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46. Narnia, the lying bitch in the whoredrobe.

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46. Narnia, the lying bitch in the whoredrobe.

When they sleep, eyes completely closed, off having little cat dreams of a life better or worse, when they want nothing, can be anywhere, but choose to be beside him, he smiles, smoking his pipe, drinking his wine, writing his stories, having his own dreams whilst awake.

45.I had the chance, finally, to sit and speak with my soul.

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45.I had the chance, finally, to sit and speak with my soul.

“Am I a slave?” I asked

44. Here is something I wrote, to feel better about feeling like the worst person in the world.

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44. Here is something I wrote, to feel better about feeling like the worst person in the world.

Searching for the love of my dead dog everywhere, never going to find it. I wonder what Ralph did in the small backyard to aid the pain in his anxious little heart? Grew a tumour. I like to think he worked a few things out. I feel like him now, waiting for me to come home, listening for the car to pull into the driveway, a release, a relief.

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43. Your ass is in the right place

I listen to these sober people, I listen to the discipline love sharers, the bliss salesman, they’re so oblivious to their own bullshit they generally believe it. So they want you to be sober with them, so you can be ignorant with them. They’re too busy healing to live. Learning about love to love. They can give their entire selves to a stupid fucking bongo but not a friend.

42. I put peanut butter on a cracker with a plastic knife and say, “Well, at least I have my health."

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42. I put peanut butter on a cracker with a plastic knife and say, “Well, at least I have my health."

Hi Riley, this is Evgenios from Airbnb Rose Bungalows, you’re not responding to Airbnb and we have to clean the house, are you guys, ok? We saw a lot of blood on bedsheets and pillows 🙏

41. Home is a feeling. The flow of life down an aligned spine

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41. Home is a feeling. The flow of life down an aligned spine

When you bridge the gap between your truth and your hope, you will find the truth is all you hoped for.

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40.The death of the writer

Everyone here, a slave to their freedom. Giving it labels of meaning. Me too… I am a writer. I am someone. We all just don’t want to work. We all just want someone to tell us that all this pain is worth it.

39. Coming to Bangkok from Varanasi it is difficult not to be pretentious.

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39. Coming to Bangkok from Varanasi it is difficult not to be pretentious.

Bangkok is like Varanasi for the west. A holy ground. A pilgrimage. Where instead of worshipping Shiva they worship Ronald McDonald.

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38.Varanasi; in the flames

Sitting at the crematorium, there's something about watching twelve bodies burn that makes you feel good.

37. Meditating on the sand in the holiest place of the world was alright.

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37. Meditating on the sand in the holiest place of the world was alright.

On the plane a lady kept resting her arm on mine; Indians must feel lost when their skin is not touching another’s. A super fat man was on the other side of the aisle, I find it farcical I have to pay $45 for an extra few kilos of luggage when such a man can steal space and weight free of charge.

36. I’m using you to work some stuff out, don’t take it personal

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36. I’m using you to work some stuff out, don’t take it personal

She rubs oil into my skin pathetically, we are both bored. She calls another lady, she walks in, looks very young, offers her services and I say no again, slightly more tempted. It’s nice to see your morals hold up in a town that does not have any. Anyone can be a good man in a strictly governed society, who is he, when he can be anyone?

35. It is hard to identify as a soul when the ego is the greatest poet alive.

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35. It is hard to identify as a soul when the ego is the greatest poet alive.

I'm tired of this cotton candy world making me feel insane because the little voice in my head wants to burn it down. Wants everyone to run around in circles in fear of their impending death. We all sit beside the truth without looking at it. Here’s my ego, the tough one talking of ego deaths of the past and how good they are, until its his turn. You are going to die buddy, that’s why you write, because you're so scared of it.

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46. Narnia, the lying bitch in the whoredrobe.

45.I had the chance, finally, to sit and speak with my soul.

44. Here is something I wrote, to feel better about feeling like the worst person in the world.

43. Your ass is in the right place

42. I put peanut butter on a cracker with a plastic knife and say, “Well, at least I have my health."

41. Home is a feeling. The flow of life down an aligned spine

40.The death of the writer

39. Coming to Bangkok from Varanasi it is difficult not to be pretentious.

38.Varanasi; in the flames

37. Meditating on the sand in the holiest place of the world was alright.

36. I’m using you to work some stuff out, don’t take it personal

35. It is hard to identify as a soul when the ego is the greatest poet alive.

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