Boy, this guy is good with his writing.
Excerpt from TziYang's blog.
traipsed over a bridge today
glanced down at the old rusty railway track and the rambutan trees hovering over my head, the leafy branches tickling my ears.
i started on my way down and i stumbled upon a couple making out
cleared my throat and continued walking, looking away, embarrassed for all three of us.
couldn't help looking up at the couple, and glancing into their eyes for a fleeting-fervent-faithless moment
her eyes hazel almond-shaped, fringed with darkly fluttering eyelashes that seemed to last forever,
oriental sensuality
his piercing-proscribed-perverted blue, glaring almost as though each golden-garish eyelash were pointing at me, damning me in silence (so what the fuck you gonna do about it, chinko boy?)
stumbled and tripped my way on, feeling not quite right
like i walked in on him with his hand in the cookie jar
mauling and searching (up her t-shirt)
i turned and looked again
the Jack Russell they were walking looked back, yes i'm thinking what you're thinking
his burly-betraying-bastard build his pasty skin with a reluctant faint tan clutching her waist
her tiny waist, dimunitive form, rich chestnut skin (piece of meat)
her broken, giggly english i still have chores sir
i wondered as i sat on the bus
if he often returned from work early: honey pick up the kids eh i gotta get some OT in tonight
and pinned her arms above her head and fucked her over and over again
in the bed where he had his first kid where he slept holding his wife
or in the kitchen she splayed over table spreadeagled fuck her from behind
and then kissed his wife with lips stained of asian
and his daughter have you finished your homework honey