Because death is random
Because death is random, it needs mythology:
poetry
So There
Each day you nap on the couch, and there's an increasing blankness to it
Studio des Ursulines
The cinema was ablaze. Plain
Rede, Herz
So kalt war das Herz, dass es
Speak, Heart
So cold was the heart that
Rain Season
Pools claim whole shoals,
Dragonfly
A spot of cloud leaves us chilled
Pillsbury Factory: London, Ontario 1989
Clinton and I take off
Meditation on an Earring
Lost an earring
Studio des Ursulines
Da entflammte das Kino. Schmerz
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