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7/15/04

keyboard improvs [older, pre-2007]

The True Feeling of the AQ Construction Site

Life Frequency Modulator

Lack of Encouragement

Busywork - Opus 1

Potential Friend

The Bakery is Closed (Thank you all for your dedication)

Revisiting Shambhala

The Whiskers of All That's Left

Elise, the Hippie Girl in a Found Voice

I'm Not a Session Player

She has it together, in a beautifully non-aggressive way

Driven to Drink

Fudging Data (Psychgnosis)

pulled like taffy

Praying to the Void

Don't we all look into the inky abyss of our souls

Hallucinating with Dignity, Serious Silliness

Gunslinger Snackcart (Candy Apples)

Gotham for the Next Generation

Creek of Realities

Revisit (Mystic Crystal Revelation)

New Jersey Winter

Happenstatical Swoon

Reacquaintance with the World on the Rocky Grohman Lakeside

Expectations and Unrecognized Effort

Innermost Dens II

Casting an Image

Someone's Gotta Be the Man

Chatting on the Porch of the Rosemont House over Tequila

Acceptance Ideal

Brief Wave of All is Beautiful

Sickness and Health (The Splinter)

Electronic Methodone

An Excuse to Come By

Glades of Saved Waves

Fringe Night Serenade

The Witch's House

I'm Bored Tonight so I thought I'd give you a call

Indeed, The Most Whimsical Jest of the Evening

Conscious Regress Cavern

Trying to See, Trying to Feel

Surrendered Questions

The Real World and the Genius Caught in the Chaos of Causality

Fuck You and your Ipod

Trying to Mine the Staked Claims (and failing to undermine)

It's Like the Hotel California

cotton mill - at least i'm not trying too hard

coma theme - incestuous - trill of redemption

thursday morning flashbacks

Runi hasn't found me yet

Spiritual Crisis

Pretty Sweet Fruit

God Has No Mirror

What You Don't Know

Psychosomatic (State Boundary of State Brilliance)

More or Less Attractive

Insulation of Evil

The Streets were Paved with Gold

Vaguely Depressed Sunday Morning

Return to the Tombstone

Control is Fakery

Ink-Rendered Hallucinations

Laughing at the Octave Joke

Remembering Salvia

Out of the Flash, Out of the Woods

Prometheus (Series of images, feelings and aesthetics)

Palace of Dis Illusion

happily sloughing off the imperative for originality

Ballad of Obliviousness

Not all my love poetry is drunken

straight-jacket

Gnoziz for Keyz - Rudely Interrupted-dedicated to dad

Peace with Potential Enemies

German Girl in the Okanagan

Failure of the Death-Anxiety Panacea

Comfort in the Breathing

Mephistophelean Montuno

More Hard to Follow Shamanic Advice

Cardboard Tequila

Mambo for Tim Shay

Fuck off Finkleman

Pencilled Paisley Hallucinations

Men with Guns (trying to serve emotion, not music or art or)

Anticipating Contrivance

Coherence. A Musical Idea

Quit while behind

Equus Asinus Cabaret with Cigarette

Parody of Lucidity on top of frozen tundra soil

upright cubicle

False Scrutiny (Always More Than Meets the Eye)

The Existence of the Blue and White House

Too Goddamned Tired

- 7/15/2004 12:16:00 pm

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