My Korean name is Han Min Soo.
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bring i a ball so we can play ball.

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In a dream it would seem
I went to those who close the open door
And turning the key, I sat and spoke to those inside of me
They answered my questions with questions
And they pointed me into the night
Where the moon was a star-painted dancer
And the world was just a spectrum of light
They reached to my center of reason
And pulled on the touchstone that's there
The shock of that light had me reeling
And I fell into the depths of despair
They answered my questions with questions
And set me to stand on the brink
Where the sun and the moon were as brothers
And all that was left was to think
They answered my questions with questions
And pointed me into the night
The power that bore me had left me alone
To figure out which way was right

blownboy is wicked.

cute is the blue sky. details below include i and you and anything else we didn't know but now.



killed after 9 decades of lifespan or less.
no one goes beyond 90. they die just like it. candy?

sadness is cute and beautiful and nice. listen to songs. don't laugh. sleep and go away. get back next day with a clothes on. then sing a song like it's the end.

wholeness to the cheeks hued blue and pink. bed face: blush, lipstick, eyeshadow

life's lived?

life's lived.

cutie is asleep. cutie is a cat called barbara. cutie has she's eyes closed and now is smiling. cutie dreams. have a nice day.

today is the sky. tomorrow is a rainbow. now is an ocean. you are a poem. im a can of soda called pepsi. comb your hair and wash your face. the mirror says you may now peep.

conclusion: play highstreet5. then get to it. a few instances of sex. fucking chances called actual life and a thing called sleep. constellations fall at once because i said so. then you left. the sky also fell. so, how's today?

now, we went to place i saw once last night. but it was uncalled. untitled. i think it left us. then it went back just to show us the heck of it. yellow skies. blue seas. pink colas. green sandwiches. such a place called we.



oh, pilyo. i remember our happiness we.

laugh. call?

clothe you in songs called sad. pilyo?

now is a poet who eats the sea. now is a poet who eat the sky. now is a poet.

dear boo boo and beloved pilyo:


like the glass filled with liquid which is hued pink. like a cute nail polish i call usual hue. like a notebook not so useful today with the class notes blots. like you. like i. i hate being happy. and i used to be sad. now? no. any instance i call you and i is so okay. but please don't play any song like this again: no ordinary days by yeng c.

so.



 says hello 

hello goddess of soda cans. hello sky high sad songs. hello constellations of sad songs. cute.

beloved we. so much we. weeping we. we. the sky and we. ka ko ke k. the cuteness of we. the niceness of we. the fun of we. ordinariness, hello?

how's the day today? it stinks like it is. like a land without souls to look at, you go about looking at things. so...

i exist because it just is

i exist to touch feelings. yah.