Somewhere in the Depths of Ourselves We All Harbor an Ashamed, Unsatisfied Melancholy That Quietly Awaits a Funeral

Killing Ourselves to Live

Scalp Full of Scabs

How Likely Are You to Recommend Consumer Capitalism to a Friend or Colleague?

I'm Going to Really Miss Me When I'm Gone

Every Breath Is a War and I Don't Think I'm Winning Anymore

Do Not Resuscitate