Benoît Pioulard - The Very Edge of Its Flame

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

With No Advantage

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

So Etched in Memory

Of Everything That Rhymes

Under the Break Arch

And Relent

Is in Its Clearest Form

As Would a Weaver

Initial B.P.

That Wounded Weathered

Anchor as the Muse

Whose Palms Create

A Shade of Celadon

Шоссе

Trap Or Die

Savaş (The War)

Юра, мы всё проебали

RAW MINISTER

Захотел

When We Were Young

Valovi

Why Won't You Love Me

Sabela

Yoko

Peachfuzz

Танец. Ключ к экстазу

Hiya naaoula

OUT THE MUD