I remember being conned

I remember going to Beijing as a kid. I remember walking down a disturbingly loud street with my mother. Not really knowing what we were going to buy.

We went to this clothing shop run by two girls. They were always arguing about pricing with my mother.

One day they planted a flimsy flask behind my back when i was squatting from exhaustion. I got up and tipped the flask over, getting boiling water on me and fragments of the reflective material inside.

We were forced to pay 50 RMB for that lousy thing. The girl claimed it was family shared.

You wouldn't bring something your family used to work bitch.

You know what you know

You get fried a nice red, maybe brown.
You may look like chocolate, or a lobster.

Share some funny experiences and pranks.
Fool around with just about anything.

People sometimes annoy you,
Yet you don't call them fuckers like you do elsewhere.

People sometimes make you angry,
No grudges though.

The rest of the world doesn't know how hard it is,
You do, but you don't think you're great.

That's life with the fighting musicians.
Some things ARE that simple.

Confessions

I know I have personality fluctuations.
I know I am sometimes if not all the time, fatally honest.
But I look back on the things I say about people and the demeaning comments and the way I make people look inferior.

I feel sad every time I do so.
Because though I was never wrong,
It meant that humanity had no hope left.

Thanks for pretending to be my friends, but I don't need that.
Thanks very much for violating my trust.
Thanks very much for being a gossip whore.
Thanks very much for the labels.
Thanks very much for the isolation.

It made me more than you, and less than you.
It made me nothing.

Everything must die in the end.
I am nothing.
Nothing cannot die.