Last night, had I been sleeping
Beat Me, Hammer Me
There is never enough water
Dark, dark and dark-dark coming
We climbed through steepening woods, smelling pine, earth
The old cowboy always died
A Man, a Woman, yet they are not quite together
Walrus
Her herbs are not as impressive as my potatoes
Love me like you breathe
The foam of dirty oceans beats against the land
What is blocked in us, you, me?
Some bastard nicked the plums from the bridge.
Too tired to turn back, just going
The Book Man
Take it or Take it.
When I get home
Gassing natives is fine, says Mr Churchill
The power in a horse’s chest
A furlong by a chain, my Lord
When I came out of the bathroom
Uncertainty, beautiful uncertainty
August the First, everything shiny
Father forgive me, for I have fucked around a lot since last confession
It was a time of fools and genius
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