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Post by Dave Besseling on Jul 9, 2007 16:47:42 GMT -5
GMT + 8 Asia China Hong Kong 22 15 00 N 114 10 00 E . HONG KONG . Lachrymose with jetlag. Adipose are the clouds. Stratocunnilingulous. Horny like a hangover strolling in the skirt-suit bustle down the Quay. . Three tier jade carving across in Kawloon Bay. Jackie Chan’s place just off a paved stray lane, behind a net on a path up the hill for the panorama. The gaff is huge. Pass the hospital where a convalesce ensures uncle HSBC is there to watch over you. Neon x-rays the curtains through - that rosy glow returns to your cheeks. It’s a tough slog up the jogger’s maze. For me, the escalators beforehand the only concession up on through, this winter month’s summer heat. The man made scratchy haze. . The air swirls between those eighty storey digs. They’re like bamboo reeds waiting for a breeze. From the lookout they’re like assets of reeds waiting to be seized. Unlikely is their charm and fervent is their swarm impregnating their boardrooms with varying hues of pollen for the marm. . Mostly ones and zeros with no paper or colour at all nowadays. There are perfunctory attempts at I’m not sure what made by paisley, pinstripe or navy blue. . The drones are the many, the queens are the few. .
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