I was wakened this morning by the sound of Chinese—the nasal enunciation of those jack hammer monosyllables aroused me from my sleep as sure as if someone had poured cold water over my head. As my mind focused, I thought I recognized the rapid-fire monotone of a newscast or documentary emanating from some distant electronic device. Suddenly, the thought occurred to me that, for reasons my half-awake state of consciousness could not currently recollect, I had returned to China—or perhaps had never left. Turning towards the window and seeing the blue sky I relaxed, knowing I could not possibly be back in Chengdu. Realizing Yong was beside me in bed both cemented my belief that I was indeed in the States and revealed the source of the sound.

This article is a continuation from part one of this series. Various examples of the ladies I've met through Chinalovematch.net are given here. If you're easily bored, please stop reading now. The 1.5 per cent of you that are continuing to read, well done!  I can see that your attention spans and intelligence levels, unlike the rest, are above that of a hampster!

Take a look at the main picture here. What's wrong with it?

Here at CLM I guess that without some of the regular contributors it might seem too slow or bland.   Also with someone often repeating the apparent echo chamber of ----  Just more lies in order to control the 'sheeple' --- it probably stirs up enough fine, dry powder consisting of tiny particles of earth or waste matter lying on the ground or on surfaces or carried in the air.  

Compromise

In Imi's recent blog, 'Our Lives Through A Keyhole', Imi wrote a comment on page 6 that reads -

The world is filled with plenty of sweetness and light, honey and roses, right? Well, yes. But sadly, it's also filled with enormous depravity and torment, malice and conspiracies. Continuing on from part one of this disturbing series, let's delve deeper into this dark world. Into the creepy corridors and back alleys of the more repugnant areas of Hollywood, politics and the music industry.

I'm asleep, I'm sure of it, and this has to be a dream. The realization gets through my mind slowly and wearily, gasping for validity in spite of my sureness.

If Barry was wondering IF his kind and congenial invite would have any response -- this might indicate he was successful.

John Abbot asked me write a short blog in response to a question he asked me on Imi's 'Flattards' blog. His question was simple - show me photographs of the 'flat-Earth' with an 'upturned edge'.