Fragments of alive. Fragile life. When a bug enters the hardware of a human being machinery. As all machines there are. We’re all robots, it’s the software that makes aliens.

In a Chinese arrival/departure card they name foreigners “aliens”. Am I alien or just alienated. Alienating. Eat me. It. As the spit on their rubbish bins.

Don’t spit or leave cigarette butts in the gym, the sign said. They smoke to live with murder. The men. All dead women. And now the survivors get the attention. No one desires the small. Just the yuan. The robots behind it. They pay for beauty.

Athlete she said. I sleep. I dance. Felt up with a silk costume and communist hat. It should be fun to dress up. Life is a game. Have fun while playing. Fuck infected fun. Childlike minds are adored. Just live it.

Hiya lad. You know what. You CAN undo, ctrlZ. Ignore the learnt. Just think of the Germans. Zig hihi. “Warum so seriös?” The German guy asked. A second from falling with his glass of champagne on my silk suit.

Quote, quotAtion blah bidop ha.

Always structure, order. I love Germans, they have good taste. And not love love me do love. Just U.S love. Like anybody, really.

“We all live in a yellow submarine” my teachers sang. They married Chinese wives. Beijing VS Shanghai

YEAH!

Shanghai new, with financial stuffz. Beijing old with cultural stuffz. In Shanghai people stare at foreign white or black men. In Beijing I saw more Nordic than Chinese folks. Shanghai air sucked, Beijing traffic too. Shanghai win for high technology orgasmic toilet. Built-in showers for cleaning ass and genitals. Go to the tower.

H&M broadcast in Dutch, for slow Dutch man. We peed our pants a little. Laughed mouths to the Chinese wall.

And the stare. Noohoo AppleThinkDifferent.

What’s creative. Still rings. Tinnitus. In my ear. Just like the Beijing club.