Liz Homola:
you think you have me so figured out.
Liz Homola:
12) but i can only remember the good times.
Liz Homola:
le lamp.
Liz Homola:
push me, one more step and i'm dead.
Liz Homola:
i think i'll just dine on death tonight, thanks though.
Liz Homola:
simple, sweet. remember, simplicity is key.
Liz Homola:
I wrote to kill time. Killing time without any time to kill I'm killing my mind. But I have plenty of free time so I’m not killing my mind, I’m just killing the time.
Liz Homola:
___________________.
Liz Homola:
station 1, natural habitat.
Liz Homola:
urban interior.
Liz Homola:
my gurl.
Liz Homola:
And i'll cross oceans like never before, so you can feel the way I feel it too and I'll mirror images back at you, so you can see the way I feel it too.
Liz Homola:
why is every household like this. stress.
Liz Homola:
and i find my self filling my time with just about anything to keep out you of my mind.
Liz Homola:
narrowing line.
Liz Homola:
and i had a long day.
Liz Homola:
crawl up and die inside, like you always do.
Liz Homola:
tear me around my edges, burn me through the center.
Liz Homola:
turn back.
Liz Homola:
they're following me.
Liz Homola:
stutter and a waiver.
Liz Homola:
let your spine face the chaos and curve.
Liz Homola:
breathless anguish; release.
Liz Homola:
about that feeling you cant grasp.
Liz Homola:
i can see you, but you're always out of reach.
Liz Homola:
name me iris, i'll surround the epitome of darkness.
Liz Homola:
i'm not sorry.
Liz Homola:
increasing hollow.
Liz Homola:
and then i told her about the walk through the forest.
Liz Homola:
ultimate.
