Coming Down on You
Beauty$
My Gravestone
Pretty Angel
Into the Endless Night
The Song in My Head
The Goblins of Trois:
A Prose Piece that
Appears in the 98 Book
What's it all about
There's no people gathered
Talk about the doubt
And the emotions scattered
Shards of glass-sharp pieces of broken dreams
Cuts the veins open - deep into there seems
Burning paper thin slices of homelessness
Keeps the mind moving into nothingness
What can I resort to
There's no stories to tell
Is there a door through
To the realworld wishing well
Strands of heavy chains brutally lacerate
Bleeds the fantasy when one masturbates
Ripping sawblade ravage torn ligament
Perverts the wound that never heals - what it
meant
What's it all about
It's a great mystery
Talk about the drought
Of women and whisky