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                <title>in the mood</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 13:22:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>Küçük &amp;#304;skender/Turkiye</title>
                <link>http://deadPoete.deviantart.com/journal/12763399/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 06:53:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Allen ginsberg'e<br />
<br />
<br />
OÄlanlardan ve alkolden vaktim arrtÄ±kça seni düÅü-<br />
        nüyorum Türkiye, inan doÄru bu kere yanÄ±lsamam<br />
        ve ruhumun yavÅak zipÄ±rlÄ±ÄÄ±, hiç deÄilse ayÄ±k<br />
        dolaÅamayacak kadar dürüstüm,<br />
<br />
Türkiye, Tarkan öleli çok oldu, artÄ±k onu unut; bu-<br />
        nadÄ± kurt. Playboy'a annemin ciplak resimlerini<br />
        satarak Beyaz Saray'a sÄ±rnaÅmayÄ± düÅlüyorum<br />
        spermi biraz fazla kaçÄ±rdÄ±ÄÄ±mda,<br />
<br />
BeÅ parasÄ±z paraladÄ±ÄÄ±m sokaklarÄ±nda embesillerini<br />
        ve taÅak kalpli aydÄ±nlarÄ±nÄ±n sidik yarÄ±ÅlarÄ±nÄ±<br />
        görüp bol bol osuruyorum, baÅbakanÄ± dinlerken<br />
        televizyon karÅÄ±sÄ±nda ekrana ekmek teknemi aç-<br />
        mak ya da esrar içmek, geÄirmek en büyük mutlu-<br />
        luk bana verdiÄin,<br />
<br />
Otuz bir çekmediÄim gecelerde düÅler kuruyorum se-<br />
        nin hakkÄ±nda, hür hülyalarÄ±mda sana zerre kadar<br />
        yer vermiyorum ama, maalesef ayakta kalÄ±yorsun,<br />
<br />
Sosyal demokrat idiotlarÄ±nÄ±, orospu tavuklarÄ±n<br />
        uÄrak yeri sanat galerilerini, festival sar-<br />
        kaçlarÄ±nÄ±, ölüsevici kültürünün uyanÄ±k tez-<br />
        gâhtarlarÄ±nÄ± ve tezgâhÄ±n altÄ±nda neler dön-<br />
        düÄünü farkedecek kadar sosyalistim,<br />
<br />
Hapsine düÅmedim henüz, o yüzden tam solcu sa-<br />
        yÄ±lmam köle pazarÄ± piyasanda, kÄ±çÄ±na cop<br />
        girdiÄi için Åair olanlardan da deÄilim; eli<br />
        kulaÄÄ±ndadÄ±r tÄ±marhanelerinden birinde tes-<br />
        cilli manyak olmamÄ±n ve koynuna girmediÄim-<br />
        den dorukta sÄ±çanlarÄ±n, o yüzden ibneliÄim<br />
        de test edilip onaylanmadÄ±,<br />
<br />
UyuÅukluklarÄ±yla iktidara peÅkeÅ çekip çaktÄ±r-<br />
        madan, sonnet'leriyle, balad'larÄ±yla köçek-<br />
        leÅen, raconlarÄ± kÄ±yak geçme üzerine kurulu<br />
        mason-ulema tayfanÄ± da tanÄ±rÄ±m, sen de bilir-<br />
        sin ki havlayan it Ä±sÄ±rmaz Türkiye, bak, biz-<br />
        bizeyiz, çekinme, Åu azÄ±nlÄ±klarÄ± ne zaman ke-<br />
        sip kÄ±zartacaÄÄ±z, çok acÄ±ktÄ±m Türkiye,<br />
<br />
NâzÄ±m'Ä±nÄ± severim, buna kÄ±zabilirsin, ama bazÄ±<br />
        -ne demekse- naif Åairlerinin, devlet sanat-<br />
        çÄ±sÄ± olmasÄ±na ve adÄ±nÄ±n iktidar ÅakÅakçÄ±sÄ±<br />
        starlarla bir anÄ±lmasÄ±na dair çabalarÄ±na izin<br />
        verdiÄinden, sana korkunç müteÅekkirim, inti-<br />
        harÄ±mÄ± hÄ±zlandÄ±rÄ±yorsun böylelikle, böylelik-<br />
        le artÄ±yor kirim ve seninle kirimiz, ne gam?<br />
        iyi akÅamlar. Persil Supra.<br />
<br />
Mustafa Suphi, artÄ±k hamsi mi Türkiye, dikkat et,<br />
        balÄ±klarÄ± örgütlemesin,<br />
<br />
Allah'a inanmÄ±yorum, OsmanlÄ±'yÄ±m velhasÄ±l, akÄ±n<br />
        edip Avrupa'ya, toplayip getiremesem de cil-<br />
        lop gibi veletleri, n'apalÄ±m, buradaki lüm-<br />
        pen teen-ager'larla idare ediyorum,<br />
<br />
Türkiye, ayiptÄ±r sormasÄ± ne zaman akÄ±llanacaÄÄ±z;<br />
        Türkiye, KÄ±brÄ±s'Ä±n yakasÄ±nÄ± ne zaman bÄ±raka-<br />
        caÄÄ±z ve ne zaman yaraÅÄ±r olacaÄÄ±z binlerce<br />
        devrim Åehidimize,<br />
<br />
Türkiye, hiç terbiye edinemedim, yeteneÄim bu ka-<br />
        dar; çük kadarken okudum Sabahattin Ali'yi,<br />
        Kafka'yÄ±, Dostoyevski'yi, London'Ä±; Kapital'e<br />
        baÅlayÄ±ÅÄ±m babamla aramÄ±zda çÄ±kan küçük bir<br />
        harçlÄ±k sorununa dayanÄ±r,<br />
<br />
IQ'larÄ±mÄ±zÄ±n düÅük olduÄunu sanmÄ±yorum, peki<br />
        bir eÅek ÅakasÄ± mÄ± bu; köy enstitüleri,<br />
        halk eÄitimler, halkevleri ne ayak; Behice<br />
        Boran, iyi ki unutuldu; iyi oldu, eline<br />
        saÄlÄ±k Türkiye,<br />
<br />
Hasbelkader bir önerim var: CIA, Eurovision'u<br />
        kazanmamÄ±zÄ±, AET'na girmemizi saÄlayamaz<br />
        mÄ± acaba, Åüphesiz, eh benimki de salaklÄ±k,<br />
        haklÄ±sÄ±n Türkiye,<br />
<br />
Bizi milletçe sevmeyenlere ayar oluyorum; aÄÄ±z-<br />
        larÄ±nÄ± burunlarÄ±nÄ± kÄ±rarak onlara medeniyet<br />
        öÄretmek istiyorum Türkiye,<br />
<br />
Ben, sex-shop'larÄ±n, komünist partinin, müslü-<br />
        man demokrat partinin, rock partinin,<br />
        çeÅit çeÅit gay barlarÄ±n açÄ±lmasÄ±nÄ±, askerliÄin<br />
        kaldÄ±rÄ±lmasÄ±nÄ± istiyorum Türkiye; bu top-<br />
        raklarda Nobel, Oscar, LSD, özgürlük ve sik<br />
        anÄ±tlarÄ± görmek istiyorum: kiÅi baÅÄ±na düÅen<br />
        milli gelirden bana ait payÄ± iade ediyorum<br />
        bütün bu harcalamalar adÄ±na sana; hapishane-<br />
        ler, hayvanat bahçeleri, kamplar, tÄ±marhane-<br />
        ler boÅaltÄ±lsÄ±n derhal; ben bütün kentlerin-<br />
        den barÄ±Åla, erdemle, insanlÄ±k haklarÄ±mla ke-<br />
        yiften gebere gebere, Ä±slÄ±k çalarak dolaÅan<br />
        bir seyyah olmak istiyorum; Mandela kötü a-<br />
        dam, d... ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>or..</title>
                <link>http://deadPoete.deviantart.com/journal/12519615/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:08:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "don't ask any further questions, or vatican will send his ninjas"<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>show time folks!</title>
                <link>http://deadPoete.deviantart.com/journal/12390482/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 15:05:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ baby rock on<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>if i could yes i would</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 15:01:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If I could have grown <br />
All upon my own <br />
If I could have grown <br />
I grew <br />
If I could have grew <br />
I do <br />
<br />
If I had a throne <br />
You could call it home <br />
If I cry my tears are yours <br />
To open any frozen doors <br />
<br />
Hey let's do it like we're friends <br />
Let's do it do it <br />
Hey let's do it like we're friends.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>excessive</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 18:45:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Je n'ai pas d'excuse,<br />
C'est inexplicable,<br />
Même inexorable,<br />
C'est pas pour l'extase, c'est que l'existence,<br />
Sans un peu d'extrême, est inacceptable,<br />
<br />
Je suis excessive,<br />
J'aime quand ça désaxe,<br />
Quand tout accélère,<br />
Moi je reste relaxe<br />
Je suis excessive,<br />
Quand tout explose,<br />
Quand la vie s'exhibe,<br />
C'est une transe exquise<br />
<br />
Y'en a que ça excède, d'autres que ça vexe,<br />
Y'en a qui exigent que je revienne dans l'axe,<br />
Y'en a qui s'exclament que c'est un complexe,<br />
Y'en a qui s'excitent avec tous ces "X" dans le texte<br />
<br />
Je suis excessive,<br />
J'aime quand ça désaxe,<br />
Quand tout accélère,<br />
Moi je reste relaxe<br />
Je suis excessive,<br />
Quand tout explose,<br />
Quand la vie s'exhibe,<br />
C'est une transe exquise, (ouais).<br />
<br />
Je suis excessive,<br />
J'aime quand ça désaxe,<br />
Quand tout exagère,<br />
Moi je reste relaxe<br />
Je suis excessive,<br />
Excessivement gaie, excessivement triste,<br />
C'est là que j'existe.<br />
Mmmm, pas d'excuse ! Pas d'excuse !<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>requiem</title>
                <link>http://deadPoete.deviantart.com/journal/11855184/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 13:00:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ requiem pour un con<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>portugal</title>
                <link>http://deadPoete.deviantart.com/journal/11775629/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 15:54:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ maybe one day, <br />
i ll take the bus to portugal.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>99 red baloons</title>
                <link>http://deadPoete.deviantart.com/journal/11057848/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 02:38:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You and I in a little toy shop <br />
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got <br />
Set them free at the break of dawn <br />
'Til one by one they were gone <br />
Back at base, bugs in the software <br />
Flash the message, something's out there <br />
Floating in the summer sky <br />
Ninety-nine red balloons go by <br />
<br />
Ninety-nine red balloons <br />
Floating in the summer sky <br />
Panic bells, it's red alert <br />
There's something here from somewhere else <br />
The war machine springs to life <br />
Opens up one eager eye <br />
Focusing it on the sky <br />
As ninety-nine red balloons go by <br />
<br />
Ninety-nine decisions treat <br />
Ninety-nine ministers meet <br />
To worry, worry, super scurry <br />
Call out the troops now in a hurry <br />
This is what we've waited for <br />
This is it, boys, this is war <br />
The President is on the line <br />
As ninety-nine red balloons go by Ninety-nine dreams I have had <br />
And every one a red balloon <br />
It's all over, and I'm standing pretty <br />
In the dust that was a city <br />
I could find a souvenir <br />
Just to prove the world was here <br />
Here it is, a red balloon <br />
I think of you and let it go<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title> recently</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Nov 2006 06:28:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ recently I ;<br />
<br />
listen to the cinematic orchestre <br />
<br />
watch 1970's almodovar<br />
<br />
study heavily 1950's <br />
<br />
get ready for the bohemian rapsody <br />
<br />
in a viva la muerte kind of mood<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>hey sail' baby..</title>
                <link>http://deadPoete.deviantart.com/journal/10149971/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 07:00:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ don't turn away from love sailor<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Wild at heart is definitely the most romantic movie i've ever seen .. ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>from al green to that very special mr.E</title>
                <link>http://deadPoete.deviantart.com/journal/10076678/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Sep 2006 02:44:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What ever you want babe you know Ä±'ll die for you <br />
You light my day you light up my life too <br />
Nobody but you babe <br />
Nobody but you <br />
Darling ..<br />
I m not in a hurry to explain that you are everything<br />
Ä± can't refrain Ä± can't explain<br />
hold my hand<br />
you light up my life<br />
Ä± want you  in my life <br />
nobody but you babe <br />
can't you see you are eveything Ä± want <br />
everything Ä± need<br />
 you are so beautiful ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>it is pulp and it is in every colors</title>
                <link>http://deadPoete.deviantart.com/journal/10004694/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 00:13:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mia: Don't you hate that? <br />
<br />
Vincent: What? <br />
<br />
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? <br />
<br />
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question. <br />
<br />
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence. ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>what else is on the teaches of peaches?</title>
                <link>http://deadPoete.deviantart.com/journal/9984984/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 05:24:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ huh? what? right. uhh.<br />
<br />
SIS IUD, stay in school coz it's the best<br />
<br />
f.ck the pain away ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>joy division is my division</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:56:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Here, here,<br />
Everything is by design,<br />
Everything is by design.<br />
<br />
Here, here,<br />
Everything is kept inside.<br />
So take a chance and step outside,<br />
Your hopes, your dreams, your paradise.<br />
Heroes, idols cracked like ice.<br />
<br />
Here, here,<br />
Everything is kept inside.<br />
So take a chance and step outside.<br />
Pure frustration face to face.<br />
A point of view creates more waves,<br />
<br />
So take a chance and step outside.<br />
Take a chance and step outside.<br />
Lose some sleep and say you tried.<br />
Meet frustration face to face.<br />
A point of view creates more waves.<br />
<br />
So lose some sleep and say you tried.<br />
Say you tried.<br />
Yeah, lose some sleep and say you tried. ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>trouble maker</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 06:59:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and the trouble is<br />
<br />
and all the weirdos are together ,<br />
<br />
all the freaks are together. <br />
<br />
all the lonely people are together.  <br />
<br />
me, I and myself are not. <br />
<br />
and the trouble is <br />
<br />
and the trouble goes tooooooo...<br />
<br />
me is the weirdo, Ä± is the freak and myself is the lonely one. ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>ferahlik nerde var?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2006 23:38:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ gonzo trash de ferahlÄ±k var. B- movie lerde ve de exploitation movie lerde de, Bir de 50'lerin pin-up'Ä±nda. DeÄil mi ama.. ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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                <title>that obscure object of desire</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Apr 2006 14:37:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and dream about a future that we will be living in a big house with a nice garden and Ä±'ll wear a pair of red shoes and you'll be wearing .. what? diye soruyorum telasla . keskin bir bicak diyor.Ceketimin cebinde olacak. ince kirmizi yaralar açacak sende ve öleceksin. so this is the reflection of his desire to be killed by me.  ve murder=coitus  metaforlarÄ±n renkli dünyasÄ±nda kaybolalÄ±m diyorum. ]]></description>
                <author>~deadPoete</author>
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