kitsch

madalya verilmesi gereken bi meziyettir.misal insanlar burdan taaa oraya nası gidicez ya diye düşünmeselerdi arabayı icad etmezlerdi herhalde.gerçi bana göre burdan taa oraya niye gidesin...duralım isterim ben.tembel insan üretkendir.tembel insanı sevelim koruyalım.

cehennemde yanasıca lime lime olasıca bi takım insanlar böyle saçma sapan ne idüğü belirsiz cümleler kuruyorlar işte.

ama aktarlarda bulabilirsiniz.bi çok ilacın içeriğinde de mevcuttur.

temyiz diye bişey olduğundan kendini kendi savunmaya uzun bi süre daha devam edecektir büyük bi ihtimalle.

şimdiden hiç bir şevketle beraberken kullanılmaması gerektiğini düşündüğüm keyif verici madde olsa gerek.

hem kırgız hem cengizse okunmaması daha hayırlı olabilecek yazardır muhtemelen.

masa hakkında şiir yazan türk milleti maşallah hakkında da sayfalarca yazar diye düşündüren 11 adet saçma fikir.

en küçük boy kareli not defterlerindeki karelerdir burda bahsi geçen kareler.bir zamanlar bir takım liseli kızlar o minicik karelerin içine sevgililerinin ismini yazardı 05 uçlu kalemlerle...muhakkak bir yöntemi vardı bunun,ama ben hiç öğrenemedim.

bu bir adet yb atasözü olarak tarihin tozlu sayfalarında yerini alsın rica ediyorum.

kar kis ve de soguk nedeniyle bu aralar cok sik kullanilmasi muhtemel "makul ve mantikli" cumle.

hep bi sekilde sinirini yerinden oynatmayi basardigim , kicima tekmeyi ne zaman aticagini merak ettigim, ekose etek gunlerinden kalan tek dost.

(bkz: sozluk araciligiyla ayar vermek)

kayra kalk africa dan kurbaga getirdim.yalayalim guzelleselim.

it barks at no-one else but me,
like it’s seen a ghost.
i guess it’s seen the sparks a-flowin,
no-one else would know.
hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down.

sometimes i get overcharged,
that’s when you see sparks.
they ask me where the hell i’m going?
at a 1000 feet per second,

hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down.

hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down.

the breath of the morning,
i keep forgetting
the smell of the warm summer air.
i live in a town
where you can’t smell a thing,
you watch your feet
for cracks in the pavement.

up above, aliens hover
making home movies for the folks back home.
of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits,
drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets.

they’re all...
uptight.

i wish that they’d swoop down, in a country lane,
late at night when i’m driving.
take me onboard their beautiful ship, show me the world as i’d love to see it.
i’d tell all my friends but they’d never believe me
they’d think that i’d finally lost it completely.
i’d show them the stars, and the meaning of life.
they’d shut me away, but i’d be alright.
alright.

i’m just...
uptight!

(bkz: radiohead)

please could you stop the noise, i’m trying to get some rest
from all the unborn chicken voices in my head
what’s there...? (i may be paranoid, but not an android)
what’s there...? (i may be paranoid, but not an android)

when i am king, you will be first against the wall
(with) your opinion which is of no consequence at all
what’s there...? (i may be paranoid, but no android)
what’s there...? (i may be paranoid, but no android)

ambition makes you look pretty ugly
kicking and squealing gucci little piggy
you don’t remember
you don’t remember
why don’t you remember my name?
off with his head, man
off with his head, man
why don’t you remember my name? i guess he does...

rain down, rain down
come on rain down on me
from a great height
from a great height... height...
rain down, rain down
come on rain down on me
from a great height
from a great height... height...
rain down, rain down
come on rain down on me

whats this sir?
you’re leaving
the crackle of pigskin
the dust and the screaming
the yuppies networking
the panic, the vomit
the panic, the vomit
god loves his children, god loves his children, yeah!

a heart that’s full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won’t heal.
you look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don’t, they don’t speak for us.
i’ll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
silent silence.

this is my final fit,
my final bellyache,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

i’m on a roll,
i’m on a roll this time
i feel my luck could change.

kill me sarah,
kill me again with love,
it’s gonna be a glorious day.

pull me out of the aircrash,
pull me out of the lake,
i’m your superhero,
we are standing on the edge.

the head of state has called for me by name
but i don’t have time for him.
it’s gonna be a glorious day!
i feel my luck could change.

pull me out of the aircrash,
pull me out of the lake,
i’m your superhero,
we are standing on the edge.

we are standing on the edge.

transport, motorways and tramlines,
starting and then stopping,
taking off and landing,
the emptiest of feelings,
disappointed people, clinging on to bottles,
and when it comes it’s so, so, disappointing.

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
let down and hanging around.

shell smashed, juices flowing
wings twitch, legs are going,
don’t get sentimental,
it always ends up drivel.
one day, i’m gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction,
hysterical and useless
hysterical and

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
let down and hanging around.

let down,
let down,
let down.

you know, you know where you are with,
you know where you are with,
floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back
and one day, i’m gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction, [you know where you are,]
hysterical and useless [you know where you are,]
hysterical and [you know where you are,]

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
let down and hanging around.

karma police
arrest this man
he talks in maths
he buzzeslikeafridge
he’s like a detuned radio.

karma police, arrest this girl
her hitler hairdo
is making me feel ill
and we have crashed her party

this is what you get
this is what you get
this is what you get..
when you mess with us.

karma police
i’ve given all i can
it’s not enough
i’ve given all i can
but we’re still on the payroll.

this is what you get
this is what you get
this is what you get..
when you mess with us.

for a minute there...
i lost myself.. i lost myself
phew for a minute there,
i lost myself.. i lost myself