Review: Alicia Cordisco – The Burden of I
It’s me, hi, I’m the burden, it’s me.
It’s me, hi, I’m the burden, it’s me.
In the sleeping city you will become a nightmare.
Some words are best left unspoken.
You never may know in the preterite all perhaps that you would not believe that you ever even saw to be about to. Perhaps.
Dog goes “woof”, cat goes “meow”, bird goes “tweet” and mouse goes “squeak”
Consistency kills.
All your bean are belong to us.
Coming down from the void.
Music that makes you crawl as well as tower tall.
More proof the French are weird.