http://www.last.fm/user/braininpain

 

 

niye bloguma dayayamıyorum. şunu dinlerime mesela dinler misiniz diye bi düüme olmasını… kızım, fas’a dooru tünel açtı köfte öukurunda, demek ki durmalıyız.

 

demek ki widget eklicem.

hmm…

 güzel. loop’a girdim yine.

 

http://www.last.fm/user/braininpain

now that we are almost clear

let’s re-rise our sins:

 

seven things could be anonymously the ones that we love.

biz sevenler olabiliriz.

 

“tell me right now what i am thinking for christ’s sake ” diye bağırınıp

aslında hiçbirşeyi paylaşmadığımızı anlayabiliriz.

hava gerçek kadar ağır.

ve gerçek ağır kadar ellerimizde olabilir.

 

 

5th of the things,

we need a fact.

the fact.

the fact is

we don’t know anymore

what we used to feel.

while we felt

is (was) just only a knowledge of how things might be.

 

1st of all we might say. (after/hence)  all those speechless days and mindless feelings.

someone should somehow remember.

 

 

is that what you WERE to say?

word count said before these. 111.

some words are even more useless, when used in inappropriate forms.

like old books with burnt pages.

 

tom waits used to sing.  yet being  one of his best songs, revised by all means by this little lady. the green grass. somehow all the world “was” green.

 

 

so we close the book. some_ how we used to do.

it is not a right time to miss you 

diyerek telefona sarılmalar.

tuhaf beyefendi sesleri.

 

 

 

what will happen the worst shall happen the first.

 

 

with a purr.

bi evvelkine dahil olanlara:

iyi oldu, vaz geçirdiniz beni iphone sevdamdan. hak ettim diyodum, hak etmemişim, iki ciğersize vermek içinmiş. ciğerinizi sökeyim, iphone ile yaşayın.

 

iyi mi oldu lan, bi yumruk savurdum, ik yemişim farkında varmadan. iki yemişim. ikişerden yesem alayınızı.

 

sayenizde tüm mail şifrelerimi filan deiştirdim. tek aç sizmişsiniz dedim bu işsizlikte.

ayılttınız olm beni. yüzleriniz nal gibi ayna suratımda.

 

benden aldığınız herşey için, size mi girrsin sizden mi çıksın demem lazım bilemiyorum.

 

anayınızı bacıyınızı desem türkçe mi diye sorarsınız.

nece desem bilmiyorum.

 

anne anneniz var ise oradan başlayıp,

tanrıyı unuttuğunuz yerde kedi maması yapıyorum bizi.

 

afiyet olsun size. size böyle methiye düzen bi adam bulun.

gelin bi daha çalın bendekileri.

 

http://elenakalis.carbonmade.com/

tanıdık gelio di mi.

( • I O ):

 bloga dün yazdıım şeyi koymuşsun

 honored

 teşekkür ederim

___:

 rica ederim dead

 dear yazcakdım lan

 oha

 böle de sapma olmaz ki

 dead dedim adama

 özür dilerim

( • I O ):

 you kill me with each letter.

___:

=D 

( • I O ):

=D  

___:

 ay asıl şimdi sen beni öldürdün

 çok şairane

( • I O ):

 hadde len

___:

 ehehehehehe

( • I O ):

 it is easy to kill a dear with one letter

 bu şairane.

 kill a dear with one letter.

 ohşk.

___:

 got that no worries

( • I O ):

 then go f.ck yourself with bad horses

 cos you know horses are bad people

 

=D

geez i adore good friends.

and for the quote, on bad horses, the other good friendo los amigos.

türkçe karakterim diil. demiştim demiştim yine derim.

and yes. turkish is all funny in all ways. as yet language itself  is.

ne yani. azerice komik mi sizce? çok daha naif türkçe’den. üstelik türkçe de azericeye göre hayli komik ve hadilan lık.

http://ozaramizdi.uni.cc/

”

brain 
adlı mövzu başlığı hələlik yoxdur. 

lakin əlimizdə oxşarfason bunlar var, bəlkə işinə yaradı : 
1 barış manço 
2 baron 

“

this is where it ends. as it begins.

experimentally- mental experiments.

hours after this, i’ll be punch drunk forgotten off mind mindless fool again.

and again. maybe this time. it will end.

so should be read all backwards.

hence this is all again where it begins.

so should be read all backwards.

eli cebinde

eli aklındaki cepte

aklı cebine kaçmış tiplerin

tiplerini siktimini cibininde.

 

çıkmadım aksine tüm gün

günün aksine devran devrildi.

sonra bir nefes aman ne enfes. şimdi öpücük dolu geldim küçücük.

 

cebi bilene aklı elinde.

eli aklında olana cebini yoklana

yok ile akıl aynı cümleye tezahür buyursun.

el yok ola

cep yok ola.

öpücükler var ola.

sessizlikler çokla şokomela.

klavye,

kalem defter kadar içten değil.

yine de deneyeceğim şimdi yine yeniden.

 

i should not be. not at all. nat you not even me. not even time and things happen hence or worse or best the otherwise in time.

in time.

i won’t.

you’ll be.

things around you. shall be.

time you’re in. shall be better.

i don’t. want to be. hence the fact itis the best alternative: though as by free will. i would like to be.

re-inventing the time itself.

the us in it.

the time that lies within ‘the us’.

i am not.

i can not see myself in time. i am a begger. a big time liar. a bed time sleeper. a nontime thinker. a full  time worker. a must time lover.

those times are not asking me to be in within.

the time is not asking itself: it is, or it is not the time.

i am

not anybody’s

good and right

time.

i am not.

 

___

gözümdeki fotografların: camera obscura tepetaklat halleri. zamanında kötüymüştük. hani neredeyiz şimdi?

geçelim. efendim?

geçelim?

balkona bi çıkalım ne dersiniz? belki göbeğimize martılar işer de posasını çıkarırız.

nerede kalemim defterim?

nerede okumasını umduğum yüzler göözler. 

gözlerce yüz. binlerce surat. buyrun benim.

ben, değilim.

eğileyim büküleyim. iyi geceler dileyeyim.

ithaf edeyim koca bi boşluğa şimdi.

all those yesterdays. and again and again.

with all the most kindest intentions of the possibilities of loving these days back. when we are able to see.

 

and again… thank you for who ever you were.

i’ve never met you. and in time. you’ll never know me.

it’s snowing!

 

tralallalalallallalallalallallaALALLALALLA!

=)

i don’t get

why the people look at the sea

and see it is there

and with a perfectly (-ly being the almost) 

view of the sea

they don’t see

what they would or shoul.

elder ones come and see the crowd in between the neighborhood

closer come. see. they aint there.

why the f.cked up misery all the way?

_______

yea.

we are all miserable assholes.

why not differentiate in the way we become assholes and become a community of f.cked up parents childrens communities of assholes?

.

deal.

 

yağmur bana değil, yağması gereken yere yağdı.

ve sroar mıydım yağmur olsam yağacağım yere?

ilk defa denedim.

sormadan yağmak gerek.

yoksa yağmura bakarak, çorak görürüz herşeyi.

things concern only ‘the people’

the people love things

which they can not forget

can not give up on

things people do

concer them.

the thing is

the concern.

how much you

i

we

me

them they things

are invovlved within.

 

spellcheck. done.

meaningcheck.

none. again. agent toll reported.

istiyorum.

end of message.

but the league that i wouldn’t struggle within

 

thank you for at least being

the least of the meaning and hence for being there again.

 

the mountain questions the height as yet by coincidence

the ground asks of the seed.

 

my depth in you

is well drowned in the lack of the meaning of all sentences.

 

yet.

now. you’ re. gone.

 

now on,  i assume it is a well drifted idea

to write what’s playin’ as i’m writing.

which would mislead any reader to whatever the reader is feeleing after reading such sentences

or might help others to remember what the hell was being talked about:

as yet

morphine-the night

karate-sever.

yea these two =)

” What was once before you – an exciting, mysterious future – is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone’s experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone’s everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It’s yours. It is time for you to understand this.

Walk.

As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving – not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are…

Gone.”

syncdch

you’ll always drive nme mad. (have always?)

infact the very definition of madness lies in between your thoughtsyou’re a bed time story

in the best nightmares wel’ll have the kiss of worse.

we are an endless silence for those

who take loud for wisdom and clouds.

we admire the clouds

each being one but not another though.

 

you’ll always drive me mad

alcohol of the soul.

i would be always be mad as

everyone pretends to be a’hoy!.

 

yet madness has an end

though not to forget

by all means to remember the best

is the cure.

the sickness-the ill

begins wtih its definiton.

i’m well de-fined.

i’m fine wine =)

planning not to plan is the best plan.

uyurken uyanamazken.

uyuyamazken, uyku namazken.

dinsizin hakkından imansız,

ansızın aklından akılsız geçerken.

uyumalı. düşüşlere değil, dünleri yıkamalı bugünlerle. kırmızı kedilerin masmavi hayallerinin üşüştüğü uykulara.

‘cos al those redsterdays, are now the bluest ways of the cat =)

“Dont you think you oughtta rest?
Dont you think you oughtta lay you head down?
Dont you think you want to sleep?
Dont you think you oughtta lay your head down tonight? ”