Lying in the Jacuzzi and being messaged by two nude Belorussia girls, I spit a sip of Chateau Lafite Rothschild ’82 out of the balcony and hope someone can hit the jackpot. Sorry, forget to tell you, I am now in the 2000m2 penthouse built above the one hundredth floor of the International Finance Centre building which I own, in the heartland of Shanghai. With mystery and enigma, my penthouse is usually described as the Sistine Chapel of wealth and intelligence by tabloids. As a matter of fact, few people know my empire is piled up by tons of human carcasses, the things that my great motherland is never to be short of. Barely known by people, I am not the neon god they pray but the brainy Satan they made.
The two pinky Ukrainian cherries on her chest remind me of the cherries (literally) in my father’s fields; they were stunted and retarded, just like the people there. Before my age of 15, the age I left my home, I had never seen any normal cherries or crops; they were all colorless and way smaller than ordinary ones. I believe the seeds of Satan had been deep-seated down in my heart since then. My friend, when malformation becomes normalcy, how can you avoid tragedy.
According to the big bang theory, all light originated from darkness, and I deeply believe it till today. I came from the darkness of the darkness. Now, I am having sex with women in the brightest spot of the city. Otherwise, how to explain such a dramatic life as mine? I fell from my mum’s vagina while she was racking some dung in the field. I was her fifth child and nothing was worth panicking. Four children before me were either still births or semi-stillbirths, and she delivered them all here. She skillfully cut the umbilical cord by a rusty scythe and then continued on doing her jobs. She supposed that I could not survive till the end of that day and just let me lie on the putrid turds to let me melt into these ooze and become organic fertilizers. However, my sonorous crying reminded her that I was still her son instead of a bloody flesh falling from her womb; that was my first feat of gaining people’s sympathy by using tricks.
Soon after that, they named me after something that does not exist at all—Dogegg. Now, I still doubt their ability to write my name. Every time I heard others call me this name, my goose bumps just popped out. Of course, my name is no longer this one; otherwise, even the hobos on the streets would look down upon me. They gave me a birth as being a human but gave me a life as being an animal or even worse. To be honest, I used to hate them of giving me birth in such an accursed country without my permission. Feeding on tree roots were a nightmarish motif throughout my childhood. Damn, can you imagine that roots were a rare and tough to get at that time? I think if the aliens had land on China at that time, they must think they were on the surface of the moon. Millions of craters were caused by people digging meters deep to search for some leftover roots. As always I said, Chinese are a brilliant race. During such harsh years, some parents even exchanged their children with others and cooked them to eat; consequently, they would not be blamed by their own morality compass the rest of their life. Withal, if they could have had some soy sauce to flavor with at that time, the taste of others’ children must be better.
No long after that, many people tried to escape to other provinces to beg for some food; however, most of them were shot by the communist soldiers on the boarders in the name of salvaging the communist party’s pace. Unlike these dumbs, I dig a tunnel through the boundary secretly by using a tiny spoon. Since then, I haven’t got any news from my parents; I still don’t whether they are dead or not until this moment.
In the ensuing years, I worked in a coal pit in Shanxi Province. Only thing I want to comment upon this business is that is really like what coals look like—dark, dark, bloody dark. I and my fellow workers worked nakedly day after day— I bet that after you come out from the mine the only white part of your body are your eyeballs. Every day, I could feel the darkness nibbled and seeped into my body gradually. FYI, it is really damn hot down there; I bet the founders of all religions must have used coal pits as a prototype of their imaginary hells. I warn you not to intimidate me as being an atheist by sending me to the hell in my afterlife; I had already been in the damn hell.
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