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Chi's Back!

Hello y'all,

The large and angry Asian checkin' in. We're at the Riveria in Chi-town, going to keep this short ‘cause my beautiful wife is out and we're too busy havin’ bus and bunk sex to check in. So, I ain’t so angry right now. Here's a picture of us and here a poem for ya to chew on:

“A Soundtrack for the Silver Screen”

I had a dream-as I was walking up today
that I was on a trip to a coastal city
which was being pounded by thirty foot
waves and was quickly vanishing underwater
I was so excited I ran to the window
to watch the sea pull herself up-and drag us back in
I saw a father grab his son
before another wave came down....but
unfortunately the water was receding
and I woke up mildly-disappointed
in London-with the shades pulled tight
it was raining but not under
water when I looked out and-again
I felt a little disappointed
though I'm sure-I wont have to wait
for much longer
we march on with or without your blessing
in small rooms with bad lighting
and the news of foreign wars
and north Korea-testing the bomb underground
which we're now
assigning the most brilliant of analysts
to figure out-whether they will
use it or not
and it was easier when I was a child
and had the cold war
and an abusive father
who was a Vietnam veteran
and a cardiologist
evil was a lot more tangible
in my ghost childhood
and I could see
the enemy
clearly drawing sides
everyday it was either nuclear war with the Russians
or my fathers fists
and I knew what to expect
so I was ready
with a confidence that comes from
having fear
and what little defense I could scrape
hell I wouldn't of even thought
I was abused
I figured that this was how it was
for everyone
and now sadly
I feel it may be just that
we've become one
in our sufferings
like the Buddhists and the liar poets
and the main problem left
as I can see it
is the laughter is no longer
there
and the jokes just getting good.
See, I will always maintain a certain level of consistent assholeness.

Be good,

Ghengis Cheng