Liz Homola:
dear god, make me a bird,
Liz Homola:
self.
Liz Homola:
If i can, I will- If I have will, I can.
Liz Homola:
i am connected to you some how.
Liz Homola:
.5 cat.
Liz Homola:
die die die die all of you will die.
Liz Homola:
dead fetus.
Liz Homola:
all of my friends are right here.
Liz Homola:
downtown, fairfield.
Liz Homola:
i am this mush, join me in my sweet bliss i call living.
Liz Homola:
grow up and blow away.
Liz Homola:
it is what it is, we are what we are.
Liz Homola:
silence can be the most deafening sound.
Liz Homola:
let the good times roll.
Liz Homola:
what would i want? sky.
Liz Homola:
i don't, i wont, i'm not, i'd never.
Liz Homola:
i am a witness to domestic violence.
Liz Homola:
be yourself.
Liz Homola:
i believe that lovers should be tied together thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather,
Liz Homola:
countless nights and endless hours.
Liz Homola:
cats are cats and cats like to sleep.
Liz Homola:
first stop.
Liz Homola:
everything starts here.
Liz Homola:
it's sad how this will never be again.
Liz Homola:
high school love.
Liz Homola:
dead on arrival.
Liz Homola:
12:08.
Liz Homola:
damaged past.
Liz Homola:
something near something far.
Liz Homola:
mish mush mosh.
