“I never got bleu cheese; I mean, I got it, on my salads and stuff, but I never quite understand the appeal of using mold to enhance the flavor of anything.”
March '06
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words and dreams and a million screams and
the other side
heroes and villains
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December
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- An Encounter
- Woman
- Atlantic Avenue
- Under an Oak Tree
- high fives and bloodlines
- St. Elsewhere
- Scenes from a Reflecting Pool
- (Manifest Destiny) Easter, 1988
- Viper
- Roxie
- Lovers' Walk
- An Ode to Alfred Packer
- (number nine)
- (quis cutodiet ipsos custod)
- Sibilance and Sustenance
- Mal means 'Bad' (in the Latin)
- Dad's Diaries
- Electric Lights
- Carousella
- Cigarettes and Sidewalks
- At the risk of sounding vague
- (riverrun)
- Self-Titled
- Your Last Fall
- Idiosyncratic Routine
- Squatter Song (I Came Here to Die)
- An Equinox
- Homecoming King
- Face It, Tiger
- Sorry About That
- Exile on Main Street Blues (cockroach)
- Maddening Genius
- Revelations
- car
- The Last Hour of the Last Day
- Beginning Bleu
- Scenes
- Walking Girl
- To Carry All the Bricks
- The Ballad of Gideon Stargrave
- Number Nine
- An Interaction
- Bad Scene, Everyone's Fault
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December
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truths and consequences
- thom dunn
- Boston, Mass, United States
- I come from the future to save you from boring.
...And the end of the world. But mostly boring.
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