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25 F Federal Way, WA

My Details

Last Online
Jul 13
5′ 7″ (1.70m)
Body Type
Mostly anything
Christianity, but not too serious about it
Aries, but it doesn’t matter
Dropped out of university
Art / Music / Writing
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Doesn’t have kids, and doesn’t want any
Likes dogs and dislikes cats
English (Fluently), Korean (Okay), Spanish (Poorly)

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My self-summary
I have a lot of problems.

But slowly, they are getting solved.
I’m really good at
This Winter Day

I drive home from school along the shore’s roads,
roads wound tighter than unsold slinky
winding against the blank sheet of sky like wax paper
that met the churning waves
that caressed the black gravel sands.

I gave my friends all my Oxycontin.
Unlike them, I am not running away from anything
except from running away itself because I have spent my life
in miserable seclusion,
toiling at bright screens in dark nights
making no excuses for myself,
gathering my rages,
channeling the electric sages
that keep me awake at night,
exciting blazes of passion from the tiny candles within us
that cause us to persist in living.
And as soon as they are written,
as soon as the words leave me,
I sleep
like coals before morning.

There is this song I listen to while I drive.
Listen to it.
Does it make your shoulders burn
as if they could cry warm tears?
If not, then what delusion do I live under?
What absurd subjection that leaves me
torn by the claws of awe.
I stare at the blank skies
as if God has not yet finished
after all these years.
And I wonder what it means to live.

And I would scream loudly
like cars in the ether of the night
like chimes raped in the wind of an empty street
like the hum of the power lines that fly over this forsaken town
vainly exclaiming my intention not to die
in this ineffable sound of black word against white.
It is not by the awkwardness of our voices that we are heard, the strain of the wind against our throats,
it is merely our will that speaks directly like communion of the soul.

I drive home with my thumbs on the wheel,
watching people walk on the wooden slats, on this cold day,
wondering where they would be. I think, if I could choose,
I would be the one man without anywhere to belong
standing against the ocean
crying in the face of this inhuman sea
defying gravity with my weak legs
palms open for suspicion of receiving God.
I would babble the obscene inspirations of men
and breathe this salty air to become preserved
for a single moment permeated by the caustic air
letting it eat the phlegm in my lungs
clean me from the inside
that just once I might breath a single true, pure breath.
And on this grey day lit by clouds diaphanous like kitchen curtains,
I wonder whether for doing this, indulging this insanity,
I might learn the difference between life and slow death.
The first things people usually notice about me
People tell me my glasses are cute.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I like eggs...and rice...and tuna sushi.
The six things I could never do without
Participial Phrases.
Right Branching Sentences.
Claim-Evidence-Warrant Analysis.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Writing letters to estranged friends.
On a typical Friday night I am
Playing Dungeons & Dragons.
I’m looking for
  • Everybody
  • Ages 21–28
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if
If you are interesting.

And if you will listen to Death Cab For Cutie with me.