29 Nov
andrew has no soul
i’m the son, mom the monster
move to canada
hidden cold hard cash
susan hangs from high ceiling
hot sex at wrong time
scheduled hit, edie
that’s not your paper? god, no
wrong girl, no refunds
stay at home mom blues
no one told her, ’twas so hard
we need to tell each other
carlos keeps vigil
forgive me father, my sins
depends what you buy
wouldn’t hurt a fly
paul takes matters in own hands
loop rug, soaks up well