My brain is empty
There is nothing left within this walking carcass
I have become a part of the tornado
I sleep inside of it's whirl winds and I pick up houses and bicycles with my bare hands
I eat on tables I've stolen from the kitchens of innocent families
I am empty
and translucent
and ghostly
But I have the power to damage
To destroy
To take away all of the courage the world has left
Trembling at the thought of an empty terrain
Without life or houses or bicycles
I am part of the tornado
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.
