sistematik kedi

(bkz: bulaşık deterjanı)

kötü yemekler için kullanılan bir sıfat halini almıştır halk arasında.

en ünlü lafı "kafanı koparırım şımarık!" olan şarkıcı. nasıl oluyor demeyin, sayfanın sonundaki resme bakmak yeterli;

http://tr.wikipedia.org/wiki/hande_yener

(bkz: allah bir başlıkta kocatsın)

(bkz: menometroraji)

basketbola karşı postmodern bir ilgiye ve bilgiye sahip olan yazardır.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/54118304

bir mudvayne şarkısı.

in this hole
that is me
the dead are rolling over
in this hole
thickening
dirt shoveled over shoulders

i feel it in me
so overwhelmed
oh, this pressured center rising
my life overturned
unfair the despare
all these scars keep ripping open

peel me from the skin
tear me from the rind
does it make you happy now?

tear me from the bone
tear me from myself
are you feeling happy now?

in this hole
that is me
a life that’s growing feeble
in this hole
so limiting
the sun has set; all darkens

buried underneath
hands slip off the wheel
internal path-way to contention

peel me from the skin
tear me from the rind
does it make you happy now?

tear me from the bone
tear me from myself
are you feeling happy now?

in this hole
that is me
the dead are rolling over
in this hole
thickening
dirt shoveled over shoulders

i feel it in me
so overwhelmed
oh, this pressured center rising
my life overturned
unfair the despare
all these scars keep ripping open

peel me from the skin
tear me from the rind
does it make you happy now?

tear me from the bone
tear me from myself
are you feeling happy now?

in this hole
that is me
a life that’s growing feeble
in this hole
so limiting
the sun has set; all darkens

buried underneath
hands slip off the wheel
internal path-way to contention

peel me from the skin
tear me from the rind
does it make you happy now?

tear me from the bone
tear me from myself
are you feeling happy now?

are you feeling happy?

in this hole
that is me
left with a heart exhausted
what’s my release?
what sets me free?
do you pull me up just to push me down again?

peel me from the skin
tear me from the rind
does it make you happy now?

tear me from the bone
tear me from myself
are you feeling happy now?

peel me from the skin
tear me from the rind
does it make you happy now?

tear me from the bone
tear me from myself
are you feeling happy now?

does it make you happy?
are you feeling happy?
are you fuckin’ happy
now that i’m lost left with nothing

does it make you happy?
are you feeling happy?
are you fuckin happy
now that i’m lost left with nothing

leaving eden albümünden bir antimatter şarkısı.

and there it is, as pure as snow
i couldn’t see it for my head was too low
and prying eyes, they stoop too low
poisoning my soul, as sanity waits in the gallows

defeated i, fighting for a lost cause
depleted i, dying for the wrong cause

these are the hours on the range
the more you show them
the more they choose to take away
some things never change in the wings
and as it’s your war,
there’ll be no escape at all

(bkz: müslüman mahallesinde salyangoz satmak)

iyi niyetini ruhumda hissettiren nadir insanlardan. bu yüzden tüm içtenliğimle isterim ki gerçekleşsin tüm hayalleri, kalbi kırılmasın, hayat ona hep gülsün, tüm güzelliklerini sunsun. doğum günü kutlu olsun..

kaliteli bir amy winehouse şarkısı. işte sözleri;

meet you downstairs in the bar and heard,
your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt,
you say "why did you do with him today?"
and sniffed me out like i was tanqueray,
’cause you’re my fella, my guy
hand me your stella and fly,
by the time i’m out the door,
you tear men down like roger moore

i cheated myself,
like i knew i would
i told you, i was trouble
you know that i’m no good

upstairs in bed with my ex-boy,
he’s in a place but i can’t get joy
thinking on you in the final throes,
this is when my buzzer goes
run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
you say "when we married,"
cause you’re not bitter,
"there’ll be none of him no more"
i cried for you on the kitchen floor

i cheated myself,
like i knew i would
i told you, i was trouble
you know that i’m no good

sweet reunion jamaica and spain,
we’re like how we were again,
i’m in the tub, you on the seat,
lick your lips as a i soak my feet
then you notice likkle carpet burns,
my stomach drops and my guts churn,
you shrug and it’s the worst,
who truly stuck the knife in first

i cheated myself,
like i knew i would
i told you, i was trouble
you know that i’m no good

i cheated myself,
like i knew i would
i told you, i was trouble
you know that i’m no good

geçen sene girdiğimiz finaller boyunca uçak sesleriyle kafamızı üten organizasyon.

adet düzensizliği görme. stresten, jinekolojik rahatsızlıklardan kaynaklı olabilir. ha bir de yemekhanelerde kullanılan şaplardan.

#564597

başlığı görünce mi aklına geldi, bilmiyorum ki.

+ben bi kuşbaşı alayım.
-emin misin?
+hmm, evet.
-her kuşun eti yenmez ama hihoha
+...

(bkz: birahi)

bodoslama dalmak gibi bir anlamı da mevcut, sazanlara özel.

düşüp orasını burasını çarpan kişilerce abartmak amacıyla kullanılan bir tabir olmakla beraber bir suya atlama çeşididir. havada parende atmak suretiyle suya girenler de olur. eğlencelidir neticede.

falezlerden atlarken uygulanması gereken atlama çeşidi.

klibi confide in me’den çarpma olan şarkı.