All Seperate Works

Your mood invites the cold. It says, "come in, sit in my skin, sleep in my bones." The cold is obedient, it does what it's told.

Cold clings to their coat tails

Like all epics, this one begins with an invocation of the gods. We begin in the temple

Let the darkness take us into tommorow

Precise like Nazi paperwork

Follow your dollar

"Watch, if I light them both on fire. The first will start puffing flares into the air." At this point he made soft puffing sounds, emphasizing the "pu" syllable. "Then" he continued, "the second will start to scream and wave his arms. They're obviously trying to draw attention to me"

A black bird sings to me daily
Black and white tears

Lets all get together for a stake

It is a psychological fear, well, all fear is psychological

The worst fear you have created

Roots hold dirt together

It's not a hunger, it's an emptiness

Bellies bending over belts