['_'] Blue Magenta

ms. pui

2008-09-27T02:55:00.008+03:00

she likes fruity pebbles for breakfast and a cup of naked milk. breath inside a good feeling, hiccups! dive into the river. I never dived into a river. All comes, what my eye seas. extend a corner, unsharp, all your pleases. she likes fruity loops for our song, lunch and dinner. waves hitting the door twice, bring her a hollow spoon. zoom in for more sensibility.

tickle the images around you.
once in a while, they burst into laughter.

Uçuş Korkusu "Fear of Flight"

2008-06-08T21:50:00.013+03:00

Karalama II. sergisi "Uçuş Korkusu",
13 Haziran 2008 Cuma 19:19'da Daralan'da açılıyor.

Beklerim.
I'll be over there,
on a wall, falling.
thank you.

http://karalamadergi.blogspot.com

Angebra on Supermatch* Vote!

2008-04-29T13:48:00.008+03:00

My dear Moji Angebra is on war at Mojizu*
So if you feel like it and want to show your love
vote for her!

follow this link login
and vote for the dear angelic bunny girl***

little cloud

2008-02-29T04:30:00.001+02:00

When I was a little girl, I asked my mom about the clouds. She said they were made of cigarette smoke. I still believe that. I still smoke.

313

2008-02-28T05:32:00.001+02:00

wish for the best, expect the worst. wish for the worst expect the best. wish for the best, expect the best. wish for the worst, expect the worst. I'm glad, these sentences never meant anything to me.

navy blau

2008-02-27T04:54:00.000+02:00

I found this navy blue pencil hiding inside my big fat blackholed pencil case. It says made in Germany on it. I just felt like it felt neglected, somehow. -I don't like colored pencils very much. I donno why, maybe something about my elementary school memories (oh those red pencils, always breaks inside, damn you!) or I just find them spoilt or too clean and easy. But I love them anyway if they are in their box, side by side like a rainbow, untouched, smelling virgin in every way.- Anyway, this blue one seemed very cute to me although It was probably half sized and had a nasty tip. I sharpened It gently, slowly and respectfully. I gave him another chance. I think everybody needs another chance but the politicians. they are my red pencils.

happy all dings

2008-02-26T06:13:00.000+02:00

make a wish. wash the dish. like or not, you are my fish.

my fav font type is

2008-02-25T04:13:00.001+02:00

Georgia. But usually I feel so alone about this, so I pretend something else. While typing with sans serif, I secretly adore the one two there next to each other. This might be my biggest secret.

home sweet

2008-02-24T03:20:00.001+02:00

Our house is not in the middle of our street. Actually I really think our house should not be here where it is. Not in the winter, not when I need to go to the market, not when I were a kid back then.. When you buy a house you generally pay a lot. In that case, I would like to carry my house with me, please. You spend all your money, life savings, collage fond of your future kids and it doesn't do any tricks either? It may break down?! and bum* you loose it. It may burn* and again bum*. Actually choose your disaster, a flood? tornado? alien invasion? a volcano? you also loose everything you place inside. I think nowadays houses are just jokes. Even the candy house had a real purpose in this life and probably stayed up happily ever after, forever...

homy home humm hmm*

it's ok.

2008-02-23T22:23:00.003+02:00

and he came to me with the loneliest feeling. said "hi" asked how am I doing. I said "this and that" he numbed. I said "it's ok. welcome to a healthy life."

eat an apple when you get up,
coffee is the new enemy.

straws

2008-02-22T22:30:00.003+02:00

my scanner is broken. my cam is useless. my mind is blurred. today you take care of yourself. I can think of nothing and the world never listen to me.

tell me tell me tell me;
or else.

all the lazy dykes

2008-02-21T23:55:00.000+02:00

There are songs that I like, songs that make my day, songs randomly play on the radio and surprise me, songs stuck inside my head and drive me crazy, songs I sing in the shower, while cooking or in my dreams. There are songs good for eurovision, best for holidays and cool to listen while working, writing and drawing. Some songs are made of bees and some are made of butterflies. I don't like butterflies much. I like ladybugs and green bugs with not too many eyes. There are songs which we both like and songs to chill. There are songs to play and songs to cheer. There are songs that I only like their lyrics.

but do we have a song?
let's have a song.

travela

2008-02-21T23:08:00.000+02:00

there is something funny inside my bubbly soda. tickles my nose.

btw;
I don't like puppets.
I like demons.

mountain girl

2008-02-21T22:43:00.000+02:00

those big smart windy hills, sugar on top; she comes from the silver mountains. i remember her dress, covered with snowflakes now she hates the taste of cornflakes and only cares about her tulippa*

I think all tulips are dutch,
no matter what istanbul remembers.

there is a bug in my soup

2008-02-20T23:28:00.001+02:00

with her possessed eyes she looked at me and shouted! "waiter!". now "what?" I thought.

I have been working in this mess since I knew myself and here everyday is the same day. It's like living inside a stuck elevator and the elevator is an actual time machine. you know the feeling "geeez". ran between the white table clothings and extremely old fashioned ties and shoe laces and reached her destiny. "yes maam, how may I help you?" she got up, suddenly I was inside her huge blubby eyes and she said again "waiter!". and I said "yes mrs.leggo, what is it?" wooo; she kissed me. she definitely used the tongue. oh! that tongue. you would never want to know. I stood there and dropped couple of tears. in between the huge salty lips I mumbled "I guess you enjoyed your fly soup mrs.leggo?" after sucking up my soul completely, she replied. "this is better than the best, thank you chuck!"

I returned to my point. and that was a random day at the meal o frogg's. where there is always a bug on your face.

"geeez".

grin like summer

2008-02-19T22:55:00.001+02:00

summer time drifted away. I miss the ridiculously salty waters, cheesy cocktails and those nasty sand in the bed. We haven't shoot any pictures but here is the naughty fish who has bitten my heels.

two right hands

2008-02-18T00:21:00.000+02:00

in the name of all left handed people in the world! I would like to have two right hands. end of conversation.

das ist

2008-02-17T00:11:00.003+02:00

uberhaubt nicht gut* ah for the sake of those little titties. I never knew I would hit 25. so soon. no, it's not my birthday. please! get out of here. I'm an old tiny lady with the youngest tricks. all brand new and smells like strawberries.

row row row the boat gently down the stream,
if you catch an old smelly fish send him down the drain.

mayan goddess

2008-02-16T00:32:00.001+02:00

oh we must be mad. how come I type in this screen and you look in that screen and somebody stumbles these numbers. yes, these are all numbers. these do not exist. but the grass outside is real. step on it for me. even it is green or not from your side.

today I am feeling enlightened,
tomorrow never dies.

a little short tale

2007-12-05T09:40:00.000+02:00

I had this tiny seed with me, since I was seven years old. not 7, but seven with letters. I used to feed her every morning and every afternoon. soon she became my best friend. we used to do everything together. we found a dog, we drank from the sink, we counted clouds and fought with the seven seas. my seed was growing faster than me. I was eleven, she went to collage. she moved away so fast that I could'nt even get her number. I heard about her when I was seventeen, she got married and had two blue children. She wrote a letter to me, the letter arrived when I was twenty, she wrote she was very happy. I saw a picture of her at the bottom of the paper, she was old but beautiful still. She was a very successful song writer, very wealthy and fit. I wrote back, I wrote that I missed her a lot. Then the letters stoped. This year I'm twentyfour, and last day I had a package from the local gardener's association. they sent me a tulip between a dark heavy book. the pages she was between were seven and seventy. the pages looked silent. the pages were all deep; magenta...

Expose Yourself

2007-10-16T04:12:00.000+03:00

My design is chosen to be printed for the behance.net sticker contest. it's going to be one of the stickers that will be distributed in many locations throughout New York City. btw, If you see my naked friend anywhere around NYC, a sexy photo will be appreciated ;)

Thank you behance team.

ZzZzz

2007-10-16T02:57:00.000+03:00

my eyes were puffy this morning,
so I kept them close.
took a big red london bus
and left the house.
dreamed a song to pass time,
but it stole my blouse.

clouds up

2007-10-14T21:19:00.000+03:00

I wish I could pack my everythings in a purse and leave the kingdom. maybe with a morning glory melody. or not. I wish you could walk around in my boots once in a while. see trough my eyes. taste my words under the clouds. I think I hate when things change into not better things. I hate when you walk away. I hate to think deep shallow. I wish there was a neverending world peace. always nice weather, no screens. maybe a sweet sugar candy fancy wild wonderfull life. I wish I never had to wish for more.

I think I think too much once in a while. maybe more than I could think. more than I could love. more than anybody could receive. maybe even a bit more.

baby co.

2007-09-17T06:43:00.000+03:00

you are my sleep, I fell into you counting the sheep. some milk in the morning and some milk at night. If I bake you cookies, will you make me a kite? my sheets are always clean and tight. If you sing me a lullaby, I will make your day bright. monsters under my bed, some in the closet and some in my mind. please tell me a secret, promise I will not bite. If I fight with the sheets, quick! cover my ears. you are my sweep, you are the sweet, I'm coming tonight, riding a blue jeep.

sketch tips & facts

2007-09-08T12:52:00.000+03:00

1) magic may be dangerous. 2) you must always be sure what you are doing. 3) about black cats: if you see one pass under a ladder to get it even, immediately. 4) ant eaters are a phenomenon in our culture so respect them all. 5) do not hesitate about picking candy off infants. 6) always wear smart things to a wedding. 7) ice creams melt faster than they freeze. 8) earings are the perfect accessory for branches. 9) do not wear a wig on top of your dreams. 10) some people grin to die for and some grin to kill you. 11) you must kiss hell of a frogs to catch cold. 12) seperation is literally missing and missing is totally sweet. 13) if you care for a smoke or a light drink please seek for a british pub first, then enter a night club. 14) always wear a tie with a school shirt. 15) blush is a cute word and a funny face. 16) be meant for each other.

17) click on the images to see more.

x ow x

2007-08-28T16:53:00.000+03:00

today everything is broken; all over the place, even much below sadness. all clouds look like albino cotton candy monsters. I have screaming dots on top of my shoulders, memory card errors and fiction free problems.

today it sometimes rains. nothing works properly and everything acts wrong. thin king has droped his thing inside my ink and it's sinking while I think.

today it's like living inside a war since was born. one fun game of nightmares and dreams. between pillows and sheets. troubles, sweets and favourite bruises. precious lyrics inside grey boxes.

today you are somewhere else, I'm lost and she is alone.
I think he doesn't have a clue about these.

please, please ow please!
magic words are made of x's.

pearl

2007-07-19T00:42:00.000+03:00

she had this smile on her face. blooming like a butterfly. skirts flying on the highway. sofistication followed by racoons from last saturday. it was about an escape from the rusty neighbourhood. leaving the crown back. leaving the crown room with respect. she had this big dress on her. made her look like a new zealand spotty. lips served flesh, kinky meaningless sentences around her neck. she used to be the one, now she was two lonely. double soul in a trunk. leftovers of a selfish drunk. one princess to be a pirate, with no rum but a bum.

jazz like a pearl,
take me home.

labour

2007-07-17T18:38:00.000+03:00

comb your hair. take the train. go to work. kill the best times of your life on a workbench. slip in, slip out. broken lunch brakes, deadlines on your face. slip in, slip out. wheels with sparkles, empty treasure boxes. lovely telephone particules, online cookie monsters. better than a boss with huge green tentacles. take your time. computer your head. play the pain. come sweet home. plug your joy, stick to tv. sleep the rest of your life. slip in, slip out. break down.

let's vacate, vacate away
dive sunbath on hot bitches.

hook

2007-06-20T05:02:00.000+03:00

my song with bubbles is only distinguishable underwater. If you want to catch a fat melody first you have to dive deeper than fifteen teeth.it's scary like a square watermelon with billions of talking seeds,I know. I know, I have so many words in my mouth that if I cough I will sound very sick or my blue blues are not even soaked to their skins. I know, some funny fish do enjoy sunshine and some may even enjoy flying with pink pigs. but I miss in two minutes and you miss with twenty meters.

*
this post pretends to be a fake fake love song,
with no shame on its omega, elegant and colour full hips.

tiny thoughts

2007-06-02T06:16:00.000+03:00

canvas my mind and primer my soul. smash my tubes then wet my brushes. today I have tiny smiles inside my head, tomorrow world domination beybe!

*acrylic on canvas 10x10(cm)

weird science

2007-05-11T14:04:00.000+03:00

when I was a kid, I used to dream of becoming somekind of a genetic engineer. I think this was slighty before thinking about becoming a porn star or an illustrator. Actually after realising I have to act more sensible about my future plans, now I just want to be the king of the world. I feel like a king nowadays so you know what they say, feeling is "almost" everything.

"a brand new sketchbook,
will bring love to your habitat."

one love

2007-05-04T18:36:00.000+03:00

"For the sixth consecutive year the summer season kicks off with the Efes Pilsen One Love Festival. This year Underworld and Beastie Boys will pump up the volume on June 15th & June 17th in Istanbul."

"Random blonde bio high density,
Because I Feel Disgrace
Because You're All In My Face."

hick!

2007-04-24T19:52:00.000+03:00

this little naughty pussy crushed the night out to find a foxy lady. a whole woman who shall cook him extravazanga large dinners and fix some pandastic cocktails. she should have a talent on each finger and an extra on her curly tail. a woman to remind her to pay the bills and serve clean underwear, also some ironing would be pretty cool. so this little naughty kitty cat travelled down the city to the central park, to find a long four legged pussy cat. someone to crawl over and someone extremely huggable. someone handy and mandy.

along the way, he bumped into old friends. "hey pal! come over" they shouted. they had a big bottle of raki, some white smelly cheese and a huge bucket of fish with them. "well" he said. "why not" so all sat on the short grass under the stars and started to chill out. the weather was lovely until the buttom of the glass.

it was nearly morning he said goodbye to the old friends and took the way back to home. "hick hick" the buildings looked like clay and the road was running away under his feet. "hick hick hick" all of a sudden he saw this beautiful creature near the red brick wall, at the end of the street. one furry goddess to be on the cover of fhm. she was licking her long tail passionately. he came closer and said "hellow there foxy" she smiled. "would you like to check out my stamp collection, at my place?" she smiled again. "I haven't seen you around here, where you from?"

"I came here to visit my sister" she said. "show me the way. "hick hick hick hick" she had the loveliest eyes and high ears. "hick hick" she was like out of dreams. they arrived his hatch and entered in together. "bum bum bum bum" ah that was a wonderfull morning.

when the sun was over the hill, he was awake. but "oh noes" the foxy lady was gone, without even a notice. "well, whatever" he said. "lets buy a newspaper and spend the day home "alone again". but when he looked around for his wallet! it was gone! he looked around for his watch! it was gone! he looked around and the tv, playstation, even the microwave was gone! "damn" he said.

"that smelly old cheese really sucked hard."

blow

2007-03-04T06:38:00.000+02:00

Are you unsatisfied? You can't make up your mind.
When you can take me by the hands and I will close my eyes.

Are you working up to something?
But you give me almost nothing.
Keep me helpless up to something on my knees.

Would you ever be my,
would you be my f-cking boyfriend?

lyrics*
The Bird and The Bee

bijou

2007-02-20T03:10:00.001+02:00

love is made of marshmallow

2007-01-10T03:49:00.000+02:00

some like to do with a camp fire,
some like to swallow raw.

the happy mad sad

2006-09-20T07:43:00.000+03:00

there are poems written for this big fat city by sick and tired poets not born in this city to the ones who has no idea about this crappy happy mad sad city which actually belongs to cats and pavements but not to the stars in the quite boring grey sky.

aloe

2006-08-01T03:39:00.000+03:00

it's always summer time my mind gets blocked and locked. so lazy music with crushed ice and lemon souce. trying to figure it out, how many penguens left in this world. I will never see the north pole nor south. we are living in so similar and small towns with lack of oxygen and love. I would like to go on a date with a caveman. He could tell me about all sort of things and hit me in the face with his huge stone stick. life is unfair kill yourself or get over it. or maybe find a summer job, love, shopping schedule and take it easy. drink slow act like dancing. it's so hot in my room, can barely see my future. hope it works and he calls and calls and calls again. I started to hate my lovely smoking attitude. let's call it a day and fall a sleep.

bambuuchia. where are you scooby doo?
listen to james and his all dead friends...

how

2006-02-09T04:48:00.000+02:00

we are in need of a musical revolution. in need of. in the darkness, there is so much I wanna do. I shall blame it on the boogie. play play play, study steady work hard. hiç de bile gayet şirin, hıh!

<3

taco's holiday in

2006-01-15T05:06:00.000+02:00

today I is happy. me is a hungry cherry smelly lipstick like dancing on angelina jolie's lips and that's I call a huge rocky surface.

I dressed like a pony and went out for some printing issues. BUT I guess, the butthead printer guyz thought the saturday as a freaking extra holiday. some cardboards and some f word plus 3M spray mount killed my pocket money. arrest the suspicious border people, too. so I walked around and came around and wondered around. taxi drivers are so chatty and that makes me sick too. so I'm happy now, monday will be an extra ordinary day full of bumbum.

thank you for the fish.
in need of a deep damn holiday,
i never ate taco.

spot

2005-12-20T22:08:00.000+02:00

I feel very much strange at bus stops. They are best in spring, on tuesdays. sundays are usually scary. saturdays are slow. mondays are late and wednesdays are cold. thursdays are crowded and fridays are ugly. bus stops are best in spring, always on tuesdays.

spring, ring, ing
wake up ema, woke up.

ultra cure

2005-12-20T19:17:00.000+02:00

it knows you. which brand you smoke and which machine you drive. what color is your mind, where you read your porn, what you drink while playing video games. eternally cooking for you. feeding the birds with your leftovers. cats under your table. stolen apple pies with no interesting odour. pure sunshine is not good for you and it knows you.

that you kiss the girl although she has a broken jaw. your stormy love songs, where you hide your socks or your punk photos. it knows what you like to have in the morning, in the night or during jogging. when you look after your contact lenses or your unknown babies. it knows what you wear in the bath and that you undress everything when you see a caterpillar. your bestfriend, the ultimate weapon you used last weekend to destroy your cuddling neighbour.

that you wish you went fishing with aliens. how you scratch your legs and watermellons get jealous. when you brush your teeth and koalas get drunk. why you miss your ex and bright eyes laugh inside you.

you make no sense to me,
i make no sense in this place,
it knows you better than me,
jump to the right and follow the leader.

nursery

2005-12-19T21:16:00.000+02:00

last fm is fun. I want to dream about you and gonna make you mine. this nurse stuff is all over me now. no place left to hide. suspicious. excited. what number is devils half kiss? what color is your depression hair? how much is your ankles? tell me more.

Winter is snow. snow is on my door. I want to spend some more time for more and more. wouldn't it be great to ride a horse and live in a four hundred thousand pounds village near any british city. if you do, please run away faster than you can.

I wish the blue washed out and pink rotated in an extraordinary angle. I hope sun comes back when everybody makes his and her own icecream. I want you to melt without your carrot.

today is not my birthday.
sleeping is stupid.

equilibrium

2005-11-24T00:56:00.000+02:00

it's all about science. always got the highest grades. a geek freak trying to act cool in the same spot, for too much long days. this world is too much interactivated. all lifes are at least once, terribly toxicated. looking forward to recieving a forward about saving my spare times. it's too easy to say there's nothing great about tv or internet. easy to say. we are the naked kings and queens in front of our usually blank screens, in this kingdom of sellfishness. that's pink in theory.

the fight club avenue. lesson 8 point six. illustrator cs2 saved my life on a 24 houred gray day. permission denied. if the room starts getting smaller you should better get rid of the unused furniture. junk is addictive. pull your strings until you climb off the walls. empty the boxes. fill the boxes again. this is what i luv to do in rainy days. remember and forget. at the same time. so my screen shines alot and my window gets all jeolous about my paintings.

standing on a circus ball have never been that easy. sometimes i feel confused and restart. if i sound meaningless, answer me. if you had to choose only 1 thing to do all your life long, what would it be? please try to scare the crap out of me but be honest.

sometimes hobbies have to turn into jobs and die. this way we swim safe with the tidy equilibrium wave.

this is no good.
get down.
i said get down.

illusions

2005-11-23T03:41:00.000+02:00

all dreams are true illusions.
and sometimes empty classrooms, too.

stolen beau-t

2005-11-23T01:18:00.000+02:00

liv lefts the room with no comments. long live the liv. please come back and act in teen movies. we need you deeply. we need definitely more teen movie. movies about parties, proms and revenges of the nerds. make it french with butter. put liv on the top. tadindan yeme.

ya da ya da ya da.

princess superstar

2005-10-18T14:41:00.000+03:00

living indigo performance. long time no indigo go go. last weekend, while my nose was bugging me still. groovy outfit, sexy show, another dude experience. the video art was scary time to time but enjoyed the colors. hip and hop paralyzed with electricity. excellent weight parallel to height and volume. flash gordon kicks. cool glasses. amazing intro. another random blonde with magic lyrics. her name is superstar.

long live princess,
hurray!

old boy

2005-10-15T15:08:00.000+03:00

I have a new pet now. he's called "cough". I cough and he coughs, I cough and he coughs. double cough, double fun. I found him on a rainy day and couldn't resist keeping him. we are best pals now. cough cough cough, play dead. good boy! here, have a cigarette.

at last;
you should be sick of my sickness posts.

nurse me

2005-10-13T01:13:00.000+03:00

spend more time with vitamins. wear more to go out. respect leather boots. be aware of october fests. I need cardigans, cardigans with huge buttons, cardigans which will match my muppet t-shirts and cardigans to forget on the bus. where do they go anyway?

I like cold, rain and snow but believe me if I could, I would punch the north wind on the face! when I grow so much up and become a mad mad scientist, I promise on my recent cardigans that I'm going to build a giant wind shield around this north hemisphere country.

in conclusion;
hat holding is depressing.

mello

2005-10-12T20:58:00.000+03:00

sweet 'o soft. dirty dirty candy. harsh harsh daydreaming. this is a childsong. tiny pinky moe. 90's youth. spending hours, hours and too much hours in front of the thing. too lazy to cook a decent meal but, ready to burn the house.

she stoped by and he tasted some sweet. she closed her eyes so he played incredible video games. she screamed so loud but his ears were full of marshmellow. she feels bad now, she is depressed or even sick. she doesn't care about the pink visitor. she just likes to feed the dinosaur. everybody thinks she is a liar liar but she will never invite her dinosaur indoors...

lyrics about:
"open the door, get on the floor;
everybody wants a dinosaur. "

panda trick

2005-10-02T22:26:00.000+03:00

focus the climate change. that shall give you the power to deal with bad bad thoughts. so you won't drive yourself mad. perfection is epidemic. but not like cold. if it catches you, it takes the form of your hips. I'm sure that few more weight is good to act warm at winter time. but don't forget that, fighting with stress is like riding a beach ball. a little more weight is pretty high risk. lack of sun, this time of the year; may be dangerous.

oh god!
somebody stop me please.
no more eating late.

first

2005-10-02T03:59:00.000+03:00

it's getting harder to fall asleep. apple, the icon of intelegence, the bite of the first sinner and a cool mac logo. you wear contact lenses, feel depressed often and blog all day long?? here, have a cigar! be my guest.

we call the species; women. even i am not sure about the material and after couple of years, i realized my index page is totally torn! I will not complain about being one actually, this post is not something like " woman from venus". i just want to describe my pain tonight, with all it's sharp edges.

it's from left to right and up to bottom. inside probably but felt from outside. soft and hard. liquid and solid. sometimes gas too. symptoms: greasy hair, bubble body, weak muscles, disabled tounge, lack of sleep. good thing about it: you scare everyone. bad thing is: you scare yourself, too.

no, not luv sick.
just on duty.
blue, blue, bluest lips.

thank you.

the breakfast club

2005-10-01T21:54:00.000+03:00

great movie, with great stars. the children are not their parents. there is nothing such as a bad child. there are nerds anyway. prome queens still into harsh boys, who are pink inside. chicks won't hold the smoke inside. what was your best breakfast, think about it. mine is egg flavour bread.

teacher leave the kids alone, god damn it! brush your teeth. all bustards believe in one guy one girl thing. they are in. they are punished. they will do what they have to do. to be or not to be. to do or not to do. do be do be do. i still miss high school. you don't realise how great it's to be a teen when you are still a teen. bad hair days and football games. to suck in sports or in maths. einstein's grades were not that bright either. what will you be in the future? will you be in the future? going to be fat or going to be a bone head? where did the black boards go anyway. i hate white marker boards. they cause cancer.

trapped in school. it sounds scary but chemistry lab without teacher could be fun. i miss my desk. i miss my broken locker door. i miss my classmates. but i will survive. through this cruel world with duties.

i will survive like in the song.
actually that song is really gay.
man, P.E. was totally gay.

ponycorn

2005-10-01T15:02:00.000+03:00

It's amazing to sleep sometimes. I'm thinking of puting my cotton wings in couple of minutes, after my coffee exam. I think coffee exams are what make my mornings worth to live. a little dust and a little snow, add some kinda water and guess the taste. I'm definitely, everytime new taste type. if something like that exist! sometimes I realise it's so sweet but i have to have it, I have to except my grade. world is tough, I know. one short smoke could help now.

when I was a little fella, I had a swinging donkey. with all the fur and ears, you know. well not all of us can have a swinging pony.. like all ponnies don't have wings to go to the shopping centre 2 blocks away. but what if they had, wouldn't be world a better place? I think there is more people who believe in unicorns than people who believe in aliens or god? but i believe in all. I think unicorns are alien and aliens are god. they all exist. sometimes I realise it's just a pink bullshit, but I have to take it, I have to except my grade. I'm a coffee tester with incredibly common beliefs.

this time it didn't go so well.
it's a C minus. hell!

fused

2005-09-30T13:21:00.000+03:00

what to do: play theme hospital, work belly, bath, watch football on tv, read, eat, sleep, wake, breakfast at some place, take the bus, work work work. anty anty work. immediately. confusion spots pop on my face. "people" I cry. push the button. look like brainless cans of tomato soup. recipe says, "nothing is related to happiness." not enough fortune left to cook a whole fortune cookie, but i know how to delete cookies. have a seat my child! or go to your room. can't decide and, but, no tv this time.

ice cream

2005-09-29T11:40:00.000+03:00

winter hits sweet. this morning. rain is strong. smoking outside is an amazing problem. could you turn on the lights? the day will come. we will miss icecream and electricity. this is a 4 season county with one star. enjoy coldest coca-cola. beware of mud. note to fridge: buy a new umbrella, rent recent dvd. what's hell? bus and stops. gosh!

offical hi.

2005-09-28T20:00:00.000+03:00

today somebody told me that magenta is not "OK" for a serious visual identity. "liar!" the girl shouted. nixon lost just because of his "brown" suit, people say. what I learned today: "different people say different things." money makes you older, then you die. they put you inside a black rubber bag, burry with white sheets; under an extra bold boring brown texture anyway. first rule of the club: "think pink. but do -never- stick to it." plus; magenta is not pink. she sings the blues on a silver box of cigarettes. heavy grey ashes. london bridge suicide.