Archive for August, 2010

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Buncha Bingsu

August 9, 2010

This gallery is more for me than you.

Recently I have: swore coming out of my apartment, swore after waking up in the middle of the night, swore while sweating, wanted to write love letters to my ice fan. Cicadas are buzzing like so many mechanical erasers, leaving their carcasses for my students to hold up to my face, mosquitoes have been snacking on me, melt and felt the heat and steam, wanted to cry.