today is the chinese mid-autumn festival. a day where my fellow yellow-skinned people sit around at night eating cylindrical pieces of dough filled with sweet beanpaste and stare at the moon trying to figure out which few craters form chang er's tits or a bunny's asshole. young kids run around carrying paper structures with lit candles inside them which often catch fire and singe their chubby lil fingers. the slightly older kids set fire to almost anything combustible they can get their hands on. yep thats the mid-autumn festival for you.


i saw the moon and it was fricking blood-red. guess chang er had her period and couldnt make it back to earth in time to get a tampon or two. guess the bunny's tail wasn't all that absorbent.



what the fuck am i talking about?