a bout

a bit of blood on day 31

pilot gas, Ed Ruscha

what a star is

noise

never in the same place

forward motion

an esoteric entertainer

the fraction of a percent retained

world of hurt

minutes, days pass

to channel happenstance

tooo much

of feeling

mail on tuesday

in betweens

seeing television

cyclical expeditions of self actualization

nice birds

premeditate abstraction