| bean-ku. 6/23/02 |
| it isn't my gun i swear it didn't go off unholy trigger * |
| wishes are fishes my lovely beggars swimming wanted is the hook * |
| bricks cannot fly well never gracefully, never the window ballet * |
| perfection is not the way the truth or the life everyone is lost * |
| you are my nancy honky-tonk angel on fire killing me today. * |
| deep, a void so great hollow, my sweet wishing well a shiny coin lost. * |
| new-ku. 7/29/02 |
| cool, the blue water caress the untouchable creature of the sea. * |
| violent glory a true fighter stands alone my enemies crushed. * |