Burçin

"Gittiğim yerde sonunda ölünmüyor" diyorum yanından geçtiğim insanlara ama inanmıyorlar. Ölünmüyor işte, ölmeyeceğim. Öldüğümü sanıp ölmeyeceğime inanmışlığıma üzülecekler ama ölmeyeceğim.

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Neler olacağını çok iyi bilen bir deste akbaba ile eve çıktım, neredeyse her şeyi beraber yapıyoruz. Bazen evde yoklarmışçasına çıplak dolaşıyorum, çok uzun sürmediği takdirde aldırmıyorlar.

Sırf gömülmenin nezaket dışı olduğunu düşündüğüm için günün birinde leşimi yiyecekler, ve evi kapatıp beni rastgele bir asfalta yahut kayalığa bırakacaklar. Şanslı isem orada tanıdık bir veya birkaç yüze rastlayacak, biraz laflayacak, ve sonra tekrar görüşmek üzere yanlarından ayrılıp, -eğer henüz gidememişsem- Şili'ye gideceğim.

Öldüğümü sanacaklar ama ben yalnızca Şili'ye gideceğim.

Bence de Kerouac, bence de koç, ÇAK!

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

He'll Never Be Free Of Me

"Muhtemelen ben buradan ayrıldıktan sonra bir daha hiç karşılaşmayacağız."

"Muhtemelen."

"(Çok kalbimi kıracak ama)Güzel aslında, birbirimizden sıkılma fırsatımız olmayacak hiç, birbirimizden nefret etme şansımız yok. İkimize dair her şey bu gece olduğu gibi, güncellenmeden kalacak. Sen, becerebilirsen eğer, seksen yaşına geldiğinde, beni 23 yaşımda saçımı yeni kestirdiğim günkü halimle hatırlayacaksın. Asla yaşlanmayacağım, ve seninle birlikte öleceğim. Benimle gelecek olan 'sen' de senin bu geceki suretine sahip olacak. Dağınık saçlarına karışmış özensiz güzel sakallarına, ve kaygan sırtına. Gün gelecek ben senden daha yaşlı olacağım. Benimle birlikte öleceksin."


Bir gecede ve bir masada doğa kanunlarını değiştirdik. Nanik.


"Çok güzelsin!"
"Sen de."

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"Büyülendim sanırım..."



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"Artık tescillemiş olduk sanırım; seni hep o köşedeki masanın üzerinde hatırlayacağım, ve bu yüzden muhtemelen hep seveceğim." dedi adam, demeseydi iyiydi.



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Seni çok seviyorum. Çok özlüyorum.


Da kendime saklıyorum artık.

Daaaaaaamn, I can write books about men when they're gone.

To be written.

Stays For a Day

Kedi tarafımın bitip köpek tarafımın başladığı noktayı bir türlü görememek... nerde olm bu nokta, nerde lan.



Referans : Du bi du bi du

Tamamdır: Masalanın dayanılmaz turuncsu

RMZN says :
resmen hintli oldum

Yüce Ferhan Hazretleri

"siz bir dinamitsiniz
ki koynumuza sokulamaz
el yakıyor gözleriniz"


aa böyle yapma ama.

Çünküsünün Ardına Saklanmak

Çükünün ardına saklanmak gibi.

"Gittim," derim ben de.

"Bana kimse gitme demedi çünkü."

Niye?

Çok eskiden var olmuş şu adamın kalp kırıklığını nihayet anlamak da varmış.

"Vay be," diyip durdu gençliği önünden geçerken adam.

Vay be.

<3

Have you seen my childhood?

So long, Peter Pan.






































Catch you in Neverland.

Partiden Sıkılanlar.

Hi, vulture.


Reference





(Mousepad & Old pal Paint.)

Hep geç kalıyosun

Sorgulayalım : 'değer'


-pff-


İç ses : "Git kendine mutlu olucak başka bir yer ara. Çabuk çabuk çabuk."


rpvydwkcgfewtv3186

You never die in Neverland.

5 days ago the world succeeded in corrupting Neverland, eventually(as they know it), leaving me wishing I could say somebody's gone for good. Then they expect -some of- us to be pleased with whatever the heck we're all doing here.

Then they expect me to shut my mouth when I say that this very place is the kingdom of men, not of gods.

I'm amazed how good men are at killing. I'm amazed how fast I'm running out of reason.

Eureka vol.2

Everything is illuminated


-now.

Delta Charlie Delta

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Teraslar daha bir soğuktur.

"alsan ya
beni" diyor yavaştan
baksana
ne güzel duruyorduk şimdi ne gerek
sen gerek ben engerek
en gerekli olan hep zamansızlık - iken
seni alırsam benim olursun
benim olursan zzzehir
zzzıkkım - yazık
değil mi sana ne güzelsin çünkü
e şimdi - biz seni
almasak da mı saklasak
bilemedim

Baby, it's cold outside.

That was
the day I walked down the you-coast
you costs
a lot you know.
it's that - oooh
yoouu - give me thrills
Aaaay - I
the more I love the more
I lose and
the more I lose the less I love I didn't
see it coming
or did I?
afterall,
"ignorance
was
paradise."


for you i made eight marbles
which I fired eight times

But then I thought

"Love me less - but love me a long time."

Amour

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Eureka!

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Söyleyecek hiçbir şeyim yok lütfen biri şu ışığı kapasın! Tanrı, seni sapık, seni sadist ruh hastası!

21 tane

İyi ki doğdun çocuk. ♥

Some mute inglorious humanflake here may rest.

The terror in you is intolerably flawless this time, it smells like swan shit (much worse than your fake passion), nothing like giraffes, what's more amusing than a giraffe anyway, suck giraffes, fuck swans, fuck me, fuck you, fuckeverythingaroundyou, nolookingnotalkingnostrokingnocuddlingnonothing, offit, thereyougo, mmmsogoood!

Kötü Haber

-Bu hayat böyle gidicek
-Gerçekten mi?
-Evet

Ayna Önünde Danslar Vardı

La-la-la-la-laaa, kapris, kapris,
La-la-la-la-LAAA, kızamık, kızamık
La-la-la-LA-LAAAAA
LA LA LAAA

Asansör

RMZN:
ya kadın hiç ses çıkarmadan
RMZN:
normal bi şekilde duruyo
RMZN:
sadece gözünden yaş dökülüyo
RMZN:
hıçkırsa filan anlıcam da bu çok acıklı oluyo
B.:
evet
RMZN:
görüntüsü inanılmaz vicdan azabı yaşatıyo insana
RMZN:
çiko gibi

Multiple Personality Disorder

RMZN:
iyi bakalım
Ahmet:
pazar istanbula geliyorum uçakla

(littlepause)

Ahmet:
oha sen de mi uçakla geliyosun hangi firmayla?
RMZN:
..

Okuduğunu Anlama

RMZN:
birileri türkiyede büyüme kararı aldı yazmış
RMZN:
muhtemelen bunlar büyümeye karar verdi

Sshh - Listen.

Another approach to the nations

B.:
rusları durdurmalı mıyız yoksa müttefik mi almalıyız bilemiyorum
aytek:
bu denklemde kubali = pot
aytek:
kafa = head

The loose bond between Englishmen and the complex organisms in space .

aytek:
o yuzden ingilizler kalakaldi ufacik adada
aytek:
tum kraliyet ailesi birbirini dutuyor

My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead

"[P]asser mortuus est meae puellae,/passer, deliciae meae puellae,/quem plus illa oculis suis amabit"




Passer pipiabat.

Freddy vs Lexus

"This girl was named Lexus"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, but she looked like a Buick!"

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Kerem Tuzcuoglu (Boğaziçi University) wrote
at 11:31pm on September 21st, 2008
olm fredi'nin kabusundaki adam benzemişsin lan :))

Gürkan Sönmez (Boğaziçi University) wrote
at 11:50pm on September 21st, 2008
fredi yani?

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Mama stole my farewell show.

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Get me away from here I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free

You Bastard.

Saykokilır, kesköse.

At Least Sounds Are Distracting

"I'll be right back fellas" said the girl, handing the dog's toy to the boy sitting next to her at the table, and got up.

The barbeque crowd went on bantering and chuckling and chortling and making all the possible funny noises as she walked away to the shore. There, the boy sat on the rock throwing chips into the water as if there was any fish to feed. She had foreseen the scene. She loved his predictableness, it was smooth and easy like cutting a sweet mellow melon. She wondered in what other languages of the humankind those two words sounded alike. She already knew two - one in the beginnings, the other at the ends. She had just turned into six.

"Hey," he bumbled, "how's you doing?" He had sensed her coming.

"Hey yourself, marvelous times - I'm having the best days of my life."

"Are ye?" Not all the question marks turned slight reactions into real questions. Neither did this one.

"Mm-hmm," confirmed she anyway pseudly.

She dawdled and swayed as she approached, pretending she was interested in the little blind fruit flies flying around. Oh how she loved tongue twisters.

"We both know that you will eventually come sit your ass next to me and start staring at my beer WHICH you know DAMN well I'll share, so quit playing around and catch the train before I bottom it up woman!"

He liked her predictableness. It eased his life, since he had lost interest in receiving excitement from familiar faces and places - things, overall - a long time ago. He had just turned into nine.

She rolled her eyes, and followed the routine almost as written: walked down to the rock on which he was sitting, sat right next to him, and stared at his face. He tossed the bottle, she grabbed it with her short fingers and took a sip.

"So, I reckon you were about to wise-ass about life again" he re-started, throwing one of the chips that he just broke into four into the water. Looking at the thing you seem to be occupied with but not the girl in these kind of conversations was the first rule of being cool.

"Nope, on the contrary, I'm now growing up and life is just getting better and better each day, you are three years older than me, you know better, like daddys cheat and do other stupid things that cause them go bankrupt, and mommys lose one eye working their asses off to rescue the family - crying too much helps too - perhaps, anyway, teenage sisters attempt their first suicide, and only then you start dreaming her dying in various disturbing ways every night, meanwhile you realize you're actually useless - because it's time to, you're at that age now, and so on. Aaand, as everything's just as should be, I have nothing to talk about life now. In fact, it's time we upgrade our conversations."

She took another sip, pretending she was interested in what's written on the beer bottle.

He threw another piece of chip, using effort, bot not as much as could make it seem like an awkward overreaction. Natural rebelliousness was the second rule of being cool.

"Yyyyeeeaah, lllife is goooooood."

Kenan Doğulu

It ain't what the moon did.

And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel some place,
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on an
Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers
And goodnight to Mathilda, too


It's good to borrow if you got something better to say 'bout it.

Yarrah var yin mi?

Toys

Hayır

Evet

Little Boxes

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

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Waiting to Exhale : U-Turn

"You know what inspiration is? It's someone who lets you know life will go on and something beautiful can be waiting.. waiting when you least expected it."

Do it again, why did you stop?


I'm not dying yet, I know I'm not. See there are no vultures circling above me, you know, that's how you realize you're dying. Like stars and ants to north, vultures to death. No better sign of death than vultures. Diiirrty wise vultures. When you see them circling above, that's no serenade, no not at all.

(Sweetheart, where do we go when we die?)

Well, that makes it; flesh to the vultures and bones to the asphalt. Go tell those suckers that keep praying for heaven. Tell them there's no such thing. You go to vultures, and the asphalt. Now you tell me, what if the vultures shit on the asphalt?

(That means.. in the end we completely are going to the asphalts?)

Voila! Asphalts are full of dead men, beautiful. Graveyards are mock. Go tell the pilgrims.

(You don't believe in nothing do you?)



I could believe in you, why did you stop?

18.06.08 - 11:03pm

Come on, there's no use of insisting when you find out that all is a bore. Some's done well, some the opposite, much ventured, many gained, oh special thanks, but you got worn out by the losses didn't you. Don't question the marks, the test is already done, face this : you are human.

Kafkasya Kronikıls

-Şerefsiz herif, ülkesi savaşa girdi hala oturup Olimpiyat geçişlerini izliyor.
-Putin başbakan olm, cumhurbaşkanı ilgileniyor onlarla.
-Putin'de de ne vücut var hymmmymnh
-Burçin..
-Beğendiğimden değil de
-Burçin?!
-Rusya Gürcistan'a girdi.
-Arçille Şota nerde lan

Kehkeh

-Nuh dedi peygamber demedi.
-Nuh dedi peygamber devesi.


-..maraton, uzun atlama, 400 engelli
-300 spartalı

3.6.07 - 4:41am

The ghost flew up off my cigarette, making its way to the window, and under the most ironic illusion of the universe, it became your face. Love had never been that perverted. I had never felt that disturbed. And with my slightest touch, my friend, you had never been that 'gone'.






The last dragonfly was crystal blue.