"'I wonder how/when i got so fucked up... my mind, existence, problem.' When Dylan Benet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan's body."
"For 3,000 livre a white man could lay / Under the church all rotting and wormy"—from "Saint-Domingue in the Summer"
"so blow the ash off my collarbones and / fill them with next door’s burning incense and indoor/ voices until there are no bricks on my ankles"
"The world I know change / The world you're making me high / Tha crossroads twisted" 1996 remixed as Haiku