a little dizzy today.

gillespie.

some devils around. and in my stomach.

some cats are in my mind.

bebop. bee bup.

___ says: (10:38:30 PM)
evet…etrafina huzur sacabilmek en onemlisi..herseyden once insan olabilmeli insan
___ says: (10:38:53 PM)
yep √. it is. so good that we are VARIOUS. not different

___says: (10:39:23 PM)
hmm sevdim bu lafı :)
___ says: (10:39:38 PM)
bende:)i wrote it down

linus. nietszche. school projection. substitution. whatever it was it is just hangin on my mistreatedsketcheswall still. nope. it is there =)

school times. charcoal dreams. easy to blur with finger with lucid perception.

projection—yea i am laughin too

retsina. reçine.

i think i have more than i need. i beleieve i shouldn’t have that.

the thing is.

“society.”

“if less is more, how’you’re keepimg score?” – eddie vedder

ok. this is my playground. i saw this stencil in 2000 at da school

“hiç, yoktan iyidir”

the derrida lost its

the

those days.

i believe i have more than i need. my dreeams have less than anything else. ———————–eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

i dream about a total nothing. till we have it all, nothing will be free

this is madness. i hate society. ihate to be disturbed by any being im the/DA society. girlfriend. family. manners. f.ckall. pictures. to face. to sur-face.

those were DA dayz. crazy indeed.

hope we are not lonely.

we.

lonely.

we is. to be with some other unbearable being again? why are WE so unbearable. way ayı olmalaır way. o neyse artık. çocukluk baki kalsın, olgunluğumuza dönmeye çalışalım. yerde mavi bi taş buldum ve ölene kadar başucumdan çıkarıp oynıcam onunla. yanımda kim uyursa uyusun. mavi rüyalar. yea it is in catalon. seneye 12me geri dönüorum. diştellerim sıkıştırıyo cierimi.

hope you’re not lonely.

these were not my points. but at least we made ’em.

“hope you’re not lonely/without me” – again eddie.

man.

hope we are as alone as any happy should be. let them be.

“he who makes a beast ofhimself / gets rid of the pain of being a man”

.with some jack black accent on hi-fidelity.

lets have some. divinity.dignity. any word ending with -ny and begin or end with d. deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

retina. retsina.reçine. now it is again notwist. but nut this time of any night or time of the year or night.

night is upon us. with some typography. as good as the wp template says we can do. thaaaat iiis to

overline.

you love yourself. please keep on doing it.

i admire things. thath don’t disturb the surround. and keep on being so admirable in an infamous but yet unknown way.

i admire. eye reecords. agent reported.

neden bitmiyo bu yazı?

society–eddie–into the wild.

i’m floating in you

as deep as we can be.

 

tired of not sleeping to you. in my silently wandering in and around your cushion. day milk, eye break. every pixel makes me dream. every bit and byte of info, i’m into your dream. i sleep to you. eye sleeps to your bits and pieces of you. in every lucid pixel, i perceive you. eye percieves what you dream. i am in you and you are red. you have read. bo_red, fi_red, ti_red.

eye sees all.

i says all.

huzurdan :)

million faces

zillion crowd

when did everything mean anything when they were not so funny at all.

i met a man today who thought a cat and nature would never agree, on anything at al.

the cat says the man is innaturable. the nature is hence in harmony. the cat the man says is an anarchist of it’s and nature’s nature.

naturally natural. and disagreeably agreable. its in it’s nature

i disagreed whilst i realized i agreed.

a

greed

.

why so afraid to be hated?

if things and some’s are to hate you, so shall be it.

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ilk doğan yaratığa ‘his sence nasıl bir şey?’ deseler.

‘senin gibi’

mi demeliyim?

bu güncenin arayüzünü derek punsalan ın foliage mod unu gördükten sonra modifiye ettim. sanırım mellon collie and the infinite sadness kalıcı bir denklem. bir tamlama.

hep mutsuzluğu çağrıştırmaz ya gri, o yeşilimsi siyahımsı foliage dan griye ve benim sağ yukarda çocuğa sallanan ifade, ve yukarıda o çocuğun sallandığı bitkimsi kalabalığın (of all the things i lost i miss my mind the most) un tipografik bir uygulamasını yaparken de aklımdan geçen şey buydu.

variations.

hatta yanımda bezelye * vardı. test drive da (skerler iyi oldu böyle) diyen wise man. ve diasastrato (autohide) ın da farkında olmadan etkisini geçemeyiz. duralım :

“Was der Leser auch kahn, das überlaB dem Leser”

– wittgenstein.

şimdi işte akıldakini zikretmenin kudreti yerli yerine oturdu.

gri gidip gelme ama stabilite rengi olsun. yaş kuru olsun sene 28 olsun. iki sekiz daha on olsun. on all the things i find, i like the infinite definition of time.

hep mutsuzken yazılası şeyler olmamalı ya. okutmak için de yazılmamalı ya.

ama işte şu güzel bi his.

şimdi gri anlamsız ama mutlu.

now that we are in it, let’s enjoy it.

gri kendi ve kendi kendiyle ama, sabah uyuşmuş omzu ve yanında mis kokan dudaklarla. kelimeler akla dair. keşfedildiklerinde.

and if there is to joy, there leads to a universe where joy is to us.

koklamaya gidiyorum şimdi. yatağım kadın düşlerim biz dolu.

gri mutlu. mavi.

anything we ask for to be better, becomes better if we less attend to ask but do and live.

no, the english in bold are not equavelent to these quotes, neither the turkish. this entry has many meanings in at most three languages.

“Wo Andre weitergehen, dort bleib ich stehn.”

-Wittgenstein

“

-…Ukalasınz da biraz…

– Öyleyim everet, peki neden ukalalığmı kabul etmiyorsunuz evenim? bişey içermisin?

-..!…?

-Öperim dudaaanızdan ona göre.

-.

– .

-. . –

–x

“

kupka jam session iyiydi tabi. yiidin hakkını vermek gerek. ama rock sound ile jazz + terkedilmiş vokal kafası pek olamayabliyomuş. (gülüm?)

üstü çizgili yazmak iyi bi not alma yöntemiymiş.italik de hem de =D

tık

i feel through time now.

i know before time was time, things were things.

definitions defined. time meant everything when it was not realized.

now it is in between its definition, and its existence.

“today is a tomorrow i worried about yesterday.”

this is another night
the night i see you again
another which i never thought i’d ever live
it is not our past that makes us ‘we’, “us”
it is our future “we”;
me
you

them
are never meant to realize

it is another night in which i’ll see you again

as the sea you are
as the “ünlem” i am in.

this wont be another night
in which we fall apart
but
neither we get together again

this is a night
which we’ll again want to unlearn
like that of the value which oysters don’t realize
like that of tthe cough that makes us think we should stop smoking
this is a night we are all born
and dead into the undefined sacrifice into it

the night is upon us
and this is another night
in which we try to define
resolve
refine

i saw you tonight
after a big big rest.

de-

fined

re-filed.

her su damlamız yine dökülmeli

ki akabilsin

akamadığında

havada bulabilsin kendini.

havadan karıştığında herşeye.

her şeyimiz

dinginliğimiz olabilsin.

the sea
.the valley.

“parmaklarını keşfettiğin günü unutamayacağımı
deklare etmek nefis bi an.”

1908-2008

sahi

2080’de de bi yüzyıl içiçigeçmiş olarak gelecek karşımıza. aniliğin planlanmışlığı. rastlantısallığın şaşırtıcı derecede güzel oluşu. sıradanlaığın karmaşası.

eski defterlerden. romantik era

”
Artık ne sen konuşmalısın ne başkası

yaşamak adına geçtik bütün değerleri

beyazın en orta yerinde duydu yürek

bir rüzgar tutmaz insanı uzun boylu

bu rüzgar serseri

şimdi kavramların ve rüzgarların cümle dışında

durdum

bekliyorum

gelme.

”

gülten akın – siyah beyaz -memed fuat türk şiir antolojisi

sağlıcakla. sollucakla.

rastlaşılamaayn her yeni tekilliğimizin eşsizliğinde. görüşmemek üzere.

in my dreams

i see voices

hear colors

when woke up. it’s a mad man’s nightmare i’m seeing.

these i realize are by instinct:

responsibility. confidence. loyalty. awareness. wisdom. respect.

any other may become a part of murphy’s law elements.

and what does murphy’s law say  about instinct?

world ain’t big enough

with the intention of running.

ain’t small for coincidences,

if there are meant to be any.

my world ain’t even big enough.

neither for me nor for you my love.

words; mean though,

are mean enough, though…

to collapse a hole

within a brand new one.

things got to me. i started o think like a thing now and then. i starred. things shined. thoughts dwelled. things got well now and then. got to thinking, didin’t love the surround noises, didn’t want to be interrupted by the public. had to find something or someone to get to love, and to be loved and spoiled, but thinking on it would’nt overcome the issue. things sucked now and then. i sucked. thinking of sucking sucked. life sucked. the hole life out of us.

i’m still. still life. i’m life that i wish no one would live in me. i’m someone elses life and dream and wanna tell that someone else there’s nothing special about this. that someone else is my thoughts, my things, my obsession. but there’s nothing special with that too.

i’m yet. and yet but not. i could laugh myself out like a toy. i liked all toys. not myself being a toy.

i fooled myself yesterday through a genious’s mind. geniousity. i fooled thath genious was no special. no fool was ever special like that genious’s being non-special.

i read these words then:

” the glass is neither half full, nor half empty. it is twice as big as it has to be. ”

then things stopped. glass broke and bunny rabbits came out of it. water was still. and yet. shaped. sharp. shock.