#316: Poor Salesmanly Demigods Who Conquer Empires With Lofty Words and Intentions But Need to Scrounge Up Money for Food and the Rent!
#315: Until They Become Sober and Go Up to Their Resting Place
#314: Assemble the Great Among the Small and Earliest Creatures
#313: And the Thousand Guises of the Word
#312: Music Smells Better With You
#311: Something Abysmal Always Finds its Way Into the Bland Beauty of Such Pictures
#310: And There Was a Hysteric Brilliance Flourished By the Trees in Town As Well As Those in the Woods Beyond
#309: Only One Thing Appeared to Be Living Where the Moonlight Spread Across That Dead Field
#308: You Can Take a Bus Right Down There and Spend Endless Hours Looking at Opium Dens Disguised As Laundries
#307: Two or Three Years Ago it Was Just Another Snake Cult
#306: A Bunch of People Rolling in the Brown Grass Wearing Day-Glo Masks Keening in Their Costumes and Private World While the God Speed Sizzles Like a Short-Order French Fry in the Gut of Some Guy Who Doesn't Even Stop Talking to Breathe
#305: Following Restless-Muscled RAF Dogs Into the Plaster Smell
#304: Your Oxymoron of the Week
#303: Away With the Coverage on a Proper Siren's Cruise
#302: When We Embrace the Sea-Stript Dead Wher'l They Be?
#301: Flinders of Luminescent Gods Glimpsed Among the Wallpaper's Stained Foliage
