Her tact, recondite and blistering owns the inscrutable grips of Beijing. Her sight fashions the unqueched flames of Shanghai. Thus, who dares speak of crusty palaver? who dares budge to shut out flavor? who dares alter the firmament of her word? Only today. Only him. Shall surround her.
THE BIGOTRY OF THE UNSIGHTED SELF. I write because my thoughts seem to outrun the speed of my mouth and outrage those who decide to listen to just partial of my thoughts.