us.
child—children
mouse—mice
tooth—teeth
goose—geese
wolf—wolves
ox—oxen
fairy—fairies
thief—thieves
foot—feet
larva—larvae
I don’t like plural, because they not stable. I don’t like nouns too, as they change all the time like verbs. I like only adjectives, and adverbs. They don’t change. If I can, I will only speak adjectives and adverbs.
A quarter past eleven, you come back with a cold wind through door. You put down dusty bag on floor then you kiss me, you hug me. You are pleased to see me. I ask how is your friend, you say everything is fine. You smile and you are excited and you want make love. Like nothing happened. You say you miss me. But how I can miss someone easy coming easy going?
“Did you have a nice time?” you ask.
“No.”
“Why not? Did you go out to see people and make friends?”
“No. I don’t want make friends.”
“So what did you do?”
What to say? I feel the sea inside me too big, too never-ending to speak.
bisexual
adj.
sexually attracted to both men and women.
bisexual
I am a woman and you are a bisexual. Both love beautiful mans so much. But beautiful young mans is always living in our imagination. He is daily life’s fantasy. The reality about him so fragile that is easy to be broken, like delicate Chinese vase.
You have so many books to do with naked mans. On your shelf:
The Nude Male, Gay Writings from India, The Penguin Book of International Gay Writing, Fully Exposed: The Male Nude in Photography
…How I know you not going to go with the beautiful gay man again and ruin my life? How I trust you stay with me? Maybe I ruin rest of my life to be with you.
Is there lots of free love in gay’s world because they not produce children? No children then no serious weight. They not need considering responsibilities of next generation, and they not need worry about the pregnancy/abortion. But how that work if far-east foreign woman fall in love with West gay man?
When we see beautiful mans in street, or when we talk to beautiful mans in pub, we have very different view. You always wondering how he will look like when naked, just like you look at good painting carefully with magnifying glass. But my first question to that man more practical: will he possible become my husband? If so, will he having stable incomes and be able buy house for his family?
cabbage
n.
a vegetable with a large head of green leaves.
slug
n.
1. a land snail with no shell; 2. a bullet; 3. a mouthful of an alcoholic drink.
chinese cabbage + english slug
Hardly days is absolutely sunny, sunny until sun falling to the west. Sky in England always look suspicious, untrustful, like today’s. You see me sad but don’t understand why.
Standing in the garden, you ask me: “Do you want to have your own little plants in this garden? I think it should be a woman’s garden as well.”
“Yes. I want. I want plant Chinese cabbages, some water lily, some plum tree, and maybe some bamboos, and maybe some Chinese chives as well…”
I immediately image picture of tradition Chinese garden.
“No, honey, it’s too small for so many Chinese plants.”
Then, Sunday, we went to Columbia Road Flower Market. It my favourite market. We brought the small little sprouts of Chinese cabbage at home. Eight little sprouts all together.
We plant all these little things. Digging the soil, and putting every single sprout into the hole. You are fast than me. So you finished planting five, and I only putting third one in the little hole.
We watering Chinese cabbage sprouts every morning, loyal and faithful, like every morning we never forgetting brushing our teeth. Seeing tiny sprouts come out, my heart feel happy. Is our love. We plant it.
You say:
“Growing a vegetable and seeing it grow is more interesting than anything else. It’s magic. Don’t you agree?”
Yes. Is interesting. But in China, is just for peasant. Every person can do this, nothing special for growing
child—children
mouse—mice
tooth—teeth
goose—geese
wolf—wolves
ox—oxen
fairy—fairies
thief—thieves
foot—feet
larva—larvae
I don’t like plural, because they not stable. I don’t like nouns too, as they change all the time like verbs. I like only adjectives, and adverbs. They don’t change. If I can, I will only speak adjectives and adverbs.
A quarter past eleven, you come back with a cold wind through door. You put down dusty bag on floor then you kiss me, you hug me. You are pleased to see me. I ask how is your friend, you say everything is fine. You smile and you are excited and you want make love. Like nothing happened. You say you miss me. But how I can miss someone easy coming easy going?
“Did you have a nice time?” you ask.
“No.”
“Why not? Did you go out to see people and make friends?”
“No. I don’t want make friends.”
“So what did you do?”
What to say? I feel the sea inside me too big, too never-ending to speak.
bisexual
adj.
sexually attracted to both men and women.
bisexual
I am a woman and you are a bisexual. Both love beautiful mans so much. But beautiful young mans is always living in our imagination. He is daily life’s fantasy. The reality about him so fragile that is easy to be broken, like delicate Chinese vase.
You have so many books to do with naked mans. On your shelf:
The Nude Male, Gay Writings from India, The Penguin Book of International Gay Writing, Fully Exposed: The Male Nude in Photography
…How I know you not going to go with the beautiful gay man again and ruin my life? How I trust you stay with me? Maybe I ruin rest of my life to be with you.
Is there lots of free love in gay’s world because they not produce children? No children then no serious weight. They not need considering responsibilities of next generation, and they not need worry about the pregnancy/abortion. But how that work if far-east foreign woman fall in love with West gay man?
When we see beautiful mans in street, or when we talk to beautiful mans in pub, we have very different view. You always wondering how he will look like when naked, just like you look at good painting carefully with magnifying glass. But my first question to that man more practical: will he possible become my husband? If so, will he having stable incomes and be able buy house for his family?
cabbage
n.
a vegetable with a large head of green leaves.
slug
n.
1. a land snail with no shell; 2. a bullet; 3. a mouthful of an alcoholic drink.
chinese cabbage + english slug
Hardly days is absolutely sunny, sunny until sun falling to the west. Sky in England always look suspicious, untrustful, like today’s. You see me sad but don’t understand why.
Standing in the garden, you ask me: “Do you want to have your own little plants in this garden? I think it should be a woman’s garden as well.”
“Yes. I want. I want plant Chinese cabbages, some water lily, some plum tree, and maybe some bamboos, and maybe some Chinese chives as well…”
I immediately image picture of tradition Chinese garden.
“No, honey, it’s too small for so many Chinese plants.”
Then, Sunday, we went to Columbia Road Flower Market. It my favourite market. We brought the small little sprouts of Chinese cabbage at home. Eight little sprouts all together.
We plant all these little things. Digging the soil, and putting every single sprout into the hole. You are fast than me. So you finished planting five, and I only putting third one in the little hole.
We watering Chinese cabbage sprouts every morning, loyal and faithful, like every morning we never forgetting brushing our teeth. Seeing tiny sprouts come out, my heart feel happy. Is our love. We plant it.
You say:
“Growing a vegetable and seeing it grow is more interesting than anything else. It’s magic. Don’t you agree?”
Yes. Is interesting. But in China, is just for peasant. Every person can do this, nothing special for growing
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