Benoît Pioulard - Piloe

With No Advantage

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Is in Its Clearest Form

Of Everything That Rhymes

And Relent

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

An Image Apart from Ourselves

So Etched in Memory

Initial B.P.

A Shade of Celadon

Whose Palms Create

As Would a Weaver

Under the Break Arch

The Very Edge of Its Flame

That Wounded Weathered

Тяжело быть пидором на заводе

RAW MINISTER

OUT THE MUD

Splove

Obsidian

Шоссе

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

Trap Or Die

Юра, мы всё проебали

What I Might Do

Valovi

Cornfield

Savaş (The War)

Hiya naaoula

Reflections of Shadows