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                <title>19fist</title>
                <link>http://serayoz.deviantart.com/journal/14803949/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 17:32:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
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karar verdim, ayrÄ±ldÄ±m.<br />
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1 ay geÃ§ti.<br />
yeni bi' tane buldum.<br />
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_____________________________bu bir kare deÄildir.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>dear boss</title>
                <link>http://serayoz.deviantart.com/journal/13791689/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 07:07:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
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fak yo!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~serayoz</author>
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                <title>31032007</title>
                <link>http://serayoz.deviantart.com/journal/12417010/</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 13:33:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you might say that you need me no more<br />
you might say that we've been here before<br />
you might say we got no place to go<br />
but i say<br />
you might say that the river has run dry<br />
you might say that we're living a lie<br />
you might say that we don't want to try<br />
you might say that it's over<br />
but i say<br />
please<br />
please<br />
i say<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~serayoz</author>
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                <title>çilekli süt</title>
                <link>http://serayoz.deviantart.com/journal/12157769/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 14:45:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ kuru kuru sev beni<br />
agzimdan op beni<br />
doya doya tat beni<br />
alsan da dunyayi karsina<br />
bir-an-da<br />
bile bile tersine<br />
dondur bu alemi<br />
kafam bombos vur beni<br />
ciksa da ruhum burnumdan<br />
sana ne<br />
ara beni boya beni<br />
kara kara dusun beni<br />
gel bulalim dibini<br />
alsan da dunyayi karsina<br />
bir-an-da<br />
asik oldum ben sana<br />
doyamadim tadina<br />
hadi artik don bana<br />
alsan da dunyayi karsina<br />
bir-an-da<br />
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17 mart peyote, neden evdeyim sanki...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>çizi</title>
                <link>http://serayoz.deviantart.com/journal/11748122/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 14:05:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ paranoya <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~serayoz</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
                <link>http://serayoz.deviantart.com/journal/9721131/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Aug 2006 04:49:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Vincent Malloy is seven years old <br />
He's polite and always does as he's told <br />
For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice <br />
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price <br />
<br />
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats<br />
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats<br />
There he could reflect on the horrors he has invented and wander dark hallways alone and tormented <br />
<br />
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him <br />
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum <br />
He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie <br />
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie <br />
So that he and his horrible zombie dog <br />
could go searching for victims in the London fog <br />
<br />
His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime <br />
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time<br />
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go"<br />
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe. <br />
<br />
One night while reading a gruesome tale <br />
he read a passage that made him turn pale <br />
Such horrible news he could not survive <br />
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive <br />
<br />
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead<br />
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed<br />
His mother sent Vincent off to his room <br />
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom<br />
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life<br />
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife. <br />
<br />
While alone and insane incased in his doom <br />
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room <br />
She said, "If you want, you can go out and play<br />
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day." <br />
<br />
Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak <br />
the years of isolation had made him quite weak<br />
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:<br />
"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again." <br />
<br />
His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead <br />
These games you play are all in your head <br />
You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy<br />
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy<br />
You're seven years old, and you are my son <br />
I want you to get outside and have some real fun." <br />
<br />
Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall<br />
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall <br />
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak <br />
His horrored insanity had reached its peak <br />
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave <br />
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave <br />
<br />
She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demands <br />
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands<br />
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams<br />
swept his mad laughter to terrified screams <br />
<br />
To escape the badness, he reached for the door <br />
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor <br />
His voice was soft and very slow <br />
As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe: <br />
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor <br />
Shall be lifted...Nevermore."<br />
<br />
<br />
[Written by Tim Burton] ]]></description>
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