by Julian Stannard
I was walking along the banks of the River Yangtze suffused with delicious feelings of cherry blossom. Winston gripped my elbow and whispered Candy, one day we could put down a deposit on a horse. My heart skipped and I was giddy enough to kiss him!
I am Candy and Winston has dreams of being my lover. He is as loyal as a dog and I can't tell you how ugly he is. I'm going to talk about China's over-heated horse market. Foreigners scatter their money. Macroeconomics! Chairman Deng said getting rich was glorious.
Big horse, little horse, who gives a fuck about mice. Kung says, I love my wife, I love my horse, my horse is quiet. I told Winston, Change your reading habits, exercise! Affordable horses are on the decline! People are marching. We are millions! I hear horses cantering over the plains.
What is that sound high in the air? Genghis? Buddha? Now the government is restricting horse credit. You keep a horse five years, you pay less tax. You buy two horses, they throw your baby in the lake. The unflinching discipline of our revolving emperors!
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