tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14659424279572287892009-07-10T17:38:26.461+03:00did He smile His work to see ?did He who made the lamb make thee?yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-42227674131223007132009-07-10T17:37:00.000+03:002009-07-10T17:38:26.472+03:00Mors slopebit et natora cum resurget creatura judicanti responsuraRex tremendae majestatis,<br />Qui salvandos salvas gratis,<br />Salve me, fons pietatis.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-4222767413122300713?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-26840570677711779972009-05-24T23:34:00.010+03:002009-06-07T15:11:27.094+03:00asetonla çıkar mı?<embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/6/7/2468976/2%20Curlies%20-%20Simdilik%20Dayanamiyorum.mp3" autostart=false loop=false height=62 width=144 controls="console"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-2684057067771177997?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-35247527682865314372009-04-10T00:05:00.002+03:002009-04-10T00:10:06.795+03:00frontier psychiatrist 3mavi sevimsiz bir renktir. Kısmet yeni tekerlekler keşfetmekmiş. evsiz çocuklar tarafından negatif suçlamalara maruz kalan sarhoşlar parlak denize beni attılar. gece bardağın yarısı boştu. sessiz şekerler, kişiliksiz deriler ve zararlı zürafalar birleşti. hava sıcakken tam bir işkence olan haritaya bakma işi yine benim başıma kaldı. sudan çıktım ve ağacın altında kırmızı suratlı bir utangaç oturuyordu. küpelerimi çıkarttım, gitmesin diye dua ettim ama gözlüklerimi kaybetmiştim. çok eğlenceliydi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-3524752768286531437?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-71126567873246062202009-04-09T23:57:00.003+03:002009-04-10T00:05:02.274+03:00frontier psychiatrist 2bin ejderha nazar boncuklarını unuttu. yağmurun yağdığı bir gün piyango normal şanslılara vurdu. negatif ucu kedileri hedef alan elmalar evli olan onu ve ancak dört büyüteçle görülebilecek olan sınırları zorladılar. gözleri üç yüz altmış beş gün açık olan sustu, bir çeşit kaçamak! en yakın ortağı ceketine kereviz döktü ve manzaraya bakarak iki defa küfretti. gereksiz gümüşleri toplayan ve ilişkilerde sıkıcı taraf olan beceriksiz insan mesajı anlamadı. bir uçak geçti. parfümü takip etti, çay içti ve kırtasiyeden bir silgi aldı.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-7112656787324606220?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-42490802510258966352009-03-18T22:54:00.001+02:002009-03-18T22:57:06.995+02:00criminally insaneIs Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill<br />Is Dexter ill today, Mr Kirk, Dexter's in school<br />I'm afraid he's not, Miss Fishborne<br />Dexter's truancy problem is way out of hand<br />The Baltimore County school board have decided to expel<br />Dexter from the entire public school system<br />Oh Mr Kirk, I'm as upset as you to learn of Dexter's truancy<br />But surely, expulsion is not the answer!<br />I'm afraid expulsion is the only answer<br />It's the opinion of the entire staff that Dexter is criminally insane<br /><br />That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic,<br />That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic<br />That boy needs therapy<br /><br />Lie down on the couch! What does that mean?<br />You're a nut! You're crazy in the coconut!<br />What does that mean? That boy needs therapy<br />I'm gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy<br />Grab a kazoo, let's have a duel<br />Now when I count three<br />That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy<br />He was white as a sheet<br />And he also made false teeth<br /><br />Avalanches is above, business continues below<br />Did I ever tell you the story about<br />Cowboys! M-M-midgets, the Indians and, Fron, Frontier Psychiatrist<br />I... I felt strangely hypnotized<br />I was in another world, a world of 20.000 girls<br />And milk! Rectangles, to an optometrist, the man with the golden eyeball<br />And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin<br />I promise my girlfriend I'd, the violin, violin, violin ...<br /><br />Frontier Psychiatrist!<br /><br />Can you think of anything else that talks, other than a person?<br />A-a a-a-a-a, a bird? Yeah!<br />Sometimes a parrot talks<br />Hello hello hello hello<br />Ha ha ha ha ha !!!!<br />Yes, some birds are funny when they talk<br />Can you think of anything else?<br />Um, a record, record, record !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-4249080251025896635?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-37896511436016800442009-03-08T01:47:00.003+02:002009-03-08T01:57:56.550+02:00frontier psychiatristbin mavi ejderha sevimsizce nazar etti. kısmet şu ki yağmur yeni yağdı.<br />piyango biletini çekip bir tekerleğin izlediği rotaya girmek normal evlere şans getirebilir ama çocuk negatif bir suçlama karşısında da şaşırabilir.<br />kedileri sarhoş eden elma kokusu parlak parlak birbiri ile evli yıldızları denizin üzerinde yakalar. ne o ne ben bunu anlar.<br />dört gece büyüteç yerine bardak kullanarak sınırları çizdim, gözümde sesler büyüdü.<br />şekerlerden kaçan keşişler 365 gün deri ceket giyerler.<br />ortak bir zarar vermek üzere anlaşan kerevizler zürafalara gidip manzara hakkında yorum yaptılar.<br />gereksiz sıcaklarda eriyen gümüşler haritalarla defineler arasında bir ilişki kurdu. su, bu sıkıcı kırmızı durumu daha da beceriksiz ve utangaç birinin ellerine düşmekten kurtardı.<br />mesajım ağaçlara: "uçakları sevmeyin!". küpelerinize parfüm sıkın, dua etmeden çay içmeyin, gözlüksüz silgi kullanın. eğlenceli olabilir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-3789651143601680044?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-83751609021862717472009-03-01T19:57:00.003+02:002009-03-01T20:02:43.142+02:00requisites of sanity<span><span class="txt_1">you'd better hope and pray that you wake one day in your own world<br /> because when you sleep at night they don't hear your cries in your own world<br /> only time will tell if you can break the spell back in your own world<br /> </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-8375160902186271747?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-50472020980768723432009-02-27T21:17:00.003+02:002009-02-27T22:00:39.872+02:00Kaç Gecedir Yemyeşil Her YerYavru merdivenden aşağıya doğru indi, daha doğrusu hopladı, her basamak boyunun iki katıydı: Önce ön patilerini alt basamağa indirdi, sonra arkasını hop diye aşağıya aldı; ön patiler, sonra hop. Giriş katını inceledi, kendisine sunulan konserve mamayı geri çevirdi, sonra miyavlayarak tuvalet kutusu istediğini anlattı. Tahta talaşlarını istemedi, yırtılmış gazeteleri, başka bir şey yoksa ne yapalım der gibi müşkülpesent bir tavırla kabul etti. Başka bir şey yoktu: Dışarıdaki toprak tamamen buz tutmuştu.<br />Konserve kedi maması yemeyi reddetti. Yemeyecekti işte. Ben de onu ıstakoz çorbası ve tavukla besleyecek değildim. Dana kıyması üstünde uzlaşmaya vardık.<br />Yiyecek konusunda bekar bir gurme kadar güç beğenir oldu hep. Yaşlandıkça da daha beter oluyor. Henüz yavruyken bile duyduğu rahatsızlığı, keyfi ya da naletlikte direnme kararlılığını yediği, yarım yamalak yediği veya yemediği şeylerle anlatabiliyordu. Yeme alışkanlığı etkili bir dil.<br />...<br />Anneleriyle yedi sekiz hafta kalan kedi yavruları rahatça yemek yiyorlar ve güvenliler. Ama o kadar ilginç değiller tabii.<br />Bu kedi yavruyken asla yatağın dışında uyumadı. Ben yatağa girinceye kadar bekler sonra üstümde dolaşıp yer beğenirdi. Yatağın iyice içine girer, ayakucuma gider, omzuma yerleşir ya da yatağın altına sokulurdu. Aşırı hareket ettiğimde, rahatsızlığını belli ederek öfkeyle yer değiştirirdi.<br />Yatağı düzeltirken istifini bozmaz, yerinden çıkmazdı; battaniye ile çarşaf arasında memnuniyetle, bazen saatlerce kalır, küçücük bir kabartı gibi görünürdü. Okşadığınızda kabartı mırıldar ve miyavlardı. Ancak mecbur kalınca dışarı çıkardı.<br />Kabartı yatağın içinde hareket eder, kenara gelince durakladı. Yere doğru kayarken heyacanlı bir mır sesi duyulduğu da olurdu. Saygınlığı zedelendiğinden alelacele yalanır, ateş püsküren sarı gözler, gülme gafletinde bulunanlara çevrilirdi. Sonra her bir tüyüne kadar kendinin farkında , sahne ortasına ilerlerdi.<br />Müşkülpesent bir edayla, zor zahmet yemek yeme zamanı. Tuvalet kutusu zamanı, zerafetle yapılan bir iş. Açık bej rengi kürkü düzeltme zamanı. Bir de oyun zamanı, asla sırf oynamak için değil, ancak seyredildiği zaman.<br />Kendinin mağrurca farkındaydı, güzellikten başka özelliği olmayan bir kız gibi: Hep içindeki kameraya göre poz veren beden ve yüz, maske gibi yapmacık bir duruş: Bakın ben buyum işte, saldırgan göğüsler, hep hayranlarını arayan, gülmeyen, düşmanca bakan gözler.<br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-5047202098076872343?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-74942780146331452472009-01-03T13:55:00.004+02:002009-01-03T14:02:39.610+02:00dünyanın sonu sadece insanlar için midir?dünyanın son günü / güneşli bir kış sabahı / herkes normal / işinde gücünde / bu şaşırtıcı kabullenmişlik aile içi tartışmalara yol açıyor / neden kimse panik olmuyor? / belki de bilim adamları hesaplarında bir yanlışlık yaptı dünyanın sonu bugün değil? / kardeş " saçmalama binlerce bilim adamı...olsa olsa bir kaç saat yanılmışlardır hesaplarında" diyor. / tsunami ya da deprem falan olacak herhalde / e o zaman yazlığa gidelim / şehirde hayatta kalmak zor olur / orda olur da sağ kalırsak en azından balık tutarız sebze meyve yeriz / çantalar hazırlanır / matematik testi almamız lazım anneme göre / insanlık bizimle devam edecek olursa sonraki nesillere matematik anlatmak gerek / unutabiliriz / yolculuk başlar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-7494278014633145247?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-86555370726468355092008-11-30T13:22:00.002+02:002008-11-30T13:26:06.133+02:00Shake that devil!That dog had its way with me<br />Shake that dog out of the tree<br />Shake that dog right out of me<br /><br />That bird came at me with a knife<br />Told me she wanted my life<br />Shake that bird out of the tree, so that everyone can see<br />Shake that bird right out of me<br /><br />That pig took everything i had<br />That pig made me feel so bad<br />Shake that pig out of the bush, now lets give that pig a push<br />Shake that pig right out of me<br /> <br />Shake that devil<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-8655537072646835509?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-2806000427668123022008-11-06T21:06:00.001+02:002008-11-06T21:06:53.974+02:00lucifer qui mane oriebarisLucifer son of the morning, I'm gonna chase you out of earth!<br />I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earth!<br />I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-280600042766812302?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-54927883790754823402008-10-28T20:29:00.000+02:002008-10-28T20:32:00.942+02:00Beggin'allahım kör et beni, allahım kör et beni<br />aksın göz nurum aksın, bundan böyle kör baksın<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-5492788379075482340?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-59183179321356641772008-10-26T11:50:00.001+02:002009-02-27T21:16:13.692+02:00Vampir bir pire tarafından ısırılıyorum!Bu siteye erişim Diyarbakır 1. Sulh Ceza Mahkemesi 20.10.2008 tarih ve 2008/2761 sayılı kararı gereği engellenmiştir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-5918317932135664177?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-15087909889587538942008-10-21T23:20:00.002+03:002008-10-21T23:24:42.745+03:00Deli Romalılar! Salaklar! // ils sont fous ces romains!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhDRNM1HN34/SP45wMy8J5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/PuytxiXMWNA/s1600-h/Obelix.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhDRNM1HN34/SP45wMy8J5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/PuytxiXMWNA/s200/Obelix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259704915046705042" border="0" /></a>Dikkatli Olun! Romalı Devriyeler Geliyor! Tutatis Adına! Belonos Adına! Jüpitey Adına Galyalılay! Aleya Jacta Eft! Bu Romalılar Kafayı Yemiş! Bu Romalılar Kafayı Yemiş! Bu Kadayı da Fadla neden hep biz Yomalı Oluyoruz?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-1508790988958753894?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-36021539803068941332008-10-13T11:00:00.000+03:002008-10-13T11:00:00.949+03:00Where the Wild Things are<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhDRNM1HN34/SPJOIlxuAGI/AAAAAAAAALE/_b_Gd7I2B_k/s1600-h/wherethewild.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhDRNM1HN34/SPJOIlxuAGI/AAAAAAAAALE/_b_Gd7I2B_k/s200/wherethewild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256349624581357666" border="0" /></a><br />But the wild things cried, " Oh please don't go-<br />we'll eat you up-we love you so!"<br />And Max said, "No!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-3602153980306894133?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-38877326848607250752008-10-12T21:51:00.001+03:002008-10-12T21:58:32.811+03:00ya evde yoksan?sabahlara kadar içsek sevişsek<br />ne ben işe gitsem ne sen ayılsan<br />derin bir uykunun dibine düşsek<br />içim ürperiyor<br />ya evde yoksan?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-3887732684860725075?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-77192659233194792942008-09-25T23:06:00.001+03:002008-09-25T23:08:28.668+03:00cat haiku<p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">You never feed me.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> That will sure show you.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">You must scratch me there!</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Yes, above my tail!</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Behold, elevator butt.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">The rule for today:</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Touch my tail, I shred your hand.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> New rule tomorrow.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">In deep sleep hear sound</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> cat vomit hairball somewhere</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> will find in morning.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">Grace personified.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> I leap into the window.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> I meant to do that.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">Blur of motion, then --</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> silence, me, a paper bag.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> What is so funny?</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">The mighty hunter</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Returns with gifts of plump birds --</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> your foot just squashed one.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">You're always typing.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Well, let's see you ignore my</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> sitting on your hands.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">My small cardboard box.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> You cannot see me if I</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> can just hide my head.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">Terrible battle.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> I fought for hours. Come and see!</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> What's a 'term paper?'</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">Small brave carnivores</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Kill pine cones and mosquitoes,</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Fear vacuum cleaner</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">I want to be close</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> to you. Can I fit my head</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> inside your armpit?</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">Wanna go outside.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Oh, poop! Help! I got outside!</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Let me back inside!</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">Oh no! Big One</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> has been trapped by newspaper!</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Cat to the rescue!</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;">Humans are so strange.</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> Mine lies still in bed, then screams;</span> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:-1;"><br /> My claws are not that sharp.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-7719265923319479294?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-45379486912838110652008-09-17T13:15:00.004+03:002008-09-17T13:24:27.134+03:00hello skippy squirrels and hello little bunny rabbits!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NhDRNM1HN34/SNDa1D4TK4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/WhWRn_yIq2M/s1600-h/Piggyqueen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NhDRNM1HN34/SNDa1D4TK4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/WhWRn_yIq2M/s200/Piggyqueen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246934170995993474" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="quote-content">Squirrels are the Devil's Oven Mitts!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-4537948691283811065?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-19866700427614860852008-08-11T11:24:00.002+03:002008-08-11T11:28:56.837+03:00pobre diablaPobre diabla,<br />me han dicho que te han visto por la calle vagando.<br />Llorando por un hombre que no vale un centavo.<br />Pobre diabla, llora por un pobre diablo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-1986670042761486085?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-7486961546363457782008-07-20T13:57:00.006+03:002008-07-21T16:49:44.363+03:00Fiah fi di man // room number 124I rise each day<br />to yet another shock<br />from dis alarm clock culture.<br />And I miss de sound<br />of mi big red cock<br />as him beat him chest<br />and crow welcome song<br />to de sun<br />from de fowl s--t covered<br />guava tree pon de hillside.<br /><br />And de snooze button allow me five minute<br />more to dream bout ackee and breadfruit.<br />Den I get up and eat a bagel<br />and worry bout mi love handle.<br /><br />Six layers a clothes<br />and termal drawers<br />and I still cold.<br />Another bridge mean more toll.<br />And de golden ruleis alternate-side parking.<br /><br />And as de belly get fat<br />many tings bout Yard dat<br />used to be just a mere inconvenience<br />start to look like major incompetence.<br />Unscheduled power cut<br />daily<br />water lock off<br />bank pon short staff cause<br />the morning was a little bit rainy.<br />Few telephones<br />dat's just how it is<br />yet everyone know<br />everyone else business.<br /><br />Well I live in mi building for five years now<br />and mi neighbours dem still don't know me.<br />But solace come from anonymity.<br />And every time I bite de apple<br />de apple swallow me.<br /><br />So dem force me to buy<br />a piece of the FBI<br />CIA investment pie.<br />And dem give me a W2<br />form in lieu<br />of a receipt.<br />So now I'm funding a plot<br />to get God shot<br />or someting like dat.<br /><br />De Korean polish him apples dem clean<br />and arrange dem in stacks of red, gold and green.<br />say him want Rasta to feel welcome. Seen?<br /><br />Still I yearn for de breeze<br />from de Natty Bay sea<br />as it cool down de sweat pon me back<br />Long to feed dry coc'nut to mi cock.<br />So I dilly<br />and I dally<br />and I wonder<br />how much longer<br />I can philander<br />Cause each time I bite de apple<br />it swallow a piece of me<br />Still it hard to love de fruit<br />if I never did climb de tree.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-748696154636345778?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-75812924893888742582008-06-03T11:23:00.002+03:002008-06-03T11:26:07.182+03:00Okşşama dedim okşşşama tsersem seniauuGrrriii birr gökyüzü grrriii<br />Yauumurr yaııyorrr sabiauhhtann<br />Sabiauhhtann brrriii<br /><br />Ciaummmlarrda pırr pırr pırr<br />Kelebek grrrrdeşşş<br />Kaniautttları sssuuu tsuuu tssuuu<br />Çikarmiauular benii khhrettsin<br />Uçmauu diyou uçmauu tsssahibim<br />Uçmauuuuts pırrr diye cicii cicii akıllıyyauu<br />Akıllıyyauu altaıncı kat keditssssiii<br /><br />Isssslanmadannn ısssslanmadannn çıkıcaummm şşşteee<br />Tssaçak tsssaçak altlarındaauunn<br />Mrrrandevum vaurr tasaalak seniauu<br />Okşşama dedim okşşşama tsersem seniauu<br />Pırr pırrr pırr ciaummmlarrda tsen al kuşşş grrrdeşşş<br />Miardivennnlere brrrıaaakk brrrıaaakk beniauu<br />Anlamiauuu khhhpe haulau tsüüüütt veriyauu<br /><br />Grrriii birr gökyüzü grrriii<br />Yaumurr yaııyorr sabiauhhtan<br />Sabiauhhtan brrriii...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-7581292489388874258?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-66540428577316260132008-05-28T11:20:00.003+03:002008-05-28T11:35:01.978+03:00Somewhere over the rainbowCover your head with a yellow hat because Tristan Tzara didn’t cover his head with one in 1916, 1918, 1919 and 1920.<br /><br />Wear a violet coat because Jean-Paul Sartre,who said it hasn’t been sufficiently noted that the constructions, paintings and poem-objects of Surrealism were the manual realization of sterilities by which the sceptics of the Third Century B.C. justified their perpetual “epoche”. After which, Carneades and Philo, sure of not compromising themselves by an imprudent adherence, lived like everybody else. In the same way, the Surrealists, once the world is destroyed and miraculously preserved by its destruction, can shamelessly give full play to their immense love of the world never wore one.<br /><br />Wear red gloves because fifteen years ago I was blamed by a Japanese Communist for not painting a red flag.<br /><br />Wear orange pants because Circumference = 2 π r<br /><br />Wear green socks because the area of the circle = π r ²<br /><br />Put on blue shoes<br /> but π=3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582<br /> 097494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808<br /> 6513282306647093844609550582231725359408128481117450284<br /> 1027019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334<br /> 46128475648233786783165271201909145648566923460348610454<br /> 3266482133936072602491412737245870066063155881748815209<br /> 2096282925409171536436903600113305305488204665213841469<br /> 51941511609433057270365759591953092186117381932611793105<br /> 11854807446237996274956735188575272489122793818301194912<br /> 98336733624406566430860213949463952247371907021798609437<br /> 027705392171762931767523846748184676694051320065681271452<br /> 6356082778577134275778960917363717872146844090122495343014<br /> 6549585371050792279689258923542019956112129021960863554<br /> 41911971602977461130996051870721134999999837297804995105<br /> 9731732816096318475024459455 ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-6654042857731626013?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-1995872214516701842008-05-26T11:00:00.000+03:002008-05-26T11:00:00.677+03:00Who still considers himself very likeableXVI<br /><br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br />howl howl howl howl howl howl howl howl<br /><br /><br />Who still considers himself very likeable<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-199587221451670184?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-23370623608397298402008-05-25T11:00:00.000+03:002008-05-25T11:00:00.766+03:00You're deviatingXV<br /><br />DADA is not a doctrine to be put into practice: Dada - is for lying: a successful business. Dada gets into debt and doesn't live on its well-filled wallet. The good Lord created a universal language, that's why people don't take him seriously. A language is a utopia. God can allow himself not to be successful: so can Dada. That's why the critics say: Dada goes in for luxuries, or Dada is in rut. God goes in for luxuries, or God is in rut. Who's right: God, Dada or the critic?<br />"You're deviating," a charming reader tells me.<br />- No no, not at all! I simply wanted to reach the conclusion: Subscribe to Dada, the only loan that doesn't pay.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-2337062360839729840?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465942427957228789.post-52172548149593673982008-05-24T11:00:00.000+03:002008-05-24T11:00:01.031+03:00to be the editorial office and the bathroom of God who every day takes a bath in us in company with the cesspool clearerXIV<br /><br />To "prettify" life in the lorgnette - a blanket of caresses - a panoply with butterflies - that's the life of life's chambermaids.<br /><br />To sleep on a razor and on fleas in rut - to travel in a barometer - to piss like a cartridge - to make faux pas, be idiotic, take showers of holy minutes - be beaten, always be the last one - shout out the opposite of what the other fellow says - be the editorial office and the bathroom of God who every day takes a bath in us in company with the cesspool clearer - that's the life of dadaists.<br /><br />To be intelligent - respect everyone - die on the field of honour - subscribe to the Loan - vote for So-and-So - respect for nature and painting - to barrack at dada manifestations - that's the life of men.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1465942427957228789-5217254814959367398?l=whywehere.blogspot.com'/></div>yasuyaksuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08290704308869000347noreply@blogger.com0