uyuyordum. sahiden. rüyamda cakiodu baterileri caliodu melodie nelson lari
remember a day…
ulen tilky…neyse uyandik buyrun

….

ahaa buyuramadiniz. rüyamdaki parça evet
“remember a day – pink floyd”
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onun yerine bu varmis
kulaklariniza agiz muamelesi
sondaki tezahüratin hangi takima ait oldugunu yilini da biliyorum . evereeeettt. ve fakat afiyet olsun.

ok
this was supposed to be :

“remember a day” from “pink floyd”
radioblog thingie ain’t have it

so keep chilled with the brit soccer fans temping in the end
both have that mood

get your backup brains out now

lonesome is another boring form of freedom.

when you are _
what you are really,
you are almost free to do anything you’ll ever want to do. but it takes the will to do it.
“that ambition. that focus and decisiveness.” ( most say ofcourse ¿  . | •)

(now here see how ‘you’ transforms into a ‘preferrable being’.(yea it s.cks)
most literature lovers and bohemians may like this.
i don’t know if i like it or not. it’s just an anagram. a provoke. a promote. ( . | • ) )

is that really; why when you’re alone you are almost irresponsible to anyone, anything to do what the f.ck ever you want to do…?….
you just have to decide; you have that will to or not do it…

which is boring.

so when alone, we can do almost anything; which are boring and which we are almost free to do but we almost do those things.
meaning we don’t.
and we have the right to choose
not DOING it.
meaning we won’t.

so when we are free.
we are bored enough to live and do it alone.

which sounds c o m f o r t i n g.

“doing nothing is still doing something
since you’re doing it”

you me we they i eye

best way to gain experience
experiment. ex peri mental.

best way to see
is choosing not to see

most ways to realize
that it ain’t real

“i’ll keep diggin’
till i feel something.”

yine her yerde bisii var

biseyler biseyler..

masallar
karamasallar karamsamalar karabasanlar karabasma yara yaparlar
misaller emsaller temsiller

mish gibiler
obushu mishtilar

türkçe karakter mi dediniz–benim karakterime uygun degil turkçe üzgünüm

hangi dilde karaktersiniz?
baska dil bilmeden karaktersizinizim emrinize amade.

a’las
things are fuckin’ changin’

yine her yerde bisii var

biseyler biseyler..

masallar
karamasallar karamsamalar karabasanlar karabasma yara yaparlar
misaller emsaller temsiller

mish gibiler
obushu mishtilar

türkçe karakter mi dediniz–benim karakterime uygun degil turkçe üzgünüm

hangi dilde karaktersiniz?
baska dil bilmeden karaktersizinizim emrinize amade.

a’las
things are fuckin’ changin’

:: :: says: (11:01:50 AM)
and nothing will make me feeel better if this time stamp fades out quicker
:: :: says: (11:01:56 AM)
which won’t
:: :: says: (11:02:02 AM)
so i need to cool down
:: :: says: (11:02:07 AM)
to speed up the time

:: :: says: (11:01:50 AM)
and nothing will make me feeel better if this time stamp fades out quicker
:: :: says: (11:01:56 AM)
which won’t
:: :: says: (11:02:02 AM)
so i need to cool down
:: :: says: (11:02:07 AM)
to speed up the time

i

hangisi daha zor bilemiyorm

birakmak mi aniden herseyi
seni beni bizi
yenilmek mi talihe, talihsizlige
veni, vidi, vici

yoksa ayrilamamak mi

ayrilmak mi zor senden
yoksa senin;
aklimdaki hayalinden mi

herseyin içinde bir sen bir ben var
bir biz yok o herseyin
ne içinde ne disinda
herseyin içine girip
bosaliverecek kadar bikkin bir mastürbasyon bu aslinda
yanarken içim
ve sogukken seçimlerin
tercihlerinin içinde bir
ben – siz -lik

ürkütüyor oluslarin
dokunussuz birakmasaydin ya biz-i

kimse silemeyecek
su
gözümdeki
izi

silmek de istemiyorum
biz-i

çok severdim      b e n       s  i   z      i

ne yani

satirlar daha mi iyiydi sana bahfledilenden
yoksa araliklari miydi etkilenmedigin

06 ayirmisti git demisti

6 tane üçyüzaltmisbes bir yana
06 bitti 60 hüzne gebelikle

satirlar mi

hatir lar misin
uyandiginda gördügüm
bir kum tanesi bile olabilirdi

orada olmasaydin

hayal etmistim “bile” belki seni

hayal  | etin | tenin

“bile bile” hem de
satir aralarindan siritan
kilishlar

kalishlar

nerede degilsen

orayi özle o zaman

kizginligim kimseye
kizginim sensiz olan
kimsesizlige
siz lige hanimefendi evet
|
pain had too much to do with me
i just kissed her goodbye
and let her go

”
Born like this

Into this

As the chalk faces smile

As Mrs. Death laughs

As the elevators break

As political landscapes dissolve

As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree

As the oily fish spit out their oily prey

As the sun is masked

We are

Born like this

Into this

Into these carefully mad wars

Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness

Into bars where people no longer speak to each other

Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings

Born into this

Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die

Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty

Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed

Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes

Born into this

Walking and living through this

Dying because of this

Muted because of this

Castrated

Debauched

Disinherited

Because of this

Fooled by this

Used by this

Pissed on by this

Made crazy and sick by this

Made violent

Made inhuman

By this

The heart is blackened

The fingers reach for the throat

The gun

The knife

The bomb

The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god

The fingers reach for the bottle

The pill

The powder

We are born into this sorrowful deadliness

We are born into a government 60 years in debt

That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt

And the banks will burn

Money will be useless

There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets

It will be guns and roving mobs

Land will be useless

Food will become a diminishing return

Nuclear power will be taken over by the many

Explosions will continually shake the earth

Radiated robot men will stalk each other

The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms

Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground

The sun will not be seen and it will always be night

Trees will die

All vegetation will die

Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men

The sea will be poisoned

The lakes and rivers will vanish

Rain will be the new gold

The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind

The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases

And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition

The petering out of supplies

The natural effect of general decay

And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard

Born out of that.

The sun still hidden there

Awaiting the next chapter.

”

_________

one says it all

all hears it once

liquified romanticisim

with a high drive neutralism

my mind
out of the dizzy land

long live chinaski

never suffer alter-ego

leaving things to luck :: is not making them by chance

by accident :: we create

by conscious state of mind :: we control

and by thinking of what is done

::

we lose
:. _

acci_dental :: brush
flush it all out

mental care takes a tube of dentists
mixed with wine and wind

catirdayan govde bi pamuk altinda salinimda bulunma hissi ( iplik, pamuga da kureye de degmiyor) kuresel bi et parcasi ustune cakili 5 kazik ve her yonden mevcut ignelerin, ritmik – aritmik dokunuslar (arka-dash + d_ost ) cizim kursun kalem komur ve sigara komuru renk\\ akrilik e tabikik simg merc tolg denz

a not her

avatar

she is not the

one

sanirim hersey normale donebilir
eger gercekten de gercek ve anormal varsa

o zaman tum varsayimlarimizi yok edebiliriz di mi?

cunku o

harika
biseydi

yine on line

gimme one more line the hangman cried the hang man lined up and found nice sweaters over his shoulders. and also on which there were written ” roght ” and ” wring ” hangisi peki pazar günlerinin keyifsiz mi yoksa gereksiz mi olduguna karar veremeden, kendi kendinelerle yeniden ve yenilenemeden uykuya yenilip piknik sepetinne mi çevirmek kafayi?

hosgeldiniz? vallahi ben de özlemisim ne yalan söyleyeyim..

ne yalan söyleyeyim bilir misiniz, herhengi bir tane bile olabilirdi, fakat o kadar kirildim ki yalan soylenmesinden bana, tercih ettiginiz bir tane varsa, hemen onu soyleyebilirim mesela niye öldünüz sayin J.D.?
veya ne de güzel iste herseyi kimseye degisken muamelesi yapmamak, shu hani nefes alip verirken yanibasimizdan akip geçiveren tiktaklar var ya, her kimsenin, her kimse olusu ile ilgilenip tamam kafa karisir shuna inanirsak eger, her bir digerinin, bir diger olusu, kendisiyle basbasa kaldiginda, evet olmusum, deme sebebidir.

o zaman suna haydi haydi inaniriz. gerçek korku yoktur.

yapmaktan bahsetmek, korkunun ta kendisi bile olamaz. Yapabilecegini bilip de yapmamasi kisinin , o korkudandir. engel, sadece bize mahsus. durmak, mesela, bir yol kenarinda dikilip durmak veya bir agacin dalinda tünemis durmak arasindaki fark da, iste birbirine bakan iki seyin, birbirlerini anlamasiyla, ileriye gidemediklerini gormesiyle ilgi alakali olsa gerek..

ve simdi

every other , as being one, is other than being any.