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Lately
Party on Easter Island
I’ve been thinking about scraping some wealth and it’s accumulating, I am not lying, check out the graveyard I bought with plenty of scratched vinyl no one wants but the wise rat who bites what crunch whatever snack could get their teeth on.
It’s 05:04.
There is nowhere to run.
But melt metal pieces, trash dogs, shredded yesterday’s meat, gathered broken f*cking self, news papers with irrelevant information I was anyways intended to burn with my penetrating doubts.
The world is going to be seasick, afloat in purple waters, tying luck to friends and maybes to religions, when the cheesecake’s got sour from days sun in and out fishing for clues of how this wonderful life continues.
Dubai wannabe Honk Kong wannabe Honolulu wannabe previous Honolulu don’t wannabe anything else but some shells drifting on safe shores of higher tides and fewer doubts about whether I love you or hate you my ever-rising beaches.
The party on Easter Island, never seems to fade..
But the pages of history..
Well, are not at all, but humanity keeps on arguing about who’s dead.
Gone strolling with a bunch of domesticated ducklings, they always lead to a fair stamping ground..
