Airell

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Heima- at home

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Heima means at home, and I am at home, at home with you. You’re my solace, my only refuge.

Being at home means being comfortable, totally naked, with the ability to not bother about how the world looks at you, and how you perceive the world.

Love sure has been an old man’s game, famed writers try as hard to define what this emotional pill to the human life is, however as far as they might try, their words are at best just…

captions to a picture.

I can’t put my finger on where I stand, neither can I put a finger on how far we’ve gone. I know I love you.

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July 17, 2008 at 10:19 pm

Ode to Beijing Opera

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KON-ZEN-TRAY-SCHUNZ

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May 10, 2008 at 3:27 pm

Stark

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Your lips, stark,

Violent, and Voluptuous Cherry Red.

Your skin, cream,

Intricate, and Delicate, like Porcelain.

Your eyes, dark,

Perspicacious, and Unfathomable, like the Riddler’s Riddle.

Your voice, intangible,

Somewhat Erudite, yet Ruminative as a Delectable.

Your Love,

Melts the Coldest of Hearts, Stops the Steel of Time.

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April 28, 2008 at 12:50 am

Posted in Pictorial, Portraits, Random, Special A

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My partner in crime, My devil’s advocate, and My pirated-DVD-selling syndicate

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No hesitation, no delay, she comes on just like Special A.

You are everything I want, ’cause you are everything I’m not.

Some form of introduction to the girl who has my back, and I, in turn, have hers.

She b my baobao, and for her a million times over.

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April 13, 2008 at 9:45 pm

Posted in Pictorial, Portraits, Special A

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