Ο ουρανός είναι στη γη;

The journey from Istanbul- Pitio-Thessaloniki-Mykonos will dread any shit out of normal human. Long waiting at the border. Kids running around, pedllers selling food, ferventing days of hardship. Crackles are everywhere. Night turns to day. Black and bright. But im enjoying every single second of it. The rumifications of two long lasting fighting empires, trolling trollops. Nice.


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As i am wandering on my wanderlust passage, a vision of me as a travelling traveller of soul, ignited by a perplex desire of ignorant stupidity. Sand on my feet slithering away, blown by the guts and glory of the paradise beach in the hedonics island Mykonos, the toast of harrumph. Azure beaches and bitches, mind you. Booze is halal, for them. One could not stop ogling on the rampant conjectures of semi naked, luscious, parched and tan bodies. Padded after another. Mighty sun reaking its glimmer. Elation is in the air.

Smell it. This is tang. Repugnant. Fucking fuck. Im in seven heaven.

A simple "ti kanis" can get you all night long of shaking beds. And draining energy.Why bother when you can have it all? Zealots of travesty. God and goddes are the story of apostles and infidels, lust is everything.

This is your life, are you who you want to be?