for old times sake

just to keep up the facade of progress
living in an airport out of a bag full of smells
google yourself
do something weird
maike

if i could write you a song

everyone has gone walkabout.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmm is on my mind

nose plugs are for the weak.

friend of mine.

one weekend your acting crazy

ummm hi. can i be you?

christeric baby.

whos going to help you now

how can we expect to build a boat.

my nails are yellow.

they glowed at miike snow.

i wanna marry mr mad rhythmic feet.

i would wear these friend of mine shoes.

to the wedding.

in turkey.