Junk Male

The Decline and Fall of Practically Everybody	I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky	My very first mentor was a heroin junkie	The Wheel of Time has collapsed under the weight of its own bloated corpse
How to get SMS death threats from coke dealers in London	Love should not be routine habitual bliss	Witchcraft by a Picture	methadone
We are nowhere we know where we are	I don't play my violin in the desert anymore	Tina's dirty parts	Trapped in your shadows, I grow pale
psychotic break	Another little piece	iPod Owner's Lament	A Catalog of Lonesome Highway Sounds