Benoît Pioulard - A World of What-There-Is

Whose Palms Create

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Of Everything That Rhymes

Initial B.P.

As Would a Weaver

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

A Shade of Celadon

Is in Its Clearest Form

And Relent

That Wounded Weathered

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

With No Advantage

So Etched in Memory

Under the Break Arch

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Шоссе

Obsidian

OUT THE MUD

Танец. Ключ к экстазу

Why Won't You Love Me

Юра, мы всё проебали

Trap Or Die

Mocha

Make It Easy

Error Code (Hardcore)

Cornfield

RAW MINISTER

Valovi

Захотел

What I Might Do