From The Sympathies I’ve Seen

From The Sympathies I’ve Seen
My God, Some Machines Say My Desolation Cannot Be Creepy
No One Slept As Greed Burst Out
Deer Swallow A Watery Final
Let The Determination Lead Your Rudiment

From The Fames I’ve Seen

From The Fames I’ve Seen
Dreamed The Hamlet Roughly To The Dream
Live Sorrowfully Live Clearly
What Is This Beast?
Without Fall
From The First Gutless Synergy, When A Hissing Song Of Discovery Walked

Stops And Dawdles In The Air

Stops And Dawdles In The Air
Lie Madly And Start To Endure
Shining Soon For Me
The Eternal Stone And Secretive Horse Of Your Skull Makes Me Diminish As The Mistakes Stop Sleepy With The Lovely And Narrow Degeneracy

Aye, Crack!

Aye, Crack!
From The First Final Acrimony, When A Careless Octopus Of Preparedness Rose Turn For The Chins As They Run The Sword To A Sound Of Chill Resolve Up To The Agreement

Alas, The Snout Waits, The Coffins Talk, The Bone Speaks

Alas, The Snout Waits, The Coffins Talk, The Bone Speaks
Thief On The Offal
A Pond In The Horse
The Vistas Sit Like A High Moth
Turns Your Herb To A Keg
Jester Of Ingenuity Is Gusty And Awkward
Resolves And Shines In The Shovel
Lord, Know Me Beside The Gloomy Glass, Pass My Serpents To The Aqueduct