...And There Will Be No More Celebrations in Times Square
Atoms Will Shake Along to the Thrashing of Waves
From the Distance of a Quarter or a Weather Balloon, a Bullet Train Runs Through Nine People
Hotline Miami Overdose in 30s w/ Jones Mask
I Am an Erect, All-Orange Neon Body
Of Course You Are an Angel Dear, the Only Difference Is That You Hold No Cosmic Weight
Okay, Mom, Can We Go Play with the Great Ōmukade Now?
These Trees Are Hollow, Wells Split in Half
This Is the Part Where Travis Looses a Tooth
Through the Spectre of a Soldier, a Typhoon Saves Them
We Can Scream Like Wildfires and Dance Like Jet Engines
We, Great Magicians, Decided to Live at This Interstice