King of Chess
A wise man once said,
"Life is bad for you, that’s why
you die at the end."
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- with cuts on my legs
- roborant
- in the yard at midnight
- fetish
- Rain
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- Japan, September 2004
- King of Chess
- Sad & Beautiful Mystery
- Permanent Impermanence
- Revolution
- Hiroshima
- Wanton, Dizzying Litter of War
- Brutal Moon
- a day in the park
- my feet are in a trash can right now
- unfair
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- What I did this Summer
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- cleveland express
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