| I'm mainly a pencil person. I fool around with photography every now and then, but it ain't going to be anything I further and formally study. I art for fun; a second love to music. |


The Cleaning LadyI watch all the blood ooze into deranged shapes, like tea leaves that read better. It is my blood and salty sadness that mix and sour together; I forget to even mop it up. Maybe let it go rancid in the bucket.The Cleaning Lady
I do not know how to stop compulsion, and stop love from splashing onto the beautiful, cracked tile he just put to my feet. I let it fill in the seams; one day he will see the mess.
And I vomit anger and things I cannot say to him. That and those cannot be soaked up by the sponge of his heart and lovely innocence; but he knows of my kitchen. The filter that drains and lets loose to the earth with what he wants
| I'm mainly a pencil person. I fool around with photography every now and then, but it ain't going to be anything I further and formally study. I art for fun; a second love to music. |
| I'm often tired. I keep to myself. I like the cephalopoda class. I resent 1337. I like psycho analysis. And reading. I write when it suits me, and doodle when it's dull. I have ears for listening to music, spanning from Anton Bruckner to King Crimson and CSN. Essentially, I am a crass-talking intellectual of Korean descent whose main concerns surround the balance of good and evil, and today's declining humanity. Twitter: Koyangikuk |
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Me(E): you are a dreamcrusher, Alex. A brilliant one, but a dreamcrusher.
A: haha
E: you are, sir. I should go dig up Langston Hughes and tell him that.
A: you should
E: "What happens to a dream deferred?" "It gets stomped on by Alex."
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