let's drop ourselves into palls of black and white
and let's confuse ourselves
talk of each others accomplishments
let's fucking lose ourselves within the wind of tomorrow
but wait
oh, wait.
you're lucid
you're not real
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.
