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Author Archives: hichea02

I don’t write poetry

I don’t write poetry. I write fragmented sentences. I write repetitive sentences. I add line breaks where I need them. I don’t write poetry. I write uncontrollably. Seven weeks without a word. Seven weeks feeling guilty. Seven weeks pent up. And suddenly it all spills out. Every feeling I couldn’t vocalize Every thought I couldn’t … Continue reading »

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It has been 49 days

It has been 49 days. 49 days since I have picked up a pen. 49 days since I opened a word document, with the intent of creativity. It has been 49 days since I picked up my journal. It has been 49 days since I bought the journal. It has been 49 days. It has … Continue reading »

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The Finale

Through my work I have explored how deeply emotions are intertwined with each other and with the world around us. I am fascinated by what emotion will rise from another, the objects connected to them, and the emotional expectations for different relationships and genders. I have been exploring what scenes create or signify a certain … Continue reading »

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Ass Wednesday. That was an accident, but lets keep it. Bl(ass)phemous.

So last week I was wearing a low cut shirt and I was eating. Some crumbs escaped me, which really isn’t anything out of the ordinary, and I looked down to clean up those lost morsels, and I just so happened to be jiggling my foot… And I ended up getting distracted for like a … Continue reading »

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Whale, Whale, Whale

FREE TRIP TO THE BAHAMAS FOR TWO!! I eagerly checked my mail box today, to pull out that shit. I dropped it immediately and stuck my hand back into the cold metal box, scraping around for something better. no, not the pictures of my niece I’ve been looking forward too. some shitty, loopholed into a … Continue reading »

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Too good to be true

It’s just such a rare moment when everything lives up exactly to your expectations. It’s happened to me too many times this year to be comfortable. It’s bad enough that the Disneyland trip was amazing. Everything went according to plan every single day, everyone was in a good mood always, everyone had fun. Then going … Continue reading »

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My Olympian Valentines

To Apolo Ohno: You skated in to my heart eight years ago, and never let me down But you sliced it open like J.R. Celski’s leg when you retired. I appreciate you commentating But I miss seeing you in that tight suit.   To Shaun White: Damn. You cut your hair and got hot. Maybe … Continue reading »

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victoria’s secret keeps sending me emails with weird valentines day advertisements. like, is it really that necessary? they could just send out an email that says “hey. valentines day. next week.” and everyone would get the message. like, you’re a lingerie store. we get it. these once a day emails start getting annoying, but i … Continue reading »

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Collections

The menus on your fridge create a rainbow, displaying to your guests a little insight on your life. I never knew you were such a fan of BBQ. There are three BBQ menus. Your prisms of light reflect how little I know. My fridge is (recently) covered in children’s art. Although it’s more colorful, its … Continue reading »

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Jokes

I resist the fluorescent light. We sit together in the room,, fixated on one point. The day is fading. Someone complains, wants to turn on the light. We compromise, plug in the string of Christmas lights. It actually doesn’t change much, but it’s the gesture that pacifies him. Someone else gets up to cook, turning … Continue reading »

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