Mike Ambach:
the lunar day
Mike Ambach:
what for you bury me in the cold, cold ground?
Mike Ambach:
cold steam
Mike Ambach:
In the future people will live in space
Mike Ambach:
bridges
Mike Ambach:
∂
Mike Ambach:
squeezebox
Mike Ambach:
resolve
Mike Ambach:
marquis
Mike Ambach:
I am your lunch
Mike Ambach:
adios
Mike Ambach:
what makes sense
Mike Ambach:
and then it started raining again
Mike Ambach:
coffee clutch
Mike Ambach:
Polly
Mike Ambach:
grey matter
Mike Ambach:
particules
Mike Ambach:
exploring the atlas
Mike Ambach:
How deep is your intuition?
Mike Ambach:
ghosts
Mike Ambach:
graves
Mike Ambach:
graves
Mike Ambach:
mediocre day
Mike Ambach:
gate
Mike Ambach:
high society
Mike Ambach:
fontell
Mike Ambach:
so goddamn happy
Mike Ambach:
Is there nothing I can do?
Mike Ambach:
hair in my skies
Mike Ambach:
dark down there
