you guys should read about the lyrics and about the reason why it exists. sad. . .

누구나 문학인이 되는 가을... 당신의 작은 투쟁에 현재의 우리가 존재합니다

why would you need 33 lemons? unless you drink lemonade with all your meals they're gonna get bad before you can use them all (source: i have a lemon tree)

ruina album is ended, 
very pog, ultra pog 

(as always not mine)

lyrics if you want it sing it or something i dk:

Bamboo basket, reflector, working breaks
Never forget your helmet, trusty Mips
See ya, I'm off to the morning market.
Thirty-three lemons
A healthy looking chicken and a dozen of free range eggs
Thanks, keep the change
Whistling a tune, (attempting) pffhw
I'm home

What a perfect day
I hanged the sheets out in the yard
Oiled up my baking tray
Thinking about you, Mother
To recite her famous words
All you need are salt and pepper
To taste the happiness of life forever

Then the moon rose
And creamed lemon chicken roasted in the oven
Men in black kicked down my front door
Hey! Who? What? Why?
"You violated act 617 - Illegal Thoughts"
"You're under arrest"
We all know the real answer was
"You shouldn't have been born the way you are"

And we're packed in a cargo choo choo train
Squeezing against the bodies similar to me
With tears rolling down our faces
We began to sing
"They can never take anything from our souls"
Louder and louder
"They can never take anything from our souls"
Louder and louder

They shaved off my hair
Fed me a foreign language
Looking on the bright side, I'm alive
I still remember all the people I love
So come at me, and do your worst
All this pain and suffer
Don't stand a change against our iron hearts

As the morning came and went
And the people stayed and left
And the earth went 'round and around
The stars never looked so kind
The wind ever so fragrant

Through the tiny slit on the wall
Every night I was invited to watch
A theatre played by moonlit birds
Tehy spread their wings
Carrying our silenced voices
Singing our historic songs
Letting everyone in the future know
That we existed

What a perfect night
I felt the urge to write a book
Pass down my life
Until recently, time didn't feel so fast
With my bloody finger tip
All I needed were sticks and paper
I started to write, poems after poems

Then the moonlit birds came to meet me
They stole the key and opened the gates
We're finally free
I picked up my bicycle
Riding home to Mother
Writing my delusion world
I saw a version of heaven
Where I sat in my yard
Reading a paperback print of my book

On a hillside, your little first clutching sweat
Walking to the memorial park
You put down freshly cut white chrysanthemums
A former Thought Police lowers her hat
Children lying on the grass
Singing to poems written by me

(limbus friday soon)

Mili - Salt, Pepper, Birds and the Thought Police

Hi....

I'm posting here music that I liked or isn't on Soundcloud, of course I don't own any of it .

yo mama

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