blue days. ^ yesterday I was blue. it started with brilliant sunshine, drizzled at noon, pale sunshine afternoon, drizzled again when I returned from visiting my son in his mom's house. in the day QRRS canteen shown ugly teeth upon its service to me: 3rd times or 4th times to tentatively cooked tasteless food, ie fishes I ordered. I knew enemies of my Empire of China plots it, summon all cadres or bureaucracy against me. when I reviewed the hostile my Royal China was set among, I felt deep sorrow for my son, Hope of China, God of Universe. his mom, I recently first time noticed how tiny she is bodily, almost a dwarf, a puppet of her vicious mother, a pair hardcore lesbians, more and more desperately occupied my son's time by gossips to separate him from me, when we played video games. last Friday she brought sheerly him to watch a free movie in cinema during our routine reunion in weekends and my son got vomiting, likely insanity of his mom's emotion hurt him. on Sunday night when I played a shooting pc game with my son, she stepped in and gossip with my son aside, trying intimacy that's dirty over my son. I quit game soon and escaped to waiting room, where I rambled and looked back my once marriage with her and saw more sure I never and will not like her, such a poor qualified woman. during break after her usual accusation of my history of asylum, I told my son love is the most private affair and I have so far not such thing to teach him live. I urged him pursue love in his life ahead, and educate his children more sound and fruitfully. I told my son why his mom's house doesn't prepare him a space, the only 2 beds none for him in youth, but for guest or couples, both deep concern of the dark and pompous grandma's. this dawn I dreamed I was in a formation between 2 contesting groups. Its hard to be standing above. God, dad, save my Royal China from poison and pollution. bring me sooner my girls to home my son warrenzh 朱楚甲, and my children arriving. thx God, in this blessing morning light.