being down is good

being down...is somehow good...
sometimes
times? they will all end
inevitable
don't run away, accept
at ease

I thought some goth orgy would be the refreshment for the readers :)

Fuck Jul, Fuck Nytår

Dear conformist readers, i would like to say out loud "fuck christmas!"...not because i am not a part of it, because of the fucking closed markets, closed every kinda shit here in sønder-fucking-borg! i dont give a flying fuck about your family-once-in-a-fucking-year reunions or drinking gløgg or whatever damn perversion you are onto...you fucking hypocrites...but oh yes, i give a fuck about the companies who still didnt fucking reply to my applications...fuck you, too! fuck you hard in the ass! you assholes, at least reject me in the first place so i'll know what to do...the whole thing is fucked up man...owww, fuck....so really messed up...shiit...ooh ja, I kan godt kneppe jeres morer...

Neyzen Døkturuyor

ESİR İKEN MÜMKÜN MÜDÜR İBADET

YATIP KALKIP ATATÜRK’E DUA ET

SENİN GİBİ DÜRZÜLERİN YÜZÜNDEN

DİNİNDEN DE SOĞUYACAK BU MİLLET

İŞGALDEKİ HALİ SAKIN UNUTMA

ATATÜRK’E DİL UZATMA SEBEPSİZ

SEN ANANDAN YİNE ÇIKARDIN AMMA

BABAN KİMDİ BİLEMEZDİN ŞEREFSİZ

NEYZEN TEVFİK

Ustad gunumuzde yasayacaki ki..ahhh

embrace nothingness

...time, the concept
person, the subject
watch the experiment
each fucking second, a countdown
...to self-annihilation
embrace nothingness
voices in your head, they tell the truth
you will not be better, everything will not be allright
open up, watch
can you see?
the transcendental of singularity?
you have always been...

find your wall, cry out loud
for the glamorous old days
that have never been

wake up, wake up, wake up
(alarm buzzing)
ignore, ignore, ignore
(someone calling)
pick up, pick up, pick up

all the tiny moments that are in the life
make tiny small plaesurettes
light a cigarette, shot an espresso
inhale mortally

solve your school tasks, be a good boy
maybe a night-out
have some shots, drink some booze
flatter a girl, got rejected
sleep disturbed,
return 0;

The Going on of the Blog

...keeping a blog? what kind of fucked up blog is this? shall we analyse? i don't know. first off i started without a goal, which is quite ok with me, 'cos i hate fucking goals...such as "life goals" and bullcrap...i feel like i owe an apology to the readers for some junk that has been here...that was just because i wanted to keep the blog "colorful, cheerful, easy writing" everyone-else-scheisse...

this blog is stupid a some point, since i dont promote it...(yes i tried some http links for sharing, but i dont see the point anymore)...well it is not being promoted because i want random people to comment, not some other ass-licking-douches to comment just to leave comment...as i said, i barely linked to this blog...also it is 2 years old, my memory can be faulty...

i fucking dont know why the hell i write all these stuff (this blog), since barely someone comments...as i check the statistics of the blog, i am right...either referring sites or rapidshare...fuck the world is cheap, i am corrupted and i killed my fucking neighbor....

is the content for the past or the future? who is reading? 99% possibility no one...

...but rises the same blog...it'll be kept up...no reason; but some "goals":

*i'll author my own articles (if you call them so, shitty fragments of scrap)
*i'll still give more http download links etc....it is because if i listen to an album and have some time to share it, i simply do it...it is nice for all of you cheap people like me to see what i listened to...bah, download or not...anyways those links wont be so many...(i suppose)
*i wont put no more marketing-blog-style picture and easy readings...at least i would say i'll try not to put...the web is full of that crap anyways...

hail satan!
(dear happy woodland christmas critters)

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