Benoît Pioulard - Morne

Whose Palms Create

That Wounded Weathered

Under the Break Arch

Initial B.P.

The Very Edge of Its Flame

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Is in Its Clearest Form

So Etched in Memory

Of Everything That Rhymes

With No Advantage

A Shade of Celadon

And Relent

As Would a Weaver

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Error Code (Hardcore)

Savaş (The War)

Black Flag

When We Were Young

Водка-пиво

Peachfuzz

RAW MINISTER

Crocodiles

Юра, мы всё проебали

Танец. Ключ к экстазу

Obsidian

Sabela

Splove

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

Yoko