Yasas!

the water is clear and blue for miles, the beach littered with thatched umbrellas and beach beds. and bodies everywhere! chiselled or not, curvey, lumpy or stick like. its like everybody is here, from all over the world, all the different types. and in the 5 o' clock sun, the part starts, with the loudest bass thumping, cheese music, and people still drunk from breakfast get everywhere, unto the bar, tables, or any space available and they dance. the perfectly tanned model like women who scream incessantly and randomly, the crazy italians gonig around trying to get everyone drunk, the bby boomers with their old skin that gets completely underplayed by their youth. and then the random guy in the silver thong that cuts so deep into his ass i cant imagine how it must not hurt, but then he turns around and hes stuffed his schlong into a tube thats attached to what looks like an elephants face on his crotch. and he somehow is in possession of a mike and keeps saying the most wise things like "open your mind! open your pussy!" yeah, grecian oracle alright. and i sit in the sun, in my itty bitty bares and stare up in the blue sky as plane passes overhead, and i cant help but feel like im one of those eurotrashpop mtv videos from the late 90's. life is good.

here the morning is a lame excuse to get over hangovers, and then mykonos gets primal. women throwing their sexuality around in way thats would give a feminist a tumor, and the men like they can get everything and anything, prowling around for the women in the smallest bits of clothing, or whatever else if they get rejected. and homosexuality everywhere and no one gives a shit. its true, and shallow and deep and so much life. beauty in everyone and everything. parts of me want to give up acaemdemia, this seems like a fuller life. come here, be a waitress by day, go go dancer by night, live in the sun with the beach in my backyard. this must be what is must mean to be content.

good times, man.
we all deserve them.