love

Don't drill wood to make fire

Your cave is pointless, nor is it

Smells wet from squeezing the floor

Rain in Beijing rains Amazon jungle

Ants trade on trees, icy color

The pond is full of electric eels, and so do I

I want you to add a layer of desperation

The horns that collect waste are rusted in the alley

Mite thinking about afterlife in toy

You get up and go to the hole to knit a sheet

Tonnage blurred net

invisible scream

Every time we die more thoroughly in the dark