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Category: Writing and Poetry
B-eeeeeen! is the sound i make when i change seventy-two earthly transformations i stowed in a trunk and brought to the Golden Mountain you've seen each one railroad worker laundry boy greasy cook old grandma in her "pajamas" slipper walking in the park exotic girl with all the A's dating the white boys who like suckee suckee angry boy with long black hair smoking cigarettes and American whiskey Bruce Lee and his primal scream B-eeeeeen! but not Charlie Chan, fuck Charlie Chan never was Charlie Chan and Fu Manchu is my best friend sucking on the long hairs of his mustache as we make long villainous love schemes to eradicate the white ghosts who gave him cat eyes long fingernails emasculated sex drive you've seen all my faces but you haven't seen me oh America, country of White Bone Demons jungle of white American tigers in my world you are endangered i was born from a stone shooting beams of light from my eyes and i tricked the gods and i ate the peaches of immortality but you were born from purloined wombs everybody you couldn't capture with steel claws you tricked with strips of paper adding their lives to the length of yours thief Beware! i am hunting you and my Ru Yi Bang my Mind-Willing Gold-Banded Cudgel will flash over your Roman head and break your skull into fifty pieces oh what a sound! my children will rattle their cages the cages with names like Great Wall Chinese Restaurant No MSG Doctor Wang Consultations By Appointment Jane Chu Voted Most Likely To Succeed and i will walk over the horizon bigger than texas King Fucking Kong triumphant and they will see white American tiger skin wrapped around my waist fresh blood on my teeth where i feasted on your heart because it's been a long time trapped beneath the Golden Mountain with no Xuanzang coming to free me he died before you lifted the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882 and now he sits in the Western Paradise that lies farther west than hawaii still unwelcome in Jesusland so i freed myself realized your Golden Mountain is just made of painted foil but i'll climb it anyway Monkey that i am and plant my staff at the top make it grow to the heavens as i make my final transformation B-eeeeeeen!
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