|1||A Poem Without Real Words|
|3||Along The Corridor, Up The Stairs|
|4||Andrey Arshavin Et Al's Strange Situation 1978|
|5||Black By Popular Demand|
|6||Bombs Over Bangor|
|7||Eyes That Would Shed Tears, Had They Water To Spare|
|8||If Bullets Be Kisses, Then You Are An Uzi|
|10||Kings Of Leona Lewis Hamilton Academical|
|11||Quite Hard To Tell|
|12||Sarcophagus Full Of Sarcoma|
|13||Scream If It's Too Cold For You... Cry If You Like|
|14||Telekinetic Aesthetic Of The Restless Corpse|
|15||The Cat Becomes Terminally Ill|
|16||The Dog Rapist And His Unquenchable Thirst For Lucozade|
|17||The Green Bungalow On The Moon|
| A summer day in a vast expanse of green|
lying on the ground looking up at the blue,
with my wonderful lady who likes to wear red
would be where I would like to be when I'm dead.
A winter day in a vast expanse of grey
lying on the ground looking up at the grey
with my wonderful lady crying, covered in . . .
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|Along The Corridor, Up The Stairs|
| Death will not appease it, |
Yet still we taunt and tease it.
Human eyes cannot see it,
Yet still we dress to be it.
All the keys in the world cannot unlock it,
Even if they be like plugs to a socket.
All we must do, is believe in it,
Believe that it is true. . . .
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