i feel like telling you everything.
talking until my lips run dry.
'till all of the words are out of me,
and in the wine colored air.
until they are not my problem,
and i am free.
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
