They called here to tell me that you're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. southern manitoba prarire's pulling at the pant-leg of your bad disguise. so why were you so anchorless?
T abandoned in some backyard. anchorless in the small town that you lived and died in. I've got an armchair from your family home. got your p.g. wodehouse novels and your telephone. I've got you
Tes and stainless steel. got that way of never saying what you really feel. I don't want to live and die here where we're anchorless.

• ... & We Thought That Nation-states Were a Bad Idea
• A People's History of The World
• A Public Dis-service Announcement from Shell
• Anchorless
• Gifts
• I Was a Pre-teen Mccarthyist
• Less Talk, More Rock
• Nailing Descartes to The Wall/ Meat is Still Murder
• Refusing to Be a Man
• Resisting Tyrannical Government
• Rio De San Atlanta, Manitoba
• The Only Good Fascist is a Very Dead Fascist
• The State-lottery