So much synth

I have a time machine

Edgehole. McQueen is dead. Long live McQueen

Last sleep, best sleep

Living will

Artisanal

Wound

Dress form

How it is

Crushing likeness. Gay Pride weekend, S.F., 1992

But I'm the only one

To my twenty-six-year-old self

In this economy

Why I stayed, 1997-2001

So much synth. A mix-tape : "Don't you (Forget About Me)"

A mix tape : the hit singularities

Is there something I should know?

Secrets see me coming. Life's work

Family visit vouchers

Red tulips, then asphodel

Please be okay till morning

Simone at age three, late summer

Never ever.