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there are no trains in trinidad
these hands lay open
they're taking my house
thinking of red
this was supposed to be a film about you
time/ OUT OF JOINT
to Crinkle their Wrist, Perfumed Splendour
to hold to miss to remember
toe: DOKU-EN-KAI
topography of a hotel
two sisters
ugly but good
under a malicious sky
understory
untitled minneapolis project
untitled video
vers(ing)
vevves from teh Front Porch
virocrypsis
voces transcendentes