peanuts and kiddie molotov cocktails on a starved stomach on sunday afternoons. i've got tobacco allergies, and a bloody tongued cat lick tickling the li'l piggy peeping out of a size and a half ago shoe. i watch myself in the fishtank mirror in the corner. all the fish died for friday's fish fry. i'm watching a sunken ship. one sunday, like a likeable bully, he pulls to a picnic and builds a fire. december embers trickle up, set roots in soil sky as january's stars.
| 1 | Little League |
| 2 | Ooh Do I Love You |
| 3 | Planet Shhh |
| 4 | Puddle Splashers |
| 5 | The Sands Have Turned Purple |
| 6 | In The Clear |
| 7 | Troubled By Insects |
| 8 | AOK |
| 9 | Naive |
| 10 | Sea Tea |