Flee From The...
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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)