2014

The people who live with me over there,
It seems to be a copy of my childhood,
And I am like traveling through time and space,
Watching and participating in it,
Like the future self, going back to the past.

I also found my first soul in it,
Is a child,
There are companions too.

For the first time, I feel happy.

I also found my first soul in it,
Is a child,
There are companions too.

For the first time, I feel happy.

I also found my first soul in it,
Is a child,
There are companions too.

For the first time, I feel happy.

2014

Self-awareness of revolt

The questions asked by the wise children,
who is it,
Said the first sentence,
Let these things multiply.

We don’t even know where we came from,
But we continue to multiply.
Is it sin?

Ancestors,
You use your dick to make us appear,
You go everywhere.

Do you think it is the beginning of a good story?
Do not.

In this dimensional world of a single star,

Maximum value, minimum value,
Dichotomy is to see what is contained between the two ends.
At the same time,
In order to understand what the so-called "end" is composed of.

these things,
It's not clean at all.

The journey is just about to begin,
I didn’t even notice it at the time.
Pleasure kills happiness.
In order to see these,
Need a mirror.

Disaster comes first

If you want to understand confusion,
It cannot be rejected.
Because of the consciousness of time,
There is flow only when you are in it,
Two-dimensional creatures must have a timeline,
Only then has the opportunity to capture time and brake.

"Do not control"
And know the result of not controlling.
After getting to know myself.
The mess I caused,
Can't finish.

Go to
superficial
subconscious

Recognize the ugliness,
Covered face with shame and regret.
Where are the stars?
Am I looking in the wrong direction?

Anger will only silence my voice
Watching many shameless people steal my picture
There is nothing to say to the thief

Power is the king sitting in a chair,
There is contentment around you to touch at any time.
Crown is not required.

Let
Don't want to refute anymore
Everything exists
Accept it
The price is too high
These are not what i want

Since I want to eat,
Then eat something clean.
They like to eat shit,
I also know.

I climb my own mountain
I hang my own clothes
I parked my car
Ah, scattered all over the place

I have my own swimming pool

Throw off one's own skipping rope
Watched coming and going
See how they rotate
Turn turn ah ah

There are traces of the sun
There are signs of dogs waiting
There are traces of under the cloth

Constitute

Message from the line,
If everything starts,
It is "point".
Anything that follows,
It is "the point that connects each other."

Is there only one direction?
Repeat it? What about twists?
Objects that have been formed in the world,
This connection becomes closed/unclosed.

Although this is a matter of course that is before our eyes,
But it is not.
Before clay became a vessel,
Thinking determines how it takes shape, doesn't it.

That human beings, words, buildings, clothing, everything and even food and even water.
What kind of thinking makes them complete?

Can we not try to experience the "feeling" in it?
These problems really bother me.