Spanning time throughout the 1980s. Dipping tentatively backwards into the 1970s on occasion. Tipping a hat forward into the 1990s even less frequently.
You had a crush on the stranger in our town, but he was on drugs, and too fast for you, walkin' the beat: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 9/23/16.
The very day the world turned day-glo, other worlds were in collision with a frogman, on a hyper-gamma-spaces level. My friends walked through nightmares to get home again, hoping that time heals this messthetics: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 9/16/16
The ghost in you has green eyes and chatter shapes; although you're oblivious to it, this incubus is better than them: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 9/9/16.
The state trooper was a motor maniac, wild in blue; in his new city, he was designed to kill the ghost rider: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 7/29/16.
We were sneakin' around Harlem when Cheree and Johnny got attacked by a human fly that came out of the trash; between the two of them, they cried 96 tears: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 7/22/16.
I wanted to tell her, "don't look back, there's a baby milk snatcher behind you," but I coudn't because I have a cautious lip: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 7/15/16.
Catch that look in a room full of mirrors and jump for joy! The alleys of your mind are not always so banal, afterall: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 7/1/16.
It's true I told you there's no thugs in our house, but suddenly there's a killer in the home. The killer got lost in your eyes, and now her body is in my soul, as the light pours out of me: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 6/24/16.
The politics of dancing are as follows: I love you goodbye. Meanwhile, the sweet bird of truth is a cosmic thing, the owner of a lonely heart: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 6/17/16.
