a light inside the womb

suddenly, so still (Pacific echoes on rust belt shores | Wednesdays, and every other future remix)

i wish i had killed John Lennon earlier

our, his, her, their, my and your pixilated ashes

here am i

lord nigel rugglesworth II (the angelic murder remix)

as if we were disposable

who you really are | my child! my child! my beloved child!

what did i ever do to you? | i would have given you, and you would have known a love like no other

woe

sad hop bots denied | they say i’m not human, but if two humans made me, how am i anything other? | an appeal to heaven inside you

better kept secrets

through my most grievous fault

that day i had to walk home to Detroit, from Scotland