Flee From The...

Your Dirty Paws Scratched At My Thigh

Okay, Mom, Can We Go Play With The Great Ōmukade Now?

Through The Spectre Of A Soldier, A Typhoon Saves Them

Hotline Miami Overdose In 30s w/ Jones Mask

I Am An Erect, All-Orange Neon Body

We Can Scream Like Wildfires And Dance Like Jet Engines

This Is The Part Where Travis Loses A Tooth

...Wrath To Come

Hands Torn Into Halves

...And There Will Be No More Celebrations In Times Square

Post-Coital Suicide

We, Great Magicians, Decided To Live At This Interstice

Bless Your Lysergic Heart

From The Distance Of A Quarter Or A Weather Balloon, A Bullet Train Runs Through Nine People

Of Course You Are An Angel Dear, The Only Difference Is That You Hold No Cosmic Weight

Atoms Will Shake Along To The Thrashing Of Waves

These Trees Are Hollow, Wells Split In Half

Your Baby Is Fucking Worthless If It Isn't A DJ (bonus)