Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 8 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve413 years 10 months ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve313 years 10 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3014 years 10 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve315 years 8 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve415 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryMary Steve515 years 8 months ago
StorySong of David Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2115 years 9 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1615 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve415 years 9 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIV Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIII Steve315 years 9 months ago
StoryII Steve515 years 9 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve315 years 10 months ago

My stories

Through the streets I wandered...

through the streets, i could see old Korea everywhere, they were all there the old servants, the old yang-bans, they were there, Korea was a land of the spirits... the will was there

Spring's in a hurry

with luminescent hair, she came downing all over transparencies, streams and dreams scattering... petal after petal and pedal after pedal, the bicycling the rotation of the flowers,

Let me not sugar

you with the flow of love, lust upon your bushes of hair... toss all caution to the wind and slice my hands as though I were cutting thin air... do not say that you love me

To hate our enemies

to hate those who stall who make you wait so long for what you deserve is not easy, waiting in line for heaven's gate, waiting for eternity to shine its light. it's not easy to wait so long

Joseph Campbell

in the pain is the rapture of life, he said, our agon is our stillness, our separation from the world, our own little home. it's hard, but you must build a wall

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