palovera

kemik ucu.

(bkz: om)

(bkz: bunu yapan insan olamaz)

(bkz: buraya cop atan insan olamaz)

(bkz: sinir olmak)

(bkz: marmara universitesi haydarpasa kampusu)

ingilterede passion marka kondomlarin kullandigi reklam slogani..

(bkz: yok boyle bi sey)

(bkz: cehennem replikleri)

-hocam ates varmi bi tellendireyim??

-ah kahretsin..

basligi okudugumda ’’acaba yaslaniyormuyuz?’’ dedirten nesil..

(bkz: allah korusun)

(bkz: hero)

bir nickelback sarkisi...

i am so high i could hear heaven,
but heaven, no heaven dawned in me,

and they say that a hero could save us,
i’m not gonna stand here and wait,
i’ll hold on to the wings of an eagle,
watch as we all fly away,

someone told me love will not save us,
but how can that be? look what love gave us, a
world full of killing, in blood spilling that world never came

now that the world isn’t ending
it’s love that i’m sending to you,
it isn’t the love of a hero,
and that’s why i fear it won’t do,

and they’re watchin us ,
they’re watchin us,
as we all fly away

nickelback - hero

(bkz: sigara yaktiran sarkilar)

hayatindaki ruhsal olarak en gucsuz donemlerinden birini yasamakta olan, kilo kaybina meyilli insan.

schidler’s list’te pembe paltolu kucuk kizin yahudilerin toplama kampina goturulmesi esnasinda siradan ayrilarak katliam ve trajedi sahneleri arasinda dolanmasi ve oscar schindler’in tepenin uzerinden karisiyla birlikte bunu seyredisi. daha sonra ise yakilacak cesetlerin arasinda kucuk kizin pembe paltosunun gorunmesi ise her halde sinema tarihinde en cok mendil islattiran sahnelerden biridir.

(bkz: anilarim depresti lan sozluk)

guzel bir cake sarkisi sozleri,

reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
engines pumping and thumping in time.
the green light flashes, the flags go up.
churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
they deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
as they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
the fans get up and they get out of town.
the arena is empty except for one man,
still driving and striving as fast as he can.
the sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
and long ago somebody left with the cup.
but he’s driving and striving and hugging the turns.
and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

he’s going the distance.
he’s going for speed.
she’s all alone
in her time of need.
because he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
he’s going the distance.

no trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
he’s haunted by something he cannot define.
bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
in his mind, he’s still driving, still making the grade.
she’s hoping in time that her memories will fade.
cause he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
the sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
and long ago somebody left with the cup.
but he’s striving and driving and hugging the turns.
and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

cause he’s going the distance.
he’s going for speed.
she’s all alone
in her time of need.
because he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
he’s going the distance.
he’s going for speed.
he’s going the distance.