"Art is not a thing, it is a way" - Elbert Hubbard
As I Fade Away I Inhabit Your Soul
Our Alien Mother or My Eyes are Down Here
Butterflies Enjoy the Salty Taste of Death
What Does it Mean to Kill?
Dead Flowers Need Pollinating Too
In Heaven Everything is Mine
I Floated in a Puddle of Souls for a Century
At First Sight
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