a bag full of crickets
aftertouch
alpine revisited
aqueduct
arteest
aspirin
autophile
back where we started from
betrayer-seducer
big top
borealis
by logic
carisoprodol
catbird
catbird (alt. lyrics)
cedarwood
channel closed
covetous
crimson haze
cupid
dead out
decadence
deresonated
different
dimethyl sulfoxide
downs
effigy
espana
eulogy
eve raised up
everlasting
fade away
feverdream
great expectations
halogen
happy
hatred
heaven gel
heliotrope
helpless in a dream
high school
honeysuckle
hotfoot
hypochondria
idlewild
incandescent
inquisition rex
invasion
isosceles
jellywishes
johnny come lately
lethargy
little indian
lookit me im alternative
lullaby
masked fighter
meat impact
melange
memoriam
meringue
metallic peach
mindlessly devoted
moonbeach
mournful
nostalgia
not like you
nuclear girl
number one zero
nursery queen
of youth
one talent
opaque
pastures
pollen
potemkin must die
potemkins version
prefix
probably not an issue
pyrachnid
reflex
rose thirteen
rotting plaster
saline
sans kidney
shell
shrewd
solitaire
spigot
stability
stalking annie
state of disgrace
stitches
sweetlove
tapioca
the beginning and the end
the moderns
this moment
this ride i like
twine
unclean
videoblind
vitabuse
warm
wellbutrin
while im still young
withersoft

Arteest

fancy steve, won't you please find it in your heart to do my logo?
brave little dot net needs a gif to show the world who i am.
and i can't use photoshop and you've got all your pills
and your rave friends and stuff
and you'd probably like to do some artsy crap
but please no shooting stars.

you can make time.
it will be fine.
make time to draw stuff.
then all your friends can come over and
number two in my bathtub
i know you like that sort of thing
because you're sick in the head.
but you don't need compliments.
you just need to spit out a logo for me.


someday some bored lost mind will find my site
while looking for something different.
and then in the end two friends will tell two friends
and some of them might see
the logo you drew, something awesome and new
and underneath will say fancy.
then maybe twelve year old girls will flock to you
and become your web design team.


you could be popular, hip and spectacular
with some things that you bring to the eye.
and your logos would hide your ten year old wife
who no one needs to know things about.
cuz i know you have skills other than things
like taking pictures of vomit
encrusted in shoes. you and that mexican bastard
owe me five dollars or one sweet sign.