Einstein argued that there must be simplified explanations of nature, because God is not capricious or arbitrary. No such faith comforts the software engineer...
Phone Number *** - **** 5487
Birthday27 May 1961
EducationPai Chai University, Republic of Korea - Korean language course
AddressKorea Railroad St No: 5487
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When you cry like that you sound like meat being tenderized by hand Beaten, flipped and beaten again
If I'm deathly quiet it's because I want to hear the muscles flatten
The sun pours in from the other shore and runs its fingertips over the shank
Like a butcher in love!
Here- you can wipe your hands on my apron
It's not heaven it's the early dark Everything fighting to be seen
Hands and stars
Sometimes the bed seems to be made entirely of skin
Sheets of skin
Onion and Egyptian my legs, your stomach
Honey I can't stop grinning
I'm having so much fun trying to relax around your fist
It's as if we're both standing on the wilder shore of some immaculate kitchen, our towels folded neatly, into bleached-white columns
I love your spine, chef
Serrated Butterfly Bird's Beak
I love your technique
Lifting the veins up carefully in the early light and then putting them back down again
Lifting them up Putting them back Lifting them up
Do you think there's a difference for the Lord between
slow dancing in the kitchen at night, no music, your arms around my neck, and later
my face in your ass?
I think His home is covered in dark leaves cicada wings and promises
a peaceful night a perfect death
Are you hungry? Do you want to get up? Do you want some coffee?
I want to bow very low all the way to the ground actually lie down my face pressed hard against the tiles my arms out, and bow to your fingers your parents who put you here your legs the backs of your knees your mouth your chin how you smell how you smell at night bow to your voice across the kitchen crooning
Come here Come back I'm going to bend you over my knee