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saruman köpek! ! ...

kimse kusura bakmasın ben degilim! ! !

Aşık insan yarım degil yoktur aslında o sevgi onun olmasına baglı bile degildir. aşık insan sadece aşıktır o kadar. aşk bir kesirde açıklana bilecek ne bileyim ben bir tam üç bölü beş aşıgım gibi bir mantıkla açıklanabilecek birşey degildir bence...

kültürünü kaybetmek ama yozlaşmamaya çalışırken yobazlaşmamak da lazım...

Allah rahmet eylesin...
Gerekli gördügü yerlerde ülkesinin istikbali için pekçok düşmanının hayatını sonlandırmıştır.
Bazen keşke bizim ülkenin de yöneticileri onun kadar sağlam iradeli olabilse diyor insan
son çagrısı BİRLİK OLUN

Alfred Hitchcock'un bir kitabıtdı sanırım...

Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end.
Carla was a differnet type, she's the was one who put it in.
Mary was a black girl and I was afraid of a girl like that.
Susan painted pictures sitting down like the Buddah sat.


Rena was a aimless girl, a geographic memory.
Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery.
Ricky had a special way of turning sex into a song.
Camala who couldn't sing, kept the beat and kept it strong.


Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of rap.
Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath.
Sheri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab.
Kathleen's point of view was this, 'Take whatever you can grab.'


Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map.
Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap.
Jeanie had this night club walk that made grown men feel underage.
Mary Ellen who had a son said, 'I must go.' but finally stayed.


Gloria, the last taboo was shattered by her tongue one night.
Meme brought the taboo back and held it up for the light.
Marilyn who knew no shame, was never ever satifisied.
Julie came and went so fast, she didn't even say goodbye.


Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine.
Patty had a house in Houston, shot top syrup in her veins.
Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol.
Catherine was much too pretty, she didn't do that shit at all.
Uh uh, not Catherine.


Pauline thought love was simple, turn it on and turn it off.
Jean-Marie was complicated, like some French film maker's plot.
Jeanna was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight.
Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate.


Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparancy.
Janet wrote bad poetry, in a crazy kind of urgency.
Tonya, turkish, liked to fuck while wearing leather boots.
Brenda's strange obession was for certain vegetables and fruit.


Rowena was an artist's daughter, the deeper image shock her up.
Dee Dee's mother left her father, took his money and his truck.
Debby Ray had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home.
Nina sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone.
Bobbie joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbie-Socks.
Eloise who played guitar, she sang songs about whales and cops.
Terry didn't give a shit, was just a nihilist.
Robin was much more my style, she wrote songs just like this.
Jezabel went forty days drinking nothing but Perriet.
Dinah drove her Chevorlet into the San Francisco Bay.
Judy came from Ohio, she's a Scientologist.
Amaranda, here's a kiss, I chose you to end this list.

güzel hatun!

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yok böyle birşey bu ülkede! ! ! !