If I cried it out loud; resign
Maybe someone could hear... Fine!
But I'm not a person that cries just for wine.
Things out loud
Akin to aloud
A lot yet allowed.
I keep things out and in stacks
This is my solution to every day panic attacks
Do love in multiples of two these pacs.
Super Fishiality?
Do, please do. And have some memory
But no. Deal with l'oubli.
Seedlessness when you have pollens
Utter idleness; you mean chickens!
Kinderjardin laughs, stir and get mittens!
And all that matters; cake.
A rose below the cheek, dear, so fake.
A rose below your cheek and you still do bake.
Then, arouse me tudor style
Weave me destiny as a pedophile
Baroque down and post-it in a file
Just post baroque it.
We have conjugated the verbs like french
Rerotated our heart to avoid stench
Listen; listen the sound from the ranch
Nous vous avons passé madame
Meme passé composé
S'il le faut, je vous passerais simple
De meme vous subjuger.
Retire now, remove yourself from my eyesight
And disturb the non-me
Disturb not the me.
Unlikely me, of me...
Some - likely me
Undone; me.
Un-do me.
31 Temmuz 2008 Perşembe
Koroglu-like Marilyn-wise
Uzuntum
sarhosluk ve
dokunamadigim kelimeler
genc isi
el nuru goz emegi
ocakta pismemis yemegi
onunde bitmemis hikayem-hikayemleri
sevmemis dilinin ucunda kalan harfleri
tukurmus
saclari agzina girmis gibi
bogazini tikamadan
bir telasla
gereksiz, yersiz
yer bulabilse burada
burada ise sairane
sairden ote...
aksirir
tiksinir
ve gelir de gecer de dursa ne olurdu?
dedirttirir
20 yasina geldigimde
babam ellerimden tuttu
dedi ki
hudutlardan hudut begen
erzagimi sirtima
benligimi uzuvlarima bagladi
uzuvlarim uzunluklara
uzunluklar sonsuzluklara kaydi
yanlis olmayacak ki
ben, dirilmekten nasibini almis bir ben
kefenimde rahat ben
salyangozdan beter, limoni
kurklu ve daha bir suru sifati yedirdigi
bir ben
dunya onume sereserpe seril
ellerimde evraklar
engebesiz avrupa yollarinda
engebeli hatta ve hatta cift horguclu bir deve misali
yola cikan bir ben var
aklimda
oynuyor
yagmur yagardi, ben yaylalari boyle tanidim
korlugum engel degil
gordugum...
simsiyah gozler
bir benimkiler.
sonra sordular
sen nerede yasiyorsun?
ne yapiyorsun
hangi gun isiginin urunu
hangi pazartesi gunu
sonradan kalkamayan otorite figuru
idin sen?
dedim koroglu
kor olmayan adamin
korelmis oglu
kor-oldugu
gibi
durmayan akan nehrin durdugu
suskun yavru;
ben.
sarhosluk ve
dokunamadigim kelimeler
genc isi
el nuru goz emegi
ocakta pismemis yemegi
onunde bitmemis hikayem-hikayemleri
sevmemis dilinin ucunda kalan harfleri
tukurmus
saclari agzina girmis gibi
bogazini tikamadan
bir telasla
gereksiz, yersiz
yer bulabilse burada
burada ise sairane
sairden ote...
aksirir
tiksinir
ve gelir de gecer de dursa ne olurdu?
dedirttirir
20 yasina geldigimde
babam ellerimden tuttu
dedi ki
hudutlardan hudut begen
erzagimi sirtima
benligimi uzuvlarima bagladi
uzuvlarim uzunluklara
uzunluklar sonsuzluklara kaydi
yanlis olmayacak ki
ben, dirilmekten nasibini almis bir ben
kefenimde rahat ben
salyangozdan beter, limoni
kurklu ve daha bir suru sifati yedirdigi
bir ben
dunya onume sereserpe seril
ellerimde evraklar
engebesiz avrupa yollarinda
engebeli hatta ve hatta cift horguclu bir deve misali
yola cikan bir ben var
aklimda
oynuyor
yagmur yagardi, ben yaylalari boyle tanidim
korlugum engel degil
gordugum...
simsiyah gozler
bir benimkiler.
sonra sordular
sen nerede yasiyorsun?
ne yapiyorsun
hangi gun isiginin urunu
hangi pazartesi gunu
sonradan kalkamayan otorite figuru
idin sen?
dedim koroglu
kor olmayan adamin
korelmis oglu
kor-oldugu
gibi
durmayan akan nehrin durdugu
suskun yavru;
ben.
Motivation Letter AUP 2008-2009 undergraduate
As a human being it is more likely for me to change periodically and to have as many interests as possible in my life because the curiosity that leads to the conquest of the unknown is always present in one's soul. Every where I look I see the change as the constant element that defines the life, I know that it is not particularly original as an idea because from Heracleides to Hegel the change has always been considered as the "fountain of life" and has been treated as the source of progress by so many.
What attracts me to the idea of change is the power of transformation, I like to observe and to experience the surprises that life occasionally gives us. To be precise, I see the vectors of life not the situations, not the eras but the bridge that has tied these situations and eras together and made a chronological list out of them: the storyboard of the mankind. This link or this relation of matters, of notions and of individuals create a globe, an unbreakable chain in front of my eyes. I just couldn't help, I had to compare, calculate and evaluate every single event that had place in my surroundings.
This « linking » ability has helped me through my life and manifested in various ways, I was taking litterature courses in French and in Turkish and surprisingly all my french litterature essays had turkish litterature references and vice versa. Furthermore, as a LGBTT activist, I believe that all the actions and the effort that I have poured into this cause is the concrete fact that I am seeking and mostly demanding the change in all areas of my life.
On another level, I have been told several times that I was constantly changing not in a bipolar way. What people ment by remarking this change in me was that I was able to redefine myself according to my needs and my wants at that moment. Is this unstability? No, this is sheer determination; I get what I want and I am not afraid of adapting myself to the person or the group in front of me. This is not a Zellig way of radically changing apparence, but this is the rôle of the bridge. I see the human interaction like a current of electrons, the energy that flows from one to another. If you are able to see the missing part and to play it, you would probably be doing the simple grammar exercice of « filling the blanks » but practically speaking, you are being a part of the chain, the key element to let the electricity flow through the cables; the missing electron.
The operation of bounding two or more extremes and drawing up a conclusion, surprising and shocking by underlining the unbelievable connections may sometimes end up on a surrealist way of approach in life, changing prose into poetry and poetry into prose but It opens the way to renovation and is the real fuel of life.
It is more likely to talk about the general idea or the general cause that has led me to progress in certain areas. Beginning this essay It feelt as if I had an invisible vector that guided my life and honestly it is not that easy to describe this force nor its impacts because it is something that people aren't normally aware of. It is the source of all human actions and all dedications, possibly the cause of all the decisions that we make; the passion. It is true that the emotional quotient is one thing but far away from a rational process the passion is the one key element that ties the individual to its life. Why should I mention or choose such an abstract subject for an admission essay? Because it really is the truth, this is what I am most passionate about: the change, the life, the whole and the bridge -somewhat all related.
What attracts me to the idea of change is the power of transformation, I like to observe and to experience the surprises that life occasionally gives us. To be precise, I see the vectors of life not the situations, not the eras but the bridge that has tied these situations and eras together and made a chronological list out of them: the storyboard of the mankind. This link or this relation of matters, of notions and of individuals create a globe, an unbreakable chain in front of my eyes. I just couldn't help, I had to compare, calculate and evaluate every single event that had place in my surroundings.
This « linking » ability has helped me through my life and manifested in various ways, I was taking litterature courses in French and in Turkish and surprisingly all my french litterature essays had turkish litterature references and vice versa. Furthermore, as a LGBTT activist, I believe that all the actions and the effort that I have poured into this cause is the concrete fact that I am seeking and mostly demanding the change in all areas of my life.
On another level, I have been told several times that I was constantly changing not in a bipolar way. What people ment by remarking this change in me was that I was able to redefine myself according to my needs and my wants at that moment. Is this unstability? No, this is sheer determination; I get what I want and I am not afraid of adapting myself to the person or the group in front of me. This is not a Zellig way of radically changing apparence, but this is the rôle of the bridge. I see the human interaction like a current of electrons, the energy that flows from one to another. If you are able to see the missing part and to play it, you would probably be doing the simple grammar exercice of « filling the blanks » but practically speaking, you are being a part of the chain, the key element to let the electricity flow through the cables; the missing electron.
The operation of bounding two or more extremes and drawing up a conclusion, surprising and shocking by underlining the unbelievable connections may sometimes end up on a surrealist way of approach in life, changing prose into poetry and poetry into prose but It opens the way to renovation and is the real fuel of life.
It is more likely to talk about the general idea or the general cause that has led me to progress in certain areas. Beginning this essay It feelt as if I had an invisible vector that guided my life and honestly it is not that easy to describe this force nor its impacts because it is something that people aren't normally aware of. It is the source of all human actions and all dedications, possibly the cause of all the decisions that we make; the passion. It is true that the emotional quotient is one thing but far away from a rational process the passion is the one key element that ties the individual to its life. Why should I mention or choose such an abstract subject for an admission essay? Because it really is the truth, this is what I am most passionate about: the change, the life, the whole and the bridge -somewhat all related.
Dakush.
Ben bu diyara nefes dursun diye ordu cikarmadim
Ordu; ben
Cikanlar; oydu
Bolen ve de kalanlar...gazi oldu.
Anit diktiler arkasindan
Mum yaktilar basucunda mezarin
Bir islem de boyle sonlandi
Bir sinav daha boyle bitti dediler
Oysa
Ben burada, ben degildim
Bitmis ve yenilmeyi ertelemis
Dusun, nedendir ki gordukleri hep kuslar, bulutlar, pembe balonlar
Havada suzuluyorlar
Derken,
Durmus gibi yapanlardan birkac tanesi dusuveriyor,
Urkekler;
Ulsersiz erkekler,
Kansersiz bedenler.
Tir tir titrer-ler.
« Kus! » dedi.
Yavas yavas ilerlerken,
Kus dedi, beni yakaladi.
Aldi goturdu;
Fildisi kuleler...
Bildigimiz yerler,
Hikayeler.
Kus dedi ve atladi ustume!
Pervasizca ve yersizce...
Korkmus mini mini bir kus donmustu?
Acti penceresinin panjurunu;
« Yine iceri, hep iceri... » dedi.
Yutkunmustu,
Ufuklarda kaybolmus,
Hayat bastirmadikca batmaz olmus.
Sonra pas verdiler,
Onu pas verdiler,
Pes etmediler
Ama es gecmeden,
Kafasina tam onikiden bir rovasatayi esirgemeden,
Pas verdiler onu.
Ona vermediler;
Onu bana verdiler.
Dogmus oldugum,
Dogacagim
Icinde olup dirilecegim insan kilifi... dantelsiz.
Gun oldugu, gece oldugu,
As hatta koyun oldugu gibi;
Insan bedeni:
Kininda kilic... gibi...
O ki, bedensiz
Ben pasi alincaya... dek.
Benden oteye gol yok!
Gol yok dedim.
« Kus! » dedi tuylerimden tuttu beni!
Kanatlarimdan salladi...
« Ozgurluge uc! » dedi,
« Uc! » dedi, tekrar etti
Sarsti beni.
Asabi kildi.
Kilifimi bozdu,
« Kus! » dedi bana « uc! » dedi
Kactim ama ucmadan,
Uctum ama kosmadan;
Kanat cirpmadan.
Ozgurluge teget gecmeden inadina,
Ozgurlukten bir parca koparmadan,
Gittim penceresine kondum.
Salt merak.
Sarki soyledi bana;
Kus dedi uc dedi.
Yine kondum,
Hala susmuyordu.
Kis geldi sonra,
Ben de dondum.
Elaleme rezil?
Iste boyle oldum.
Imza,
Kus.
Ordu; ben
Cikanlar; oydu
Bolen ve de kalanlar...gazi oldu.
Anit diktiler arkasindan
Mum yaktilar basucunda mezarin
Bir islem de boyle sonlandi
Bir sinav daha boyle bitti dediler
Oysa
Ben burada, ben degildim
Bitmis ve yenilmeyi ertelemis
Dusun, nedendir ki gordukleri hep kuslar, bulutlar, pembe balonlar
Havada suzuluyorlar
Derken,
Durmus gibi yapanlardan birkac tanesi dusuveriyor,
Urkekler;
Ulsersiz erkekler,
Kansersiz bedenler.
Tir tir titrer-ler.
« Kus! » dedi.
Yavas yavas ilerlerken,
Kus dedi, beni yakaladi.
Aldi goturdu;
Fildisi kuleler...
Bildigimiz yerler,
Hikayeler.
Kus dedi ve atladi ustume!
Pervasizca ve yersizce...
Korkmus mini mini bir kus donmustu?
Acti penceresinin panjurunu;
« Yine iceri, hep iceri... » dedi.
Yutkunmustu,
Ufuklarda kaybolmus,
Hayat bastirmadikca batmaz olmus.
Sonra pas verdiler,
Onu pas verdiler,
Pes etmediler
Ama es gecmeden,
Kafasina tam onikiden bir rovasatayi esirgemeden,
Pas verdiler onu.
Ona vermediler;
Onu bana verdiler.
Dogmus oldugum,
Dogacagim
Icinde olup dirilecegim insan kilifi... dantelsiz.
Gun oldugu, gece oldugu,
As hatta koyun oldugu gibi;
Insan bedeni:
Kininda kilic... gibi...
O ki, bedensiz
Ben pasi alincaya... dek.
Benden oteye gol yok!
Gol yok dedim.
« Kus! » dedi tuylerimden tuttu beni!
Kanatlarimdan salladi...
« Ozgurluge uc! » dedi,
« Uc! » dedi, tekrar etti
Sarsti beni.
Asabi kildi.
Kilifimi bozdu,
« Kus! » dedi bana « uc! » dedi
Kactim ama ucmadan,
Uctum ama kosmadan;
Kanat cirpmadan.
Ozgurluge teget gecmeden inadina,
Ozgurlukten bir parca koparmadan,
Gittim penceresine kondum.
Salt merak.
Sarki soyledi bana;
Kus dedi uc dedi.
Yine kondum,
Hala susmuyordu.
Kis geldi sonra,
Ben de dondum.
Elaleme rezil?
Iste boyle oldum.
Imza,
Kus.
Feels like home pt.1
trafik kazasi mi demistin?
isigi burdan calmis olabilirler mi?
yoksa...
hata sizde miydi?
dangerous games bunlar neno
hiss ayagini denk al heueheueh
cok hardcore degil misiniz ya?
yol kenarina cekmeler falan
gangsta takilmalar
isik tutmacalar kameraya
insanlari sasirtmacalar
sonra
nigga soul gibi terimler dogar
neni kus buradan ne toplar?
hatta simdi dusundum de
sanirim arkadan hip hop calsa guzel olurdu,
improvize ediyorum umarim kizmazsin,
sanal semalarda yaninda olamadigim nenonun izini ariyorum
gesi baglarinda uc top gulum var araniyorummmm
muslumanin uc kase bali varsa birini komsulara vermeli,
hakli degil miyim?
moral book of humanity
cahiers de paris
edition gallimard
je veux réussir mon droit?
et toi?
oui je le veux bien moi aussi
passez votre bac avec OSS matematikator a new french education inspired by the honorable turkish
nobel prizes fall from the sky
bump in my head
knocked out.
in front of everybody
is this a dream?
a bad one I guess...
Do you guess?
Guess jeans ad idea
Communication tactics for the company
self-adv-ing products
in the future there will be no need for the creative ones
they would only be a dream,
aux trilingues de mon pays,
aux trilingues de mon coeur,
si une révolution arrive ou non
je serai là pour défendre notre cause
contre ce qui n'aime point pratiquer ses langues,
les langues qu'elle a apprises
les langues qui font d'elle un etre
qui parait malhonnete
not that you are so...
just random crazyness,
neni'd be here
neni'd be here rocking my flat
yeah I want it so bad
teenage rock
avrillavignish
can you say that without moving your lips?
here we go
perfect
nice looks lad
you've got quite an ass by the way
may I gently compliment it?
Well, yes go on please
Shallow? Are we?
Funny?
Can I be?
What if the world was serious
too serious for me?
series in hausse
why write things that people do not comprehend?
just to see if they can take it to the end.
If they can torture themselves enough
And tear the pages with fear, randomness and delicacy combined
Then I am a very stylish girl.
Because the work of art is nothing but the face
Written by the ink that is the god
Love that is him.
Aim the heart with tin
Aim the heart whithin
I must say that I am amazed,
by the idea,
that is to create
mud from human instead of human from mud.
human fromud, human fromad, human fromadt, human formadt, das human formadten gesenchuss und die bebeigen sprachen,
ja, genau?
alles klar.
efterklang?
non danke enschuldigung
goldrapp
ja klar
so hip
so fashion
glamour
and
pink balls rolling into your eyes I see
I am profane
Pristical
I love to be genau,
racist monkeys trying to be sexist in our new episode
next episode sorry
just excuse me for once for god's sake
people on air talk like this don't they
they are on thin air
love is then, them
feel the one
the one and the only can come
from the skies
gerrard is the prophet that would fill in the glorious years of diffusion
the first
ann her mother
ann for once
never lost virginity
when I close my facebook agents from all over the world would hear the threat of a newcoming attack
a new religion rising
they might want to destroy you
no harm means no ends
no relief
no pain
and when you speak german you are holy
baby, you're all that I want!
and when people are mad they are not preferable
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5i-gZ0kOtE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBVmfIUR1DA
and giving nice prototypes to fill people's desires
giving adjectives
using adjectives
defining and qualifying
laughing at human condition
human status eterno
humanum status non quo
kids should not play computer games
as is written in the chapter
when abigala ate her 3 children
in the name of law
and of mythology
she did so
and douche came in
when we, lost in tracks of media
shall we isolate
and feelings that are roller coasters
which will guide you
through tears through crisis through mania
and let yourself join in the drama
comments on your profile
like post its
like ps I love you
like, I do too...
Rewarding.
and we call it all for humor.com
it is...
my brain?
infected
spyware and virus
should have taken back those aids results aye?
you can't have seen the violance I've seen
so avoid
be that be the rule of thy heart
see calm
see in yourself the calm
if technology starts to talk
and machines start to work
then you shall be delivered
to a great world that is
nirvana in your mind.
lotus on your head.
you can't speak of us,
can't tell.
message is hidden,
so deeply wollen.
let the word be your sacré
because it is dans ton coeur
c'est ce qui te fait
c'est ce dont tu es fait
From people the mud, muddha
The mud from the people, muddkha
muddha muddkha enteyerii sheel'an. aim. ain. aim. ainn.
I am none in front of the world.
None can see...
That is called the brissp
the eyes of the one can see
with word.
On his way he talked,
He learned,
He reached souls and wisdom led him to death.
On his rays he walked,
Girls made a collage
Boys pitched.
Love was made by this.
Ingredients missing.
Smile for me and let the jazz in wazemmes lead you far away
let's jazz now
let's jazz for hours
with my baritone
lounge is good
let there be lounge.
people cried out;
"you are crazy!"
I was.
I never believed them,
I knew I was.
Then I felt.
I felt for once,
Then gave it up.
Because to feel is not to state,
And to state you don't need to unite
but united are the states, aren't they?
Destiny is a song in our minds,
Playing there for ever.
No plug-in required
We are already there
We are already been there
We have stayed there
We are here.
this is what facebook is,
another book that people will obey.
another book to fall from skies.
imagine an artwork prior to me,
imagine an artwork after me,
a biography.
keep your secrets in head,
keep your memories,
keep your life in your hands
with ink that is the god
and him is love.
O.
joder
joder
joder
que bien suena esto pa lo blanquita que es la prima!!!!
1.je l'adore in any language!
2.J'adore =)
3.J'adore, J'aime Ca
damn i dont hanve the~ type thing -_-
Still *bounces* we like
Ez ist zer fantastiche!!
*forgive my bad spelling =P
-Robs
fadi cherry welcomed them to his page
he is graphic designer you know
nick ulusa from edmonton actually claimed that his work was nice
amina adding admitted that she had a god by saying "oh my god!" nothing to do.. your pictures are so cool....I your fan # 1 now ...kisses.... while sowwie would say that arabs are hot and do the figurative that we all know as hands down, mustafa mohammed who astonishingly was late to comment agreed with amina on belief issues and observed that fadi had a sexy body and expressed his attraction to it by adding that he liked it some much. Without ending the comment he continued by kindly demanding to see his huge cock which was a thing fadi, I think, would have liked.
Quand tu auras trente ans, tu seras beau ma chéri
Je suis la fée de la maturité
Je veux l'etre mais... je ne suis pas beau.
Du tout?
isigi burdan calmis olabilirler mi?
yoksa...
hata sizde miydi?
dangerous games bunlar neno
hiss ayagini denk al heueheueh
cok hardcore degil misiniz ya?
yol kenarina cekmeler falan
gangsta takilmalar
isik tutmacalar kameraya
insanlari sasirtmacalar
sonra
nigga soul gibi terimler dogar
neni kus buradan ne toplar?
hatta simdi dusundum de
sanirim arkadan hip hop calsa guzel olurdu,
improvize ediyorum umarim kizmazsin,
sanal semalarda yaninda olamadigim nenonun izini ariyorum
gesi baglarinda uc top gulum var araniyorummmm
muslumanin uc kase bali varsa birini komsulara vermeli,
hakli degil miyim?
moral book of humanity
cahiers de paris
edition gallimard
je veux réussir mon droit?
et toi?
oui je le veux bien moi aussi
passez votre bac avec OSS matematikator a new french education inspired by the honorable turkish
nobel prizes fall from the sky
bump in my head
knocked out.
in front of everybody
is this a dream?
a bad one I guess...
Do you guess?
Guess jeans ad idea
Communication tactics for the company
self-adv-ing products
in the future there will be no need for the creative ones
they would only be a dream,
aux trilingues de mon pays,
aux trilingues de mon coeur,
si une révolution arrive ou non
je serai là pour défendre notre cause
contre ce qui n'aime point pratiquer ses langues,
les langues qu'elle a apprises
les langues qui font d'elle un etre
qui parait malhonnete
not that you are so...
just random crazyness,
neni'd be here
neni'd be here rocking my flat
yeah I want it so bad
teenage rock
avrillavignish
can you say that without moving your lips?
here we go
perfect
nice looks lad
you've got quite an ass by the way
may I gently compliment it?
Well, yes go on please
Shallow? Are we?
Funny?
Can I be?
What if the world was serious
too serious for me?
series in hausse
why write things that people do not comprehend?
just to see if they can take it to the end.
If they can torture themselves enough
And tear the pages with fear, randomness and delicacy combined
Then I am a very stylish girl.
Because the work of art is nothing but the face
Written by the ink that is the god
Love that is him.
Aim the heart with tin
Aim the heart whithin
I must say that I am amazed,
by the idea,
that is to create
mud from human instead of human from mud.
human fromud, human fromad, human fromadt, human formadt, das human formadten gesenchuss und die bebeigen sprachen,
ja, genau?
alles klar.
efterklang?
non danke enschuldigung
goldrapp
ja klar
so hip
so fashion
glamour
and
pink balls rolling into your eyes I see
I am profane
Pristical
I love to be genau,
racist monkeys trying to be sexist in our new episode
next episode sorry
just excuse me for once for god's sake
people on air talk like this don't they
they are on thin air
love is then, them
feel the one
the one and the only can come
from the skies
gerrard is the prophet that would fill in the glorious years of diffusion
the first
ann her mother
ann for once
never lost virginity
when I close my facebook agents from all over the world would hear the threat of a newcoming attack
a new religion rising
they might want to destroy you
no harm means no ends
no relief
no pain
and when you speak german you are holy
baby, you're all that I want!
and when people are mad they are not preferable
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5i-gZ0kOtE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBVmfIUR1DA
and giving nice prototypes to fill people's desires
giving adjectives
using adjectives
defining and qualifying
laughing at human condition
human status eterno
humanum status non quo
kids should not play computer games
as is written in the chapter
when abigala ate her 3 children
in the name of law
and of mythology
she did so
and douche came in
when we, lost in tracks of media
shall we isolate
and feelings that are roller coasters
which will guide you
through tears through crisis through mania
and let yourself join in the drama
comments on your profile
like post its
like ps I love you
like, I do too...
Rewarding.
and we call it all for humor.com
it is...
my brain?
infected
spyware and virus
should have taken back those aids results aye?
you can't have seen the violance I've seen
so avoid
be that be the rule of thy heart
see calm
see in yourself the calm
if technology starts to talk
and machines start to work
then you shall be delivered
to a great world that is
nirvana in your mind.
lotus on your head.
you can't speak of us,
can't tell.
message is hidden,
so deeply wollen.
let the word be your sacré
because it is dans ton coeur
c'est ce qui te fait
c'est ce dont tu es fait
From people the mud, muddha
The mud from the people, muddkha
muddha muddkha enteyerii sheel'an. aim. ain. aim. ainn.
I am none in front of the world.
None can see...
That is called the brissp
the eyes of the one can see
with word.
On his way he talked,
He learned,
He reached souls and wisdom led him to death.
On his rays he walked,
Girls made a collage
Boys pitched.
Love was made by this.
Ingredients missing.
Smile for me and let the jazz in wazemmes lead you far away
let's jazz now
let's jazz for hours
with my baritone
lounge is good
let there be lounge.
people cried out;
"you are crazy!"
I was.
I never believed them,
I knew I was.
Then I felt.
I felt for once,
Then gave it up.
Because to feel is not to state,
And to state you don't need to unite
but united are the states, aren't they?
Destiny is a song in our minds,
Playing there for ever.
No plug-in required
We are already there
We are already been there
We have stayed there
We are here.
this is what facebook is,
another book that people will obey.
another book to fall from skies.
imagine an artwork prior to me,
imagine an artwork after me,
a biography.
keep your secrets in head,
keep your memories,
keep your life in your hands
with ink that is the god
and him is love.
O.
joder
joder
joder
que bien suena esto pa lo blanquita que es la prima!!!!
1.je l'adore in any language!
2.J'adore =)
3.J'adore, J'aime Ca
damn i dont hanve the~ type thing -_-
Still *bounces* we like
Ez ist zer fantastiche!!
*forgive my bad spelling =P
-Robs
fadi cherry welcomed them to his page
he is graphic designer you know
nick ulusa from edmonton actually claimed that his work was nice
amina adding admitted that she had a god by saying "oh my god!" nothing to do.. your pictures are so cool....I your fan # 1 now ...kisses.... while sowwie would say that arabs are hot and do the figurative that we all know as hands down, mustafa mohammed who astonishingly was late to comment agreed with amina on belief issues and observed that fadi had a sexy body and expressed his attraction to it by adding that he liked it some much. Without ending the comment he continued by kindly demanding to see his huge cock which was a thing fadi, I think, would have liked.
Quand tu auras trente ans, tu seras beau ma chéri
Je suis la fée de la maturité
Je veux l'etre mais... je ne suis pas beau.
Du tout?
pre-b
Chez Birchski
-a story of discovery-
You would arouse me the way you like Gigi, I have never liked your shoes anyway. He has always been way too retro for a man like me who rips modernity as a term and surely would like to give an other name to what is contemporary; it is me. J. Abes Delavore - call me Skittles, would you?
House; today. I am destined to take a mirror day off. I may allow myself a necessary check-up, a mirror day. Then Frau would cry out loud; arbeite, bitch, arbeite!...The mirror. Here we are once again, I want to touch the freezing glass maybe that could be the satisfaction -a sexual one- that was promised to me in some sort of bible. I won't look into your eyes, don't touch me with your eyes just because I am naked. That could be considered as a rape. But he touches! Stomach ache? Oh, wait! My dick is just hard. Nonsense, this is bestiality. I might as well walk a little and think of my dead aunt in order to hide this shame zone. Walk down the hall.
Then comes the coffe... or the tea? Lord knows how hard it is to be a pisces. All those choices to make, I almost feel like Jesus Christ. Don't you? Sometimes? So whenever I feel divine like that, I call Gigi. I feel Gigi. Gigi tells me what to do and how to do. Doesn't demonstrate a lot, but he sure knows whether to drink darjeeling or jaipur. Me, I only thought of mixing them once. It didn't taste that good. So I prefer to gigi this situation.
I mustn't listen to music when I call him, turn this off. Better dress up, I remember once when I have been accused by a certain Lulu of being a pervert and having a continuous need for corporal exhibition. But I love corporals, soldiers, captains, lieutenants and all that parade. A walk of pride, it is! Isn't it?
-Gigi! You must help me, is it jaipur or darjeeling today?
-Skittles, it is almost noon what have you been doing the whole morning? It is too late for both.
-Really? I think I was overanalysing some important stuff in my head. You know, the usual colpobolezza catolica chéri.
-Oh, this sounds divine. Tell me, did you try the LSD that I gave you? Pancho guaranteed to me that it would bring god from your ceiling down to your floor. I mean, who could have thought?!? God, stuck in the cement of your ceiling. Spanish men are really cultivated. I'd love to have a down-to-earth god, wouldn't you like that?
-That sounds absolutely new age. I stopped being new age at the age of 13 honey. Let's talk about tea Gigi, I really can't choose.
-Listen Skits, I recommend you drink un peu de thé des amants. It really soothes you.
-Well, ok if you say so. Priss says « mrgul » to you, do you two have a secret language or what?
-No, we just happen to understand each other.
-Without words?
-Yes, why not?
-I don't care what you two are up to just tell him to stop the frottage!
-That'd be « brguru »
-Whatever!
-Ciao Skits
-Babay Gigi.
Today I will wear my green boxer. Don't you know that green is good for supporting enviromentalism? I won't even mention how the colour is way too on courant. I have no preoccupation or such to dress myself up à la mode but I love my legs, they deserve a lot more than I do. I know it might sound pretentious, shallow, filled with voluptuous connotations but it is the leg that does the trick for me. Sad parts of body, they suffer. Unfortunately they tire themselves up. Greeks, the ancient ones, loved legs. Haven't you seen Apollo's finely shaved, thin, bronzé legs in a leather sandal? He is so fucking awesome. I mean, his legs.
Priss, oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you? What could possibly all that purr purr and frottage mean? I am not even talking about the grol grol, his sounds are utterly senseless. I am very disappointed in you young siamese twat. Besides whenever polish jazz echoes through the halls of my flat and of my life as well you could hear him sing if you have been a good kid all throughout the year of course...
Ja i ty
Nocne miasta ćmy
Ty i ja
Dziwne miasta dwa
I know this, it is ćmy. Just like a random acquaintance. Say hi then. Go on, don't be shy. Just like my old neighbour in fact, he used to talk to his plants... Such a lovnly man. This is for lonely people who are forced to be lovely, which is leur destiny. Their. I said « their » ok? They just have to equalize their souls, their lives. As a result in my eyes men with weakness, handicap who certainly are filled with fear are to be loved. Loved all over.
I am not working today. Leave your hopes at the door. I am not working for a better place to live, not working for a better community to breathe in, not working. Broken and feeling. Broken BUT feeling. How many days under the shades of your dream have I spent? How many lighthearted volatile love words have you shared? Believe me. You didn't. Some day I will find what you use to see the world from a perspective that is distorted, that is so centered, that is not yet real but concentrated on a single thing. Coitus.
Out of place, into my eyes in mirror once again. Old Mrs. Hangelsan always reminded me of the importance of keeping a good eye contact with the customer. She said,
-It's written in their eyes, their wish. You just can feel it in and fill them a cup of coffee as if it was a dream. Empathy, is the key.
-Leave him alone, Frau! It is his first day, he's a newbie exclaimed Bobo
-Unmoglich, we are not running a starbucks here, we have standards we are Die Jeans Der Gloria, capito Bobo? I don't care about a world in which boys like Skits would end up doing fellatio to strangers, that's why we have coffee houses nowadays... to avoid male prostitution. And I must admit that this job is a delicate and a noble one unlike the others. We serve the community as noble as we can be.
-Have you been reading Memoires of a Geisha again, Frau? It's the fifth time this year, when will you stop imposing litterature on your life?
-When Ich mochte mein Herr, you have to understand the way I am mein Herr.
Birchski was there my first day. All the other days as well.
And he told me;
« You would spread your legs, it'd be like giving birth to a world. A valuable and respectable act of giving your body to me, I mean, sharing. So basically you will spread your legs and inhale insanity, inhale imperfectly against all prayana concepts. You would preferably close your eyes and exhale for me then spread, again. Split. I mean, it's not difficult, really. You can just spread them once and stay that way for a long time. I don't know, read a magazine or something if you are bored. Want to borrow my mp3? As I was saying, then my base chakra would be activated due to continous stimuli caused by your aura and I guess, that's it, I will sodomize you, yes. That's it, that's what we should do. Isn't it the greatest idea ever? Besides it's fun and in the end if you behave we might as well get presents or money for our good intercourse. Who knows maybe you can even become pregnant! Then we can get married or do something similar to that. Some PACS maybe? What do you say? Up for some action? »
In other words, he asked;
Don't trust me but trust your body to me, would you be a perfect sin?
He added as if a promise;
I won't be God, I won't be gone that soon.
He was russian Dr. Birchski, why ski? Because he loved winter and belonged to a group that made some quality chill out music. Nothing like Amon Tobin, more ehnic, more « words and worlds » which I don't understand but that do fascinate me. He looked frightened constantly, because of his fear I assume that he married Mentre Persipalis. That scorpio femme fatale is not somebody to whom you would say enchanté when you first meet. She's a cold hearted raging widow. But I love her s&m ways, she is leather. Born with leather but dénudée par des hommes. Simple revenge? Is that all there is of s&m? No, but I love her eyes. Dreaming of a whip when you were a child? Is that possible Mme Persipalis? Want me to ask that in russian? No, I assume you don't. Have a nice day Mme. Persipalis. Let's drink tea this thursday, shall we? I would be delightened. What? What DID you say Mentre? Are you out of your mind? Tea sessions do not include fisting. That'd be disgusting to do so. No, I do not think your manners are disgusting but I humbly refuse your gentle offer. See you thursday then. Kisses chérie.
It sure was hard to grow middle eastern. Northern eastern? I don't care. He was eastern or somewhere near there. Birchski with henna on his hair and yogi clothes. An abusive mother I would say, a naive father; the birchski family looking like 3 wolves that would conquer the new world in a family photo. Growing into mediterrenaen elite circles, taking their forms. Adapting to their thoughts, changing the most, leaving by side two russian eyes. Fierce and talkative, communicating, piercing, wisdom-less also innocent. This is a psychological case that I guess I have but never had the chance to observe, I give value to insignificant things. I am an adjective machine, serial descriptive personality disorder, SDPD just like Rabelais in fact. Birchski was like that? How was I then? I was awesome in my thirties, walking slowly as if I was going to bump any obstacle or sharp object that'd be in my way I thought it was noble to do so. I am not the kind that waits the prince charming, I'm the kind that the prince who would supposedly be charming would want to be the prince charming, which means I was the prince charming. Well, not that much in fact. I had gained a little bit of weight and my leather pants wouldn't fit me. But I still had the cool looks and I knew that I could pitch every teenager fag in the house. That's why I was slyly smiling in their eyes. Fool's day. Not april fool's but everyday fool's day. This is today, yesterday and now and then the future.
It is when people starved sex that arose love and co. Commitment, devotion, togetherness, couples, marriage, fairy tales, success stories live on the pangaia of sex. Happiness visits the island frequently but not a habitué of some sort, he just comes here for the orgies and cheap champagne.
All my friends were smiling with teeth brushed and bleached regularly, some of them porcelains. Not as friends, but as teeth of friends made of porcelain. Otherwise they are all like dolls, not forced to be porcelaine. I do feel like a collectionist from time to time. Not the producer, just the keeper of a few girly dolls. I can be the shelf, I can be my shelf... Nevertheless I can't be myself. With them especially, isn't it just too cliché? Wearing masks and all that stuff, make-up metaphores and scene related stories, that's more than familiar, that's life, that's the truth that we all admit. But since that day back in my childhood in which I found out an article about the french escargot, I believe that the most accurate metaphore for this situation wouldn't be the « the social chameleon » or « the jumping monkey » but only « the inside snail ». If we just forget about me for a moment and try to talk about you, we would be loosing the mainstream of the story. I know, I don't say particularly anything about you guys and by listening only myself my ego has just tripled its size but I know that this is not real. Communication is not real however I think that the ego is concrete but I still have so many doubts on that subject so no final verdict, find it out yourselves. Communication as an instrument is not real, that's not the way we do it. We; referring to humans. So why the snail? Because whatever the intensity or the rarity of the occasion rising the interaction just remains outside of your shell. Wherever you go, whenever you talk, whenever you listen or whenever you just walk away from them, ignoring the fact is that nothing in the world can reach you %100. There is always a loss due to friction, just like the energy. Vectors of people are their words, slovos would say Burgess but it's rather vulgar. I am inside, not intel inside, vulgar, snailish escargotesque mais pas grotesque. Processor-like life forms may shy away from me, now, remove yourself from my head you filthy idea. Now get a higlighter and underline the words you might see a message hidden or something;
Ego is the only main reality that leads to communication with another reality, another ego. In human interactions that would reach to an orgasm through friction and energy spent, that would be guided by the vector of penis which is vulgar which is inside me and which is filthy. See. I do talk about sex. You just can't see it.
My job at the coffeehouse consisted of serving middle class orgy groups some pre or post-orgasmic joy in the pure form of nicotine. Cigarettes, anyone? Coffee? Me, I don't live in Orgyville, not even close dear. I do believe that I live in an orgyland, that has nothing to do with it, does it? Life sounds like a rollercoaster ride in an amusement park in orgyland, entrance fee? I don't know dear. I guess you just have to be born. This is the price you pay for entering the 10 meter tall walls that surround our world. Here, dear, people eat pink fluffy foodlike things, but they don't take your hunger away. It is just an attraction, like everything else that has been going around. Candyman, sugardaddy, whichever pleases you dear. Wanna ride? So, who's serving the orgies today?
For 8 weeks 5 days and a couple of hours I have been alone. How do you want me to love someone else? I've been talking to myself in my head, sometimes singing, caressing myself with thoughts, taking a bath alone, eating without company... Why do you want me to seek a partner? Why do you expect me to crave and masturbate? I never needed to. I did it because it was fun and it gave me pleasure. Never, mister, never screw with my definitions. Never, mister, never have sex just because it is fun. Personally speaking, I can't enjoy life neither would i approve of somebody else doing it. Perfectly puritan. Has anybody wondered why we were in a perpetual quest for distraction and amusement as if we had nothing else to use to strangle our daily boredom with.
Alvin came to see Priss one day. He was miserable, in need of doux effleurements and some sentimental ronron sessions. It appears that his greek stallion, a poor artist that used way too much red in his paintings was sexually « incompatible » with him. I asked him why this was a problem, not because I believed that a relationship can be handled without sex in complete monogamy but just because I wanted the shameful information in depth in order to recycle in gossip enviroments. Recycling is fun! You should try that, Joanne. As usual Alvin would start his absurd theatre monologue which would totally be irrelevant but could still be considered as a sheer symbolic poetry of 21st century post-productive generations.
Passive means insatiable. The more you give, the more you shrink. You are not a shrink but the more you shrink the more it is harder to fill the hole. The hole is physical, existant, there! Like the bullseye. But the people of the hole are far worse. Once you get in, you can't get out.
As he talked I imagined of a new religion rising. A new sect of an old one would do as well but visualize priests worshipping a big black hole; symbol of life, family, protection and anus. « We want the whole, we want the hole, we just happen to lack a whore tonight, I don't remember what Marcia wore last night but she was tight, so howl! Howl my friends of the hole, united in front of the core. » The preacher ended his discourse as I took a sip from my coffe and started sodomizing one by one the followers, fertility rituals, you know. My theme seemed to be more valuable than just another Ring movie, but not as developed as Tolkien's. I was a bit jealous.
As he talked I imagined butterflies filling the world and a musical act faintly appeared in my mind. Slow sounds then more sounds, penetrating the souls as if they were trying to get to know each other, shaking hands and joining. Dissolving in extreme measures maybe lost is the right adjective, maybe I do feel lost. In time and in space, of contradictory ideas and love one single artifact of power has left. It is for you Rolando to get it back to me. I may die but remember me. Write some kind of lore that the lorekeeper would pass on to his daughter then write a book about this and call it the daugther of the lorekeeper, have some audio support, put it online, I want that ready by tomorrow. That's all gentleman, you may leave the room now. I am glad to have this communal project accepted by all of our comittee members, you would be hearing of us shortly. This would be the a new dawn of sexuality. It is going to be like 60's but more elegant and boozed.
All times are GMT +1. The time now is 08:27 PM.
i regret.
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i believe that people have souls
the same applies to fashion
the human soul finds its expression in fashion
the general on courant is nothing but a vain and restricted approach to that domain
first find your soul.
then your body...
cover it with care!
because it is more fragile than you may ever imagine.
this, my friend, is called the style.
so when i see a guy 19 years old dressed in a suit
i ask myself the question; is this the real you? do you really have to be this way?
you have imitated your parents, ok
you wanted to grow up, ok
you wanted to be posh, ok
and again;
what kind of a person wants to grow up?
who wants to imitate the others?
who craves for material possession?
who seeks fame?
certainly;
one who is not yet grown up
one who has no individuality
one who has no satisfaction in material possessions
one who never had fame
well, then who are you?
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i would love to listen to ravi shankar and make love
try some operas with sex they really excite you
i want each and every one of my senses to be touched when having sex
from touching to hearing
seeing to feeling
smelling to tasting
and the forgotten one; loving.
a great sensualist knows how to become a gourmet
so i am a bit picky when it comes to sex partners
it is not the muscles that do the trick
it is something else
my dreams do ejaculate me
and i believe that it is the highest potential of a man to be able to seed dreams in a human being
not to seed sperms.
because sperms wouldn't probably grow
but the dreams will...
and in a vast land of imagination and fantasy
we could at least find a peace of mind
this is my promised land
in my bible.
in my bible of love.
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cours d'anglais a volonté
pratique et amélioration garantie!!!
score de toefl ibt 111 sur 120 lol
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i never meant to go
i never meant to fall but i'm only gone
i never meant to go i'm only gone inside my own
some day i'll wake you
some times i'll wait for myself
some day i'll hold you through
tonight i'm alone to go high
tonight i'm alone to go high
tonight i'm alone to go
in state of confusion you made an illusion
state of confusion you made an illusion
it is exciting to be away
feeling you all inside of me
i'm standing here but i'm really gone
you see me as i go
you've been precious to me
i've been blessed in the way
but now i'm falling i'm inside
-a story of discovery-
You would arouse me the way you like Gigi, I have never liked your shoes anyway. He has always been way too retro for a man like me who rips modernity as a term and surely would like to give an other name to what is contemporary; it is me. J. Abes Delavore - call me Skittles, would you?
House; today. I am destined to take a mirror day off. I may allow myself a necessary check-up, a mirror day. Then Frau would cry out loud; arbeite, bitch, arbeite!...The mirror. Here we are once again, I want to touch the freezing glass maybe that could be the satisfaction -a sexual one- that was promised to me in some sort of bible. I won't look into your eyes, don't touch me with your eyes just because I am naked. That could be considered as a rape. But he touches! Stomach ache? Oh, wait! My dick is just hard. Nonsense, this is bestiality. I might as well walk a little and think of my dead aunt in order to hide this shame zone. Walk down the hall.
Then comes the coffe... or the tea? Lord knows how hard it is to be a pisces. All those choices to make, I almost feel like Jesus Christ. Don't you? Sometimes? So whenever I feel divine like that, I call Gigi. I feel Gigi. Gigi tells me what to do and how to do. Doesn't demonstrate a lot, but he sure knows whether to drink darjeeling or jaipur. Me, I only thought of mixing them once. It didn't taste that good. So I prefer to gigi this situation.
I mustn't listen to music when I call him, turn this off. Better dress up, I remember once when I have been accused by a certain Lulu of being a pervert and having a continuous need for corporal exhibition. But I love corporals, soldiers, captains, lieutenants and all that parade. A walk of pride, it is! Isn't it?
-Gigi! You must help me, is it jaipur or darjeeling today?
-Skittles, it is almost noon what have you been doing the whole morning? It is too late for both.
-Really? I think I was overanalysing some important stuff in my head. You know, the usual colpobolezza catolica chéri.
-Oh, this sounds divine. Tell me, did you try the LSD that I gave you? Pancho guaranteed to me that it would bring god from your ceiling down to your floor. I mean, who could have thought?!? God, stuck in the cement of your ceiling. Spanish men are really cultivated. I'd love to have a down-to-earth god, wouldn't you like that?
-That sounds absolutely new age. I stopped being new age at the age of 13 honey. Let's talk about tea Gigi, I really can't choose.
-Listen Skits, I recommend you drink un peu de thé des amants. It really soothes you.
-Well, ok if you say so. Priss says « mrgul » to you, do you two have a secret language or what?
-No, we just happen to understand each other.
-Without words?
-Yes, why not?
-I don't care what you two are up to just tell him to stop the frottage!
-That'd be « brguru »
-Whatever!
-Ciao Skits
-Babay Gigi.
Today I will wear my green boxer. Don't you know that green is good for supporting enviromentalism? I won't even mention how the colour is way too on courant. I have no preoccupation or such to dress myself up à la mode but I love my legs, they deserve a lot more than I do. I know it might sound pretentious, shallow, filled with voluptuous connotations but it is the leg that does the trick for me. Sad parts of body, they suffer. Unfortunately they tire themselves up. Greeks, the ancient ones, loved legs. Haven't you seen Apollo's finely shaved, thin, bronzé legs in a leather sandal? He is so fucking awesome. I mean, his legs.
Priss, oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you? What could possibly all that purr purr and frottage mean? I am not even talking about the grol grol, his sounds are utterly senseless. I am very disappointed in you young siamese twat. Besides whenever polish jazz echoes through the halls of my flat and of my life as well you could hear him sing if you have been a good kid all throughout the year of course...
Ja i ty
Nocne miasta ćmy
Ty i ja
Dziwne miasta dwa
I know this, it is ćmy. Just like a random acquaintance. Say hi then. Go on, don't be shy. Just like my old neighbour in fact, he used to talk to his plants... Such a lovnly man. This is for lonely people who are forced to be lovely, which is leur destiny. Their. I said « their » ok? They just have to equalize their souls, their lives. As a result in my eyes men with weakness, handicap who certainly are filled with fear are to be loved. Loved all over.
I am not working today. Leave your hopes at the door. I am not working for a better place to live, not working for a better community to breathe in, not working. Broken and feeling. Broken BUT feeling. How many days under the shades of your dream have I spent? How many lighthearted volatile love words have you shared? Believe me. You didn't. Some day I will find what you use to see the world from a perspective that is distorted, that is so centered, that is not yet real but concentrated on a single thing. Coitus.
Out of place, into my eyes in mirror once again. Old Mrs. Hangelsan always reminded me of the importance of keeping a good eye contact with the customer. She said,
-It's written in their eyes, their wish. You just can feel it in and fill them a cup of coffee as if it was a dream. Empathy, is the key.
-Leave him alone, Frau! It is his first day, he's a newbie exclaimed Bobo
-Unmoglich, we are not running a starbucks here, we have standards we are Die Jeans Der Gloria, capito Bobo? I don't care about a world in which boys like Skits would end up doing fellatio to strangers, that's why we have coffee houses nowadays... to avoid male prostitution. And I must admit that this job is a delicate and a noble one unlike the others. We serve the community as noble as we can be.
-Have you been reading Memoires of a Geisha again, Frau? It's the fifth time this year, when will you stop imposing litterature on your life?
-When Ich mochte mein Herr, you have to understand the way I am mein Herr.
Birchski was there my first day. All the other days as well.
And he told me;
« You would spread your legs, it'd be like giving birth to a world. A valuable and respectable act of giving your body to me, I mean, sharing. So basically you will spread your legs and inhale insanity, inhale imperfectly against all prayana concepts. You would preferably close your eyes and exhale for me then spread, again. Split. I mean, it's not difficult, really. You can just spread them once and stay that way for a long time. I don't know, read a magazine or something if you are bored. Want to borrow my mp3? As I was saying, then my base chakra would be activated due to continous stimuli caused by your aura and I guess, that's it, I will sodomize you, yes. That's it, that's what we should do. Isn't it the greatest idea ever? Besides it's fun and in the end if you behave we might as well get presents or money for our good intercourse. Who knows maybe you can even become pregnant! Then we can get married or do something similar to that. Some PACS maybe? What do you say? Up for some action? »
In other words, he asked;
Don't trust me but trust your body to me, would you be a perfect sin?
He added as if a promise;
I won't be God, I won't be gone that soon.
He was russian Dr. Birchski, why ski? Because he loved winter and belonged to a group that made some quality chill out music. Nothing like Amon Tobin, more ehnic, more « words and worlds » which I don't understand but that do fascinate me. He looked frightened constantly, because of his fear I assume that he married Mentre Persipalis. That scorpio femme fatale is not somebody to whom you would say enchanté when you first meet. She's a cold hearted raging widow. But I love her s&m ways, she is leather. Born with leather but dénudée par des hommes. Simple revenge? Is that all there is of s&m? No, but I love her eyes. Dreaming of a whip when you were a child? Is that possible Mme Persipalis? Want me to ask that in russian? No, I assume you don't. Have a nice day Mme. Persipalis. Let's drink tea this thursday, shall we? I would be delightened. What? What DID you say Mentre? Are you out of your mind? Tea sessions do not include fisting. That'd be disgusting to do so. No, I do not think your manners are disgusting but I humbly refuse your gentle offer. See you thursday then. Kisses chérie.
It sure was hard to grow middle eastern. Northern eastern? I don't care. He was eastern or somewhere near there. Birchski with henna on his hair and yogi clothes. An abusive mother I would say, a naive father; the birchski family looking like 3 wolves that would conquer the new world in a family photo. Growing into mediterrenaen elite circles, taking their forms. Adapting to their thoughts, changing the most, leaving by side two russian eyes. Fierce and talkative, communicating, piercing, wisdom-less also innocent. This is a psychological case that I guess I have but never had the chance to observe, I give value to insignificant things. I am an adjective machine, serial descriptive personality disorder, SDPD just like Rabelais in fact. Birchski was like that? How was I then? I was awesome in my thirties, walking slowly as if I was going to bump any obstacle or sharp object that'd be in my way I thought it was noble to do so. I am not the kind that waits the prince charming, I'm the kind that the prince who would supposedly be charming would want to be the prince charming, which means I was the prince charming. Well, not that much in fact. I had gained a little bit of weight and my leather pants wouldn't fit me. But I still had the cool looks and I knew that I could pitch every teenager fag in the house. That's why I was slyly smiling in their eyes. Fool's day. Not april fool's but everyday fool's day. This is today, yesterday and now and then the future.
It is when people starved sex that arose love and co. Commitment, devotion, togetherness, couples, marriage, fairy tales, success stories live on the pangaia of sex. Happiness visits the island frequently but not a habitué of some sort, he just comes here for the orgies and cheap champagne.
All my friends were smiling with teeth brushed and bleached regularly, some of them porcelains. Not as friends, but as teeth of friends made of porcelain. Otherwise they are all like dolls, not forced to be porcelaine. I do feel like a collectionist from time to time. Not the producer, just the keeper of a few girly dolls. I can be the shelf, I can be my shelf... Nevertheless I can't be myself. With them especially, isn't it just too cliché? Wearing masks and all that stuff, make-up metaphores and scene related stories, that's more than familiar, that's life, that's the truth that we all admit. But since that day back in my childhood in which I found out an article about the french escargot, I believe that the most accurate metaphore for this situation wouldn't be the « the social chameleon » or « the jumping monkey » but only « the inside snail ». If we just forget about me for a moment and try to talk about you, we would be loosing the mainstream of the story. I know, I don't say particularly anything about you guys and by listening only myself my ego has just tripled its size but I know that this is not real. Communication is not real however I think that the ego is concrete but I still have so many doubts on that subject so no final verdict, find it out yourselves. Communication as an instrument is not real, that's not the way we do it. We; referring to humans. So why the snail? Because whatever the intensity or the rarity of the occasion rising the interaction just remains outside of your shell. Wherever you go, whenever you talk, whenever you listen or whenever you just walk away from them, ignoring the fact is that nothing in the world can reach you %100. There is always a loss due to friction, just like the energy. Vectors of people are their words, slovos would say Burgess but it's rather vulgar. I am inside, not intel inside, vulgar, snailish escargotesque mais pas grotesque. Processor-like life forms may shy away from me, now, remove yourself from my head you filthy idea. Now get a higlighter and underline the words you might see a message hidden or something;
Ego is the only main reality that leads to communication with another reality, another ego. In human interactions that would reach to an orgasm through friction and energy spent, that would be guided by the vector of penis which is vulgar which is inside me and which is filthy. See. I do talk about sex. You just can't see it.
My job at the coffeehouse consisted of serving middle class orgy groups some pre or post-orgasmic joy in the pure form of nicotine. Cigarettes, anyone? Coffee? Me, I don't live in Orgyville, not even close dear. I do believe that I live in an orgyland, that has nothing to do with it, does it? Life sounds like a rollercoaster ride in an amusement park in orgyland, entrance fee? I don't know dear. I guess you just have to be born. This is the price you pay for entering the 10 meter tall walls that surround our world. Here, dear, people eat pink fluffy foodlike things, but they don't take your hunger away. It is just an attraction, like everything else that has been going around. Candyman, sugardaddy, whichever pleases you dear. Wanna ride? So, who's serving the orgies today?
For 8 weeks 5 days and a couple of hours I have been alone. How do you want me to love someone else? I've been talking to myself in my head, sometimes singing, caressing myself with thoughts, taking a bath alone, eating without company... Why do you want me to seek a partner? Why do you expect me to crave and masturbate? I never needed to. I did it because it was fun and it gave me pleasure. Never, mister, never screw with my definitions. Never, mister, never have sex just because it is fun. Personally speaking, I can't enjoy life neither would i approve of somebody else doing it. Perfectly puritan. Has anybody wondered why we were in a perpetual quest for distraction and amusement as if we had nothing else to use to strangle our daily boredom with.
Alvin came to see Priss one day. He was miserable, in need of doux effleurements and some sentimental ronron sessions. It appears that his greek stallion, a poor artist that used way too much red in his paintings was sexually « incompatible » with him. I asked him why this was a problem, not because I believed that a relationship can be handled without sex in complete monogamy but just because I wanted the shameful information in depth in order to recycle in gossip enviroments. Recycling is fun! You should try that, Joanne. As usual Alvin would start his absurd theatre monologue which would totally be irrelevant but could still be considered as a sheer symbolic poetry of 21st century post-productive generations.
Passive means insatiable. The more you give, the more you shrink. You are not a shrink but the more you shrink the more it is harder to fill the hole. The hole is physical, existant, there! Like the bullseye. But the people of the hole are far worse. Once you get in, you can't get out.
As he talked I imagined of a new religion rising. A new sect of an old one would do as well but visualize priests worshipping a big black hole; symbol of life, family, protection and anus. « We want the whole, we want the hole, we just happen to lack a whore tonight, I don't remember what Marcia wore last night but she was tight, so howl! Howl my friends of the hole, united in front of the core. » The preacher ended his discourse as I took a sip from my coffe and started sodomizing one by one the followers, fertility rituals, you know. My theme seemed to be more valuable than just another Ring movie, but not as developed as Tolkien's. I was a bit jealous.
As he talked I imagined butterflies filling the world and a musical act faintly appeared in my mind. Slow sounds then more sounds, penetrating the souls as if they were trying to get to know each other, shaking hands and joining. Dissolving in extreme measures maybe lost is the right adjective, maybe I do feel lost. In time and in space, of contradictory ideas and love one single artifact of power has left. It is for you Rolando to get it back to me. I may die but remember me. Write some kind of lore that the lorekeeper would pass on to his daughter then write a book about this and call it the daugther of the lorekeeper, have some audio support, put it online, I want that ready by tomorrow. That's all gentleman, you may leave the room now. I am glad to have this communal project accepted by all of our comittee members, you would be hearing of us shortly. This would be the a new dawn of sexuality. It is going to be like 60's but more elegant and boozed.
All times are GMT +1. The time now is 08:27 PM.
i regret.
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i believe that people have souls
the same applies to fashion
the human soul finds its expression in fashion
the general on courant is nothing but a vain and restricted approach to that domain
first find your soul.
then your body...
cover it with care!
because it is more fragile than you may ever imagine.
this, my friend, is called the style.
so when i see a guy 19 years old dressed in a suit
i ask myself the question; is this the real you? do you really have to be this way?
you have imitated your parents, ok
you wanted to grow up, ok
you wanted to be posh, ok
and again;
what kind of a person wants to grow up?
who wants to imitate the others?
who craves for material possession?
who seeks fame?
certainly;
one who is not yet grown up
one who has no individuality
one who has no satisfaction in material possessions
one who never had fame
well, then who are you?
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i would love to listen to ravi shankar and make love
try some operas with sex they really excite you
i want each and every one of my senses to be touched when having sex
from touching to hearing
seeing to feeling
smelling to tasting
and the forgotten one; loving.
a great sensualist knows how to become a gourmet
so i am a bit picky when it comes to sex partners
it is not the muscles that do the trick
it is something else
my dreams do ejaculate me
and i believe that it is the highest potential of a man to be able to seed dreams in a human being
not to seed sperms.
because sperms wouldn't probably grow
but the dreams will...
and in a vast land of imagination and fantasy
we could at least find a peace of mind
this is my promised land
in my bible.
in my bible of love.
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cours d'anglais a volonté
pratique et amélioration garantie!!!
score de toefl ibt 111 sur 120 lol
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i never meant to go
i never meant to fall but i'm only gone
i never meant to go i'm only gone inside my own
some day i'll wake you
some times i'll wait for myself
some day i'll hold you through
tonight i'm alone to go high
tonight i'm alone to go high
tonight i'm alone to go
in state of confusion you made an illusion
state of confusion you made an illusion
it is exciting to be away
feeling you all inside of me
i'm standing here but i'm really gone
you see me as i go
you've been precious to me
i've been blessed in the way
but now i'm falling i'm inside
12 Mart 2008 Çarşamba
parts.
1st part
I am no precious wall flower ment to rot in this alley for too long if you know what I mean
Surely you would hate me for outrageously admitting the truth
Yet It has been deliriously exciting hasn't it and unbelievably simply
You would doubt me I guess
Now give me your hand
I wont
Why not Patrick?
I wont betray the sermon if I touch you once It will be twice and thrice if you seem to care about feelings and other fellow men
Cut the crap and take me by your side
Dont play the innocent lady
I wont, I promise, I would be as naughty as possible
Well, there goes a patrick turning into some other man you've desired him to be
Want that? What?
Stop explaining
I never did explain anything I just asked a question
But you didn't answer
Was I chosen to be anwered, it seemed as if the dust in the air would have been a better listener to your words
I don't know my beauty
Take that?
Take what for God's sake?
Answers? Do you really want them?
I don't care
I thought so
Where is it?
Where are your pronouns to begin with?
Questions, too much talking done here I wont be around for couple of weeks
Take that rose
Where?
Inside my mind.
You hung that there, what a nice place to choose
At least it can remain intact and fresh .. . as long as I want it to
-Takes the coat leaves-
Leaving we hear the insider voice of a stranger assumed to be the sound of the male character's interior child: Locked me inside my head, I don't want to fret but the time seems to juggle with my ideas. Bruises, never. But time would do its trick. . . I hope...
Woman does the same trick, she is a little gal;
Play with me. . . Don't play with me but play the violin instead but play. . . the game of hearts.
-Door knocks breaking her thinking, the door opens from outside remains opened and moves slowly as if the woman was invited or set free of the room, it is dark outside of the room-
-she stands up, goes to her destination, door is closed silently by her- zoom up her face and a naughty little smile joining the darkness-
2nd part
darkness
voices can be heard
the place is small
like a cubicle
like a closet
we see from up the woman and the man naked
holding each other
looking at themselves
somewhat dirty, as if they had been closed in there
they look up to us, the watchers
they suffer
and cry . . .
zooming out they become tiny and disappear suddenly.
I am no precious wall flower ment to rot in this alley for too long if you know what I mean
Surely you would hate me for outrageously admitting the truth
Yet It has been deliriously exciting hasn't it and unbelievably simply
You would doubt me I guess
Now give me your hand
I wont
Why not Patrick?
I wont betray the sermon if I touch you once It will be twice and thrice if you seem to care about feelings and other fellow men
Cut the crap and take me by your side
Dont play the innocent lady
I wont, I promise, I would be as naughty as possible
Well, there goes a patrick turning into some other man you've desired him to be
Want that? What?
Stop explaining
I never did explain anything I just asked a question
But you didn't answer
Was I chosen to be anwered, it seemed as if the dust in the air would have been a better listener to your words
I don't know my beauty
Take that?
Take what for God's sake?
Answers? Do you really want them?
I don't care
I thought so
Where is it?
Where are your pronouns to begin with?
Questions, too much talking done here I wont be around for couple of weeks
Take that rose
Where?
Inside my mind.
You hung that there, what a nice place to choose
At least it can remain intact and fresh .. . as long as I want it to
-Takes the coat leaves-
Leaving we hear the insider voice of a stranger assumed to be the sound of the male character's interior child: Locked me inside my head, I don't want to fret but the time seems to juggle with my ideas. Bruises, never. But time would do its trick. . . I hope...
Woman does the same trick, she is a little gal;
Play with me. . . Don't play with me but play the violin instead but play. . . the game of hearts.
-Door knocks breaking her thinking, the door opens from outside remains opened and moves slowly as if the woman was invited or set free of the room, it is dark outside of the room-
-she stands up, goes to her destination, door is closed silently by her- zoom up her face and a naughty little smile joining the darkness-
2nd part
darkness
voices can be heard
the place is small
like a cubicle
like a closet
we see from up the woman and the man naked
holding each other
looking at themselves
somewhat dirty, as if they had been closed in there
they look up to us, the watchers
they suffer
and cry . . .
zooming out they become tiny and disappear suddenly.
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