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I don't love you, but I must.

Turns out, I just want to be a father figure. And that isn’t always so marvelous as the screens would make you believe. This has been the biggest lesson in my adulthood.

No immortal fist can change my ways.

Deny my love, and I will cater your

Grace all the way to hell wearing a diaper where the diamonds would glow

never getting enough

and no one loves me.

I came to America and barfed on the plane.

My first taste was the D.

You can’t go to Burton’s school for the chumps who dealt with Dilla over wings with a name like

F A N G. THE LIBERATOR.

Pick my ass up.

And whine with your new friends.

That’s why my name is “Jason.” Because of Austin.

St. John is where Cole went for the ball.

He showed me the Chi - wet as smoke

KE N TO. B E N T O. SMOKE THE YOUTH.

FISH FOR the savior.

FANG: to liberate

Holy Feast For the Eyes

FANG : WALKING POETRY

FANG : To touch you

FANG : A KNIFE to your face folds

FANG : KICKING THE DOORS

FANG : TAKE OFF YOUR SPELLS

TEMPORARY PASSAGE: I wanted to fit in. On the tv, I saw the red ranger. He was a player. And, to me, the type of leader I could pick and choose. Brave and courteous. Kind and disciplined.

This is how a kindergartner switched codes without the proper spelling.

These are not instruments for any story. These are just scattered illusions, while you are making your way through the wash. Sell out. Then set sails for Cambodia’s crispy.

NÈ ALWAYS WAKES ME

When the heart breaks

Escaping from the fear

Losing my mind for

Meineke Is Real

Take your spells

Take your sweets

Eat nothing

Make up and mind your business

With all the BS and the designs

On the table

Be mine ( escape )

My heart aches ( breaks )

Cheap. Your labor is weak.

How miserable it is to take this pill without a date

here on this silent hill.

int. SILENCE HILL day for night with 'NINESIRIS

There is silence in the dome. Nobody sings.

Here on this silent hill,

we have to take a for the heart. Think about all the therapy you paid for. And serve it all to her love song.

NÈ always wakes me when it’s time for a break.

Your heart needs it.

Your heart’s break is lunch for the soap.

This opera is blaring tidally. Thanks for the suggestive. My life is artificial in the video. Changes inevitably occur when you hold on to what you never let go of

k n o c k i n g OFF

n o d d i n g ON

WONDER. Wander. You’re a wanderer.

Kai was nice. Jai knows how to wield a hammer. Amy works.

Someone smashed the window. It’s a tempest out there. Can someone call upon the SANDMAN?

No. He’s busy with Tim doing Adam’s business using hockey sticks for the par. This wonderer is missing.

Find then you a Superman in Carlos.

EVERYONE GO HOME! Carlos is here.

EVERYONE GO HOME! CARLITO ‘STA QUIIIIIIII

Mind your keys, Meineke.

Mein Eke shames on the changes.

Play the aces. Fields are full of oil.

What’s your role?

CARLITOMAN LOPEZ CARLITOMAN LOPEZ CARLITOMAN LOPEZ

Flowers for the shorty, business. Beginning at 5:28, I’m trying to get off. I want to write you a letter for God. This time, he’s slim and shady like Nicholas Hoult being a total ironic bomb at Lord’s Holding.

Slip and fall, my addiction is craving more laws. Go on the run. Your fugitives will never catch up to Harrison. Don’t diss me. This album is platinum.

Wait for Christian. Grab the Bale. Throw him in the ring with Ken. This is the darkest of days. These potentials fall in the scripture. Touch my light. Put her in the penalty box. Touch SZA with a sapien.

Love the sea. Your water is free. Wreck the aquifers. Feel the fuel.

In becoming an actor, I learned how to embrace more parts of myself. In working with a therapist, I trained to observe the different parts-of-being. Turns out, there’s a whole circuit of a world inside of us all. So, when some gather and many don't respond to the invite, my therapist and I created the idea of a mental and emotional “teahouse” where all my circus of parts would gather like Sunday at Gertrude Stein’s.

And, ideally, we’d learn how to co-exist and create the optimal scenario. To be frank, it better just be like the Megazord coming together in POWER RANGERS. Each ranger would jump into their respective dino-zord, and as they’d join like Voltron (this is another reference point, Lil' Kingsgate), they would find immense synchronicity and team work wins. Do this at the grocery store. Watch your pipe dreams become real.

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In studying the humanities through cinema, I’ve seen so many ways people come together. I’ve always wanted to be a part of it all. Now I sound like Ariel. I suppose I have always felt like a mermaid on some level — witnessing all the ways people exist while struggling to get my feet on the ground. I grew up as an academic and learned physics on a level that is neither theoretical nor very practical. It was mentally stimulating — that’s for sure. But my taking Advanced Placement courses in high school was almost my way of competing in the grand olympics of schooling. GPA was my credit system. I needed the validation. Writing about this got me a place at NYU. Now I’m deconstructing my entire life story. I hope that works for my personal statement.

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I’ve always been a watcher. In church, they’d describe us as “witnesses.” I witnessed, yet I yearn to participate. While studying films, I grew very fond of the Italian neorealist movement — observing the power of the ordinary person.

For us the ordinary, there’s so much spectacle in our cloud of vision. It was always about magnificent victory. If it wasn’t about megazords womping on the villain of the week, it was about Michael Jordan outstretching his arms to land the final shot against the Monstars. You need the special sauce, according to Bugs Bunny. This can be a water bottle marked “Michael’s Secret Stuff” or simply an imagination to consider how Mary Poppins might have a Chinese friend somewhere in the Poppinsverse, and that boy would be called Barry Boppins, because “duh.”

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Duh. Essays are supposed to flow. This is disjointed. I think it’s because I’ve spent too much time in twiddling, PA my thumbs on social media. The language has a bounce? Or a Bop as it were. See? Barry Boppins. I have a degree in creative writing. In actual classrooms — in actual college — we were taught to make up language. This is putting my education to use.

ESSAYS ARE FOR SCABS.

Mighty MOUTHÈD MEN OF MANOR : MATTHEW

Mighty MOUTHÈD MEN OF MANOR : SEAN

Mighty MOUTHÈD MEN OF MANOR : KIN

Mighty MOUTHÈD MEN OF MANOR : JAMES

Mighty MOUTHÈD MEN OF MANOR :

Mighty MOUTHÈD MEN OF MANOR

YUSUF: THIS IS CHAOS

US: YOU BET

I was a watcher. And I watched superheroes

wishing to be them.

I even listen to their audio books. Zachary Levi went from suicide to superhero. Simu Liu was once a dreamer. In my recovery from the shock and corridors, I’ve been creating mental landscapes to process the phenomenon of life in the modern age. If Charlie Chaplin showed us the day laborer churning the cogs of a machine-driven world, ours would be twitter trigger fingers and threading the needle on the ‘gram. Hash-tags.

#Millennial #FreeMoney #ACCX2 #Millennial #FreeMoney #ACCX2 #Millennial #FreeMoney #ACCX2 #Millennial #FreeMoney #ACCX2 #Millennial #FreeMoney #ACCX2 #Millennial #FreeMoney #ACCX2 #Millennial #FreeMoney #FreeMoney #FreeMoney #FreeMoney

#ACCX2: Austin Chinese Church is where my folks found a way to save our family from the weeds. We’ve been enmeshed and struggling. It’s a very ordinary tale. Yet this moment of synchronicity is worth remembering. I hope that’s okay with you to take a moment here.

( this space is for breathing )

This is not quite APA style. We were always more of an MLA - kinda guy when the occasion demanded. But — gather your megazords for the megawords — this is some kind of new style. Just as we are having new collar workers, it seems we are having new collar speak. And it’s more cyclical than rhetorical.

“It’s gotta be circles,” said Malcolm when he was doing his thing on the bass at Rick’s. The piano was turned off. Circles help us through crisis.

I had a ticket to see Malcom's Mac Miller in concert at Irving Plaza, but he was ill that night. Nobody else knew how to grind the machine that night.

Or : there was no understudy for the originator, especially when no one understood the script.

The world had only one apple's janitor.

1 MICRO GREENER 1 THIRST TRAPPER 1 BEAR BLOWER 1. POINT MAKER

TOMS WELDER FAN FAN SMASHER BUTT REP BUTT STOCKER BUTT WASHER

READ THIS ALOUD FOR SNOOZING READ THIS ALOUD FOR SNOOZING

I was at Forever21 when I learned we lost our Mac miller to the wash.

I was there shopping for a music video my Cam sander friend was directing.

I copped some rust gold tights and a mickey mouse tee.

We three hubbie hipsters were roller skaters at Coney

Island having a blast.

But it was raining. And we fell a lot. IT WAS CHOPPY NALA. IT WAS GOOD.

When the video aired, the soundtrack had no groove.

It sounded forlorn.

Turn on the piano. Yes, Rick’s. Yes, Ma. Yes, Josh.

Leave worries on the floor.

Four on the floor.

Where is the protein? Boar.

Cyclically, this is where we might circle back to those 'zords and consider how abstract everything becomes in a material world. I got into music as another way to communicate hope in the teahouse. Cyclically, it’s fantastic that Austin has an actual teahouse where people gather and practice the art of living over Chinese Gongfu Cha. Gongfu Cha is my passion and hope for humanity.

There is a vision where Jesus turns wine back into water. And Bordeaux comes from Pu-erh. There is art in its simplicity. There is also art in Wabi-Sabi and Kintsugi. These practices could be very useful in art therapy.

Cyclically, I’ve often circled back to art therapy as part of my upbringing. Now it’s coming to use. Writing has always been a major challenge to me — a source of deep mental fatigue and, to speak vulnerably on a Brenè Brown sorta level — a source of shame. I don’t often know what to say.

And when I do, it’s always cyclical.

You don't need nobody else to forgive.

I learned somewhere that repetition helps to solidify a concept. So, cyclically — and not cynically — I am remembering a funny little bike I saw yesterday while walking with my family. It was just left there near the pond. My parents and I couldn’t figure out why. To think playfully, I’d like to think it’s led to this moment — where I consider how imagery is so instrumental in making life meaningful. An orphaned bicycle last night is a great way to make metaphor or motif.

Cyclically, I wonder how this little bicycle lost its family. What an abstract way to think. Now to the point —

— it’s too abstract, I’ve discovered. There is one million ways to die in the west.

There is one million ways to die in the west. I don’t want to work too hard.

There is one million ways to die in the west. It’s funny.

And million ways to skin a cat. Yet, I wouldn’t want to do either. In learning how to practice mindfulness, I’ve often considered how there’s maybe just one way dirt feels in any given moment. Start simple with a beginner’s mind.

Simply speaking, I'm on the ACC website, and I can’t seem to figure out how the blue things connect to the yellow thing-a -mabobs to the red air-vac thingy and how the pressure valve knows what’s going on. I’d really like to. Like Ariel, I want to go where the people are. I love the arts — Apple Music especially. On Ableton Live, there’s a device called “the simpler.” It’s for sampling audio files. Keep it simple. Keep it. Simple. Give the workers a loop in the beat. They can speak for you.

Do you ever wonder how a lawn mower can weep for the broken guitars? Put it through the simpler.

PUT IT THROUGH THE SIMPLER. ONCE. TWICE. Could it be you?

CALL ME DOWN.

Sample for the people. Keep it simple. This was always my way of connecting to my youth in hip-hop.

Hip-hop matters, and RZA is for sure a SUPERHERO.

RZA is for sure a SUPERHERO who is also a BLANK BISKERS. And his super-power can turn Gambino into a childish tantrum.

An angel walked up to my window. The time wasn't right.

There's no slowing down the globe, going around. Better keep at it. Learn the skills. Regeneratively, the farmer wins.

RZA is for sure a SUPERHERO. And his super-power can turn an academic into a nervous wreck with gold CREATIVE RECREATION kicks to be EXTRA LOUD ON THE PUNCH. GO! SONIC-PUNCHER!

THERE IS NO BEGINNING. THIS IS NOT THE MIDDLE. GODARD is a villain. And he's the favorite to visit when the heroes are having trouble opening their souls.

Go ahead and tell your love is real.

RZA IS FOR SURE A SUPERHERO. AND his super-power was going harder than anyone could imagine, even when the tapes sank. When can we take a nap at the Gravel Pit?

Go ahead and tell your love is real.

Go ahead and tell your love is real

Go ahead and tell your love is real.

Is it always losing friends to the dice game? Being a superhero costs a lot of money to make a video. Triumph. Then lose the part to Jin. I thought I wanted to be

what isn't is meant to be

a real - life action superhero on the keys

Turns out, I might actually be their reason for being.

Every time Superhero knocks General Zod into a building, someone has to gather all the shattered glass. And celebrate some small victories. Superheroes are protecting those folk. That’s where my father is. And so there’s where my heart goes.

Turns out, I really want to be a dad-guy. He sings with the Youtube to connect to his voice. And he grows a giant winter melon in the backyard to connect to the planet. He doesn’t quite know how the lasers on the remote control can make the bidet spray — but he’d really like to. If writing is about crafting story, then this is mine. It’s a bit sloppy nowadays. In seeking order to the chaos, Yusuf, I’ve learned to be literally inventive. And I’m writing my way out now.

I need to work with my hands. It’s most joyful.

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And, as it turns out, my name was really meant for “Joy.”

悦 was my family’s chosen name for me before Dad called an audible and went with “liberator.”

* k - so,

l i b e r a t i n g joy might just mean freeing the ranger from duty.

Go away now, Jason.

c / o Ms. Rogers 6: 4 2 MONOV24\

also a MAC MILLING MESS

"LIGHT ON" is in the box, JOHN

PC GRATER

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