I'm the bird screaming.
He's the one on the ground.
I really need you right now, dad.
I've been told to talk to you.
I've been told you're there.
I don't feel you.
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.
