shithouse september

i went up here. some nice chinese graffiti. it was in yellow mountain park, nanjing, zhongour, which is very beautiful and its the burial site of dr sun yat sen, the so called father of modern china.

so there you have it, downtown nanjing, and i'm sure my workmate will be annoyed, but i've walked down that dajie. ran into dr david nichols this morning and it added another to my theory that no one in the world had a good time in september. it was so shit poor, i couldnt explain it, and i had nothing to complain about, but i didnt enjoy myself that much. octobers noly one day old and a change is as good as a holiday, so they say.
the moden lovers are in precise order on my stereo, and its funny for a short time they were being chased by every record compan under the sun. the sun back then had shades of green in it.