Monthly Archives: December 2019
Just to laugh through the columns of trees, to soar like a seagull in the breeze, to stand in the rain if you please or never be found
I’m afraid of failure
We never fought for freedom for nasty little brutes like you, to come and undo the work that we do
I’m the king of my own land
I count the hours since you slipped away. I count the hours that I lied awake
I am not your typical girl, throw away that picture in your head
We are photons released from a dying star
Kid A
I’m the devil and I’m here to do the devils business
