In my country, when we think about the future, we shake.
Ah, men losing the power in their dicks. When they can no longer f___ their women, they f___ the world.
Most men overestimate themselves. It’s the only way they can reproduce. It’s why we’re all here, us humans. Overestimation.
If it’s not one god it’s another. Allah or oil. Jesus or Jewels. Lenin or lust.
I believe in the goddess of mystery. And she’s always pregnant!
After all, the whole of humanity was anchored by inventions, contrivances, unrealities. Xiao Li lived on dreams, as most people do.
Hungry for what? Money? No. Power? Over people? That was like having power over clams.
It’s only a cut, a reminder of this day. A reminder to ask every day, Why am I doing this?
Maybe he had become addicted after all—addicted to being the pivot point, to being as central as that crucial joint between copulating man and woman, but with a danger that did not know the bounds of orgasm.
The people need a strong leader. They feel insecure if they don’t know who to fear. Isn’t that why god was invented?
To make a friend you must close one eye. And to keep a friend, you must close both eyes.