Without a Doubt

In Style

Slaughterhouse Arrest

Riding My Luck

All That Is Good Of Me Is Yours

Roses

Surely some revelation is at hand.
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

Cupla Focal

Way to Go

Very Elbow

In Your Other Life

Bloody Mary

"Why me? – the great complaint of the constipated. Why doesn’t the world work for me? The lonely sitting man in the porcelain machine. How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me? The hater of history crouched over the immaculate bowl. How can I prove the body is on my side? Is my stomach an enemy? The chronic loser at morning roulette plans his suicide: a leap into the St. Lawrence weighted with a sealed bowel. What good are movies? I am too heavy for music. I am invisible if I leave no daily evidence. Old food is poison, and the sacks leak. Unlock me! Exhausted Houdini! Lost ordinary magic! The squatting man bargains with God, submitting list after list of New Year’s Resolutions. I will eat only lettuce. Give me diarrhea if I’ve got to have something. Let me help the flowers and dung beetles. Let me into the world club. I am not enjoying sunsets, then for whom do they burn? I’ll miss my train. My portion of the world’s work will not be done, I warn you... The straining man perched on a circle prepares to abandon all systems. Take hope, take cathedrals, take the radio, take my research. These are hard to give up, but a load of shit is harder still."
- Leonard Cohen, 'Beautiful Losers'

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