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baby co.

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.

x ow x

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.

one love

"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!

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."

the happy mad sad

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

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

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

princess superstar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

offical hi.

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.