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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotted Mind

Yes i know that there's no instant cure for break-up. And you know what break up is? Break-ups is a a dry vagina in the Himalayas. Cold balls on a new years eve and Barbara Streisand's love songs.

Break-up sucks, I know, but its a part of us. Of time.

A month. A year. Ten years. It makes no difference to your heart. Break-up is a constant masturbation and pornhub addiction. Miyabi. Wasabi. Just let those poor guys out.

Yes, I used to love her. Adore her. But as the saying goes "all will pass" and I found myself strayed from the past. The moon and stars doesn't look the same anymore. The dawn never breaks and I forgot how to remember and to remind myself that not all is lost.

I might still lost and you knew where to find me. Yes you, someone new, a species from the sun. After the dusk you can see all things turned dark and died.

Time never lie.

The day after, when the rain stopped, I starred at the rainbow, I tried to find you but your color is no more. It fading away. Its sad but its about time, they say. I can assure you, it's not about you now. So you don't need to worry.

Im done chasing rainbows.

I've left our crumbled house and shattered memories. There's no turning back and so I waved, for the last time, to all those yesteryears we've had. There's nothing left to be saved. No parachutes. No anchor. Not even sleeping pills will save us from this fall.

But this time, darling, I am walking away. Don't get me wrong, I am not dancing in the rain. I still got my blues, I was always been blue, my darling, but now it's no longer for or about you. It's ok. I love you. Ach du.

Island of the Gods. //20//02//2020

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#Without 2

I tried to give justice this island deserves into words. I tried to wrote the beauty of its landscapes. And yet I hesitate. To repeat the same lines as it were already used elsewhere throughout history, whether its in paintings, prose, poetry, music, or even geographical accounts, would be a waste of ink on a paper. Yes, the sky is blue here, it is clearer than any skies of the cities I used to lived. Yes, in the villages the air is good. Its breathable and not suffocating. Yes, it is rather magical when you smell the burning scents, the offerings, and all the indifferent stares circling the temples. Lots of lots of temples. All of it looks so deceiving and yet mysterious. Ah, thats the word I wanted to express: mysterious. This land is mysterious. Its almost unreal. It's not often that I'm intrigued by these things. Spiritual things. I used to make fun of it. Its a hippy thing and hippies doesn't deserve anymore repetition in any present or future historical accounts by all means, please. Let them be flowers that died. Let them be The Mansons. Let them eat peace. Let them have their englightenment drugs with all that pseudo rock and roll hipster music they always brag you about. Let them have Ginsberg and the beatniks. Let them citing Rexroth or Miller. Let them jingle all the way. Let them have the monopoly of virtue. I'll save the lsd and Diane di Prima for lonely nights ahead.

Okay, this is the positive vibes "eat pray love" white species wonderland. Although now it seemed to have lost all of its energy, this island of Gods, are drained by the all consuming, greedy, stupid, and spectacular colonial tourist. The proud bogans and crypto white supremacist goes on hunting for sex. Take a good look at those pedophiles! One. Two. Three. Run! They continue to occupy our spaces. Interior and exterior. We're helpless. Not a single space left out. They even colonised our hearts and mind. So the mystery is no more. The mysterious burned to ashes. And the ashes swept by the sea where she broke my heart and left. And there's nothing else to see but neon lamps of boredom. And there's only one languange to write. To represent. To describes. To rant and scream at the hollow empty heart. At ease. We shall sit and meditate. Lotus. Inhale. Exhale.

And thus the tale begin.

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Without 1#

I set my eyes at the captives of the horizon and the sun gently cowered with the seas. These little things always reminded me of you.