Another life time has passed. More memories destined to fade have been born. New friends with bad habits have found each other again and fondling kisses in the rain make for bitter-sweet tunes. Have I learned a thing worth noting? I'm not sure. Life is too serious to be wasted writing useless reports leading to poor options. The masses are gathering to vent their frustration. Of that I am not so sure. The subways are definitely full of the half dead. I am waiting to see guys with sticks jamming us in. "No thanks, I'll catch the next one." They are giving their lives away for a promise that is hard to ensure.
Cheap, cheap prices... I see why the foreigners love to play in this city by the river. Tastefully chic with dollops of consternation. The service is so friendly because they would be in a coal mine if they had not worked so hard. Are they lazy yet? Some are lazy, like fat dogs in the sun. They are my friends and we drink together...
The migrants are taking what is theirs. They sell their wares to the passersby and they get their coins. Lost fingernails and all allow the babes to drink their tainted milk. If they make it from the river, they are greeted as aliens in an alien land.
I can't feel bad for the Chinese. That is like feeling bad for America. The vastness of the city is beyond description. One hundred kilometres from north to south and one hundred and twenty kilometres from east to west... the people keep coming. They push and take so that their babies can have rice.
"A liar's love is still true. The only wonder is to whom it is directed."
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