Thursday, November 13, 2008

bran da

Dinletilerden sonra yukarıdan aşağıya düşen kelimeler bunlar…

Oysa sadece küçük bir parçasıyız karmaşanın, ne azı ne fazlası...

Teflon bu kalpler, kırgın bir akşamüstü, $afak vaktini bekleyen gözya$ları..

ne zaman güneş denizin üzerine peydahlansa...

yalnizlik … diz boyu


“There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle... and I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.”


Pretty snakes and I’m pretty alone for a distant coffeetimeblues or coffeemygrieftimes... little one, big one, no one !

“The lord never did buy Janis a Mercedes-Benz. She had to find her own car and in typical fashion, it was an eye-popping, traffic-stopping hippiemobile, the 1965 porsche cabriolaet super c.”

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