Its slaves robs you and utter the words of gratitude

 what’s not to like? 

 i pays-he cooks i clean

taking space (sonic)

this guy in the studio near mine blasts loud music all the time when he works (i can barely hear myself think) I believe it's the multibillion record industry that's pumping out these giant works of his.

I'm reminded of the I'm-a-perfume-guy at lunch who sat at my table (I couldn't taste anything)

The poor old lime, on its aeonth day since sat on the desk, untouched to date, had hardened, rock-solid, like it was calcified, even. He picked it up, aimed at the head of the intruder, and belted it, killing them.

 산들바람

인자함의 목소리

전통

어제와 비교

좋은 하루

연잎 처마 탐스러운 고기

정적과 흐르는 바람, 이파리의 갈채

듣는자

나눔

유리없는 창의 radiant light

파도소리

 Graffito

By the ocean of my weathered wallet, I said my existence is written on the margins, that, like theirs, it can be read in scribbles.

Youth of future, bury those memories in yous hearts.