Kissoon's Loop

No patterns, no faulty iterations; no flattery, no conflagrations. No thought, no time, no space absurd to deify (or demon-ize) a thing so l...

one day you'll find yourself an ornery lech-- reject, abject, dejected and tired. no boys will your open-mouthed photographs fetch; your...

I congratulate myself with markings on the skin which mean so much more than the markings held within.

and they got tired of your shit long before the rest of us did. you burned through them like my eyes through you; there's blood on the f...

when dancing turns to singing, blood turns to love

they put an alien in my brain. they made me think that I wasn't okay.

every motion, action, word, and flexion screams "please, oh please be proud of me."