Lirieke:
Small Towns Burn A Little Slower Mortality As Home Entertainment

despair. bankrupt on the fact that you have no power over your disposition. like a (great)ghost that speaks breathy in your ear. it's a common theme but

away at the back of my mind. feeding on my inhibitions. i wanna sever the bonds that have tied me down, and tied my tongue. wage war with the lesser self. be a

a ramp behind the house, and let's jump bikes off of it. let's make a list. let's follow it. "rainy day surprises" and military exercises. let's build a

millstones disguised as milestones. you peer into the room that doesn't hold the things that you anticipated all your life. "the years you've wasted."

replenish themselves. the history trickles down through the pebbles and stone. carefully floating out to sea, through the plains of a nation. jackson meadows gives birth to a

Heads delicately dreaming of the beauty behind shadows She sings inside the saddest homes Together we in our hard spring Lie apart asleep in green country