Room With A View
Ancient Lanka was a city, I think it only makes sense to live that way. You can slip down from the hills on black carpet, two hours to the sea. I’m chilly in the morning, swimming again by afternoon. Can lose oneself in the rolling hills, the rolling sea. Blessing and curse, for better or worse, even here the Blueberry still connect. There’s a new magazine on the table. My ex-girlfriend is on the cover. FML.
One tries to get away. From something, to something, but the postcard always has a return address. Different coast, same sea. Different people, same me. Different drinks, same pee. But I digress.
I was a tourist in India and I never really came back. I don’t see the point. I spend about as much as I used to on rent. I see random shit, if I do actual work I can expense bits to the paper. I meet new people, have different conversation. It’s nice to see things through their eyes. I really don’t look sometimes.
I like the sunset in your eyes,
When you thank God I realize
There’s something more between these lines
I never stopped to see
The old pain hangs like a hangover. The Archetypes. Small love affairs with myself. Complicated humans you never understood become smoothed out into statues of perfection. Pygmalion and Galatea. You fall in love with cold marble that never returns your calls.
I have to go now. Something quite live and immediate is biting me.
Today on the 
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This is highly dubious. Miss Travel is a travel/social networking site that connects ‘Generous’ and ‘Attractive’ travelers. To, like, travel together, I guess. It all seems a bit like arranged prostitution and trafficking. This is part of a broader online trend to connect rich men to younger, attractive women. Sites like 
Sri Lankan domestics never say anything, they just stop coming. My maid just stopped coming and when I finally pressed her she said I needed to get a washing machine. I was hoping to ride this one out, but I’ve run out of underwear and I have no choice. I finally caved and bought a washing machine, from 
Chuck the Blueberry, turn the mag on its face and enjoy the location in the pic if ur there at present. Ironic though coming from me. Nevertheless, yeah.
Happy New Year.
Agree with Cadence. The post was almost poetic though.
Dude, when’s this emo shit gonna end? :D
hahahahaha
“Something quite live and immediate is biting me.”
Errr, a dog?…
Man, whatever it is, everything will end at some point.
coughhhloser
Now you made me go and pee, just to see if it is different from what I drank, coffee! Get off the blues!
“I like the sunset in your eyes,
When you thank God I realize
There’s something more between these lines
I never stopped to see”
Sorry to bust your bubble, but that sounds like something ‘my chemical romance’ would write on a bad day.
Forget the election man. Get laid (not with whores). That’s what I did, instead of jerking off on a magazine.
Charming.
Happy New Year everyone
Happy New Year :)