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“yhiee” Centrum (boulevard) … X? well, well, well. March 13, 2024, Japan’s Space One “Kairos.” 3132024; right time. How acrid.

“Miryang Park”

My aunt. I would’ve visited. I could’ve visited. I did not. Some of you are wondering which part of me is dead, weaker, or conscious. Others wondering which part of me is alive. My disdain for my upbringing is so vehement, I am cutting myself off from all family. Only those with the access to

Again and again

History traps the few in wealth and power. We trap ourselves to anything but, our own or ourselves to accept the pain. We push it away to others. We take revenge on old history, being blinded, as it creates anew. The new history grips the young, to follow in the same recursive cycle. I await

异

Different, unusual, strange. I wonder if anyone has read everything that I’ve written out. “Doing something for the sake of doing it and doing something because you genuinely love doing something.” Having to do something. Wanting to do something. I am unsure if I have become too educated to be trapped in-between. It is the

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I see so much being exposed to me. I understand it. Neom’s Line as a gesture from Arabs, Muslims, Persians, and Middle easterns as a finger to the families of where the line from Egypt is acceptable to be inhabited or adopted into the new populations of the New World after it is scorched. it’s

Hwei

Hyixfah? Why me. Regardless of whichever choice I must make between the three, how can i live not knowing what to trust? whom to know? I am glad I got to have a brief flare in my youth of love, I am not so sure I can ever experience it again anymore. This pain echoes

Coolie Jay

I know I wasn’t what I was supposed to be. A golden knife for few falutin fellows. A golden hope for the illusion of freedom despite it’s high price. A member of the cross to uphold old traditions and beliefs. Everyone’s held to the barrel and before some would lose the power they’re gripping so

500 miles walked, was not 500 miles wasted.

I wonder if you’ve been listening to my voice memos. I grow softer with each passing day. I tire from it all. I hope it’s enough. Ain’t got much left in the tank ol’ chap. Been fighting this thing inside me that’s been trying to make me gun cold. Close, but no cigar. Do you

30 days

This website. “NameCheap.” TikTok. It will no longer be maintained, renewed, or otherwise. Enjoy the fruits of such short-lived “victories.”