When the room is still,
I attempt to resemble the twin of pandemonium.
Not for the eyes to watch,
but for the noiseless walls to diminish.
A comfortable place, it is.
Being face to face with the concept of disposition.
So sweet and still is the room.
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.
