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Dad's Choking On My Vomit His Semen

(2016)

 

Soul

 

Pedophilic Torturer

 

Escapeless

 

The Father In Me

 

Sadness

 

Bourgeois Beleaguered II

 

 

 

 

Children's Suicide Music: ((Ritual Of (Love) Is The Key))

(2015)

 

Inwardia

 

Lovegate

 

Antimaster Keys

 

Darkness Always Prevails

 

Loveath

 

In The Underground

 

 

 

 

You Jewish Bastards

(2015)

 

Hitler Rape

 

Extreme Art

 

Kill Nigger

 

The Neo Nazis

 

Estrogen Whoremone

 

 

 

 

Kaos Garden: Burn The Homeless

(2015)

 

Kaos I: Burning Swastika Cleansing

 

Kaos II: Set Fire To Poor People

 

Kaos III: Armenian Genocide Is Amazing

 

Kaos IV: Rats Flock Into The Temple

 

Kaos V: Serve Women

 

Kaos VI: Moronic Murks

 

Kaos VII: The Weak Bore

 

Kaos VIII: Child Molesting Rapist Murderer

 

Kaos IX: I Despise Niggers

 

Kaos XI: I Raped Her Again and Again

 

Kaos XII: Arab Filth

 

Kaos XIII: Torture Faggots

 

Kaos XIV: You Wish You Were Me

 

 

 

 

Shoot On Mom's Corpse

(2014)

 

Not Alone

 

Bu Hayat Beni Yıktı

 

Yaptığım Herşey

 

Adana Story With Somebody Old

 

D'être la Mère et son Fils

 

Bourgeois Beleaguered

 

 

 

 

Kill Your Repulsive Child

(2014)

 

Follow The Jester

 

Ode I

 

Ode II

 

Ode III

 

The Nauseous

 

Faraways

 

Love Your Family Like They Fucked

 

 

 

 

Fountain Of Uncertianty

(2013)

 

Ovulation

 

Fertilization

 

 

 

 

Dad's Choking On My Vomit His Semen Lyrics

 

Soul

 

There are ways in which I choose to document my sadness. One of them being my shaky hands, There are ways, in which I lose my madness, No one should trust his or her soul. There are damp rooms inside the mind, Which give way to utter darkness, Which spreads to the body, Which rather not be. Black is the thinking. Bleak is the shaking. The roots of body lie in soul. Why try experiment with it? There are ways, in which I choose to limit my sadness, One of them being this, There are ways, in which I act out my madness, Nothing should stand between you and your fear.

 

 

Pedophilic Torturer

 

Those who are denied their childhoods, end up forever children. I am forever. I am forever a child of uncertainty. I am forever a child and if you dig deep enough, You will find this kid that is the basis of me. You can offend and hurt it easily, and if it had the chance it would skin you alive and bathe you in salt. I am talented and think very deeply but who cares? The only thing constant, relentless and deep thinking reward is the eventual understanding that you are no different than a pedophilic torturer. Same as those sand niggers and all the disgusting people torturing each other in streets and public places. Authoritarian in other realms through, like in the workplace and social mobsterism. In "acceptable" forms. Everybody is such mobsters, it is impossible to live. I quit Turkey to quit all the hideousness to Canada to escape all the hideousness to go back to Turkey and escaped all the hideousness to go to England and probably will do the same until my father's money runs out. I don't know if I was well prepared for this world, I just really don't want to live or be a part of anything than a voice in these albums.

 

 

Escapeless

 

Escape is an illusion. Whenever you feel like escaping, it is the will to escape from this existence. Whichever part of town, or country or the world you escape to is a temporary feeling of idealized death. Existence is a prison, and yes I have seen the good days, I have seen amazing days… Life hasn't always been this way. I refuse to feel good in this stupid world. It is not mere depression like you petty bastards like to simplify it into, it is something else. You bastards simplify everything, like when you say it is the fault of niggers, fault of muslims, fault of racists, fault of leftists, fault of white people, fault of multiculturalism, fault of "thinking too much". Even best friends blow it off saying "oh just listen to some songs and wait it out". Well, fuck you all. Things are not that simple, yet you feel lazy to think effectively, just like you simplify the problems of us saying its depression. It ain't that simple. They don't want to be involved, no matter how involved you become when you're presented with their problems. I do not wish to be a part of this existence where you guys clockwork it into a nightmare. It is this deep sense of disgust. I don't want to die as well because death can be even shittier. And I refuse to accept looking at the harder times to feel relatively good about the good things in this world, and also I do not wish to devote any of my energy into concentrating on the good things.

 

 

The Father In Me

 

You think of success father, I only think of happiness. You think money will bring happiness, I think happiness will bring success. Success is money for you, Respect is money for you. Money is success for me. Money is escapism. An escapist success! Fuck that! Were you able to escape your parents? They are dead but they are still alive for you. Would you have divorced a second time if she was alive? Would you even get married to an arab whore? What if I died father? Sometimes I do think that You would make beautiful life lessons out of my shitty death I want to shoot my mother, then shoot her corpse, then shoot on her corpse. I actually don't want to do that, I just said it to get a reaction. For now I think I finally I forgave you… You make up your mind from a collection of what others say, failure makes me cum in dreams of success... And too much faith's been guiding me down the wrong path! What wrong path? Which path is right anyway? Fooling yourself into ignorance? Fuck that… An escapist success! Were you able to escape your parents? They are dead but they are still alive for you. Would you have divorced a second time if she was alive? Would you even get married to an arab whore? What if I died father? A hopeless son is what you willingly created. You were never able to take any responsibility; hence you made me into a living corpse. I see the child in you, I see the father in me.

 

 

Sadness

 

Father I am a sad person. I think you are a sad, without person. Let me explain, The Beginning Is Not The Beginning… This is not a three part story, You all disgust me. A lifetime where I don't dream of another life... Be happy about the things you are about to think of... Lure your wretched kind into the elk; Powerful exit in ego warzone! I see a more extreme version of my lameness in you How you are incapable gives me a boner, I defecate on its culture! Why can't more girls be as sexy? My biggest regret is never making up a story about her… Your Son Is A Disgusting Waste, how should I enjoy your life? I liked asking people about their work… I no longer do. A Lifetime Afraid Of Life Alarm goes off Wake Up The Sleeping Fly

 

 

Bourgeois Beleaguered II

 

Then you will know that You cement your weakness, Although you are very young, You know you will regret. Your dreams are slowly fading away, As you age. Not because you can not reach them But because you don't want to fight. You've never seen rock bottom, Because you've always been taken care of. That is why they say, You never worked hard. But you think otherwise, There is a fundamental difference… You have never cared about success, nor money. How heavy it is to exist… How heavy it is to be rich… How heavy it is to be smart… How heavy it is to be spiritual… Why have you never existed before? You could have used the experience. I have never seen such a sorry soul… I have never seen such a cold soul… Late is the hour at which, This tired man has returned home. For his home is spoiled, And his time away got him sick. What will the poor man do, He is open to manipulation. And this shitty country, Will just ruin him. Will he run away once more? Can he stand the sickness? What will be left of his home? When will the robbers strike again? The only question left is, Will his art save him? That is his last chance, For he has closed all other gates.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Children's Suicide Music: ((Ritual Of (Love) Is The Key)) Lyrics

 

 

Inwardia

Sprout yourself new allies, and remember how you have promised a thousand times not to blast into the underground.

Black as night white as day true to the weakness semen of the sun, black is but the shell of the void.

Bright as eternity, which is only possible through the apotheosis of the past; the strength of resistancelessness. There is a difference between white and bright which is only possible through the apotheosis of the past; the strength of resistancelessness. There is a difference between white and bright.

I shall adhere to the mightiness, I will be right when the holies on a great night call my name,
I shall adhere to the mightiness.

Light brings sorrow, night brings hollow, please understand the only reason is time and I shall adhere to the mightiness on a night so great that white is no longer a color, nor it ever was but a trace of my sadness, please on the night of the holies bring me flowers.

Please be strong, you must keep this wreck running for you are not ready for the hollow, the erratic sorrow, push me into the monochrome of inward.

 

 

Lovegate

Love something and hate the other. Love something more and hate the other more. Love yourself and hate yourself even more.

Growing aware of the incontrovertible ecstasy is but a cerebral compression.

Times never existed coming into existence.

Others' collective fantasy becomes my garden.

Shit existence and praying to be forever enslaved within a computer game.

Night after night praying that your mother suffered.

Night after night breathless sighing.

In the end I am lonely, in the end I am pointless, in the end I remember, in the end I pray.

Night after night praying, to be sent to times never existed. Castles, dungeons, spirits. Your father’s candlewax melts through your nervous system as you hear him tear your mother apart.

Make an altar in your room and shed your blood.

Even this did not get anybody’s attention.

How pathetic a life can get, yet still have the essence of gratitude.

 

 

Antimaster Keys

 

Soil and wood bring the white hood; cut your girlfriends dreams as she sucks your mouth.
Cut out all those years in solitude. Cut the loneliness free from your veins. Cut your tongue for you are sibilance to your own ears when you were born out from your own cunt. Retie his bond and hold her near, for she is you and you are forever him.

I am so happy, bring me the cake made from my lovers seeds, his sperm so thick I choked and I am the queen of desperation for forests semen since I died.

I am so happy, blossoming as new life from the soil that I am buried in. Sprouting into the holes of infants, I hate being only a vessel for that which is my lover.

I am so happy, bring me the wedding cake made from my lovers seeds, his sperm so thick.

The spawn was in my mouth and disgusting my lover; death mirror
Spawn that my dreams made of deadly poison; killing seeds of me!
Was my lovers house, up this valley called fear of love?
In dreams house, my mind exploded remembering seeds of passion.
My made up mind of seeds' explosion and lovers secrets
Mouth of this exploded seeds' poison; of lovers malignant bliss.
And deadly valley remembering explosion of lovers bad deeds.
Disgusting poison; called seeds and lovers bad deeds
My killing fear of lovers malignant deeds
Lover; seeds of passion secrets bliss
Death of love?
Mirror me!

Soil meets crack, through the pitch black. I've told myself many times that there is nothing to be afraid of in a world so boring as to present its viewer with an infinite crack full of working ants. Drown those ants in the toilet water and see for yourself, that world needs no more miracles than for one to see for themselves, that failure is only a scream away, when you are ready to turn the keys!

 

 

Darkness Always Prevails

 

Candlelights give me the vision of desperately trying to make something out of life without regard to eternities of failure. Eternity may be 23 years, I not only not know, but also don't know if anybody knows me. Desperately trying to make something out of it while trying not to make it worse, our only hope in making it better is to cease hoping it might get any better. We are Void Based life forms suffering in our apartments. But we suffer more when we are out of our apartments. We are Void Based life forms dying in our grandparents’ house in which our parents died. From which everyone had a different motive to escape. Lets shed our blood for the candle waxes need to join before the ritual ends.

Life is not hard; it is something entirely different, alien to my nature. The absurdity hurts me you know…

I constantly want something until I lose my health, then I want that back. I have felt love but a certain betrayal made that impossible to feel after some point. I want to kill the traitor. Tie the traitor. Suffer the traitor.

 

 

Loveath

 

What can death be if not an antimaster key to the sewage of this mind which enslaves itself so compassionately gnawingly.

In the beginning there was tragedy, but acknowledging the fact that it was tragedy is when you look back. So here I take the key from death. If I were to go back I would drown in tragedy, but did I really drown in tragedy back then?

Keep carving and you will find the void base of this very ground. After you flow through the dark shell of the void, the ritual will no longer be, and you will see the necessity for our god.

  
Nothing seems beautiful to me, everything seems so ugly to me, I should have never come back here, and I should have never gone from here. I think this is the center of this universe, this pain and loneliness. Oh god and the fear, the deal breaker, the immense fear!

I am sitting in the middle of everything, and there is no reason for me to feel sad, but I find it easier to hate

 

 

In The Underground

 

Although you had nothing to hold onto when you were pushed over by your parents, it is actually kind of your own fault that you are failing us. How have you promised a thousand times not to blast into the underground remember? And why don't you stick to your own wretched kind? Well, as a higher spirit I can tell you that there are relatively more illusion friendly environments, but I am sorry to tell you that you have long been tricked into swearing to breathe fire. And ever since you've lived in the underground. No one can understand this pain, for it is veiled under concrete. They think they chirp about it, but they aren't in there like you.

Forget ever escaping this, you will hit your head on concrete and drown in your own blood.
In the underground of neglect.
You might feel like you may just float,
but it is only the mountain melting into the ocean you've bled.
There is nothing sacred about what you are doing to yourself,
this is yet another key to the underground.

Forever be mine, I was born inside you.
Remember how if you clean a house, it looks scarier?
This is why you can never fit in.
What they despise and try to forget nourishes you.
Nothing is sacred about what you are doing to yourself.

Forget ever escaping this, you will hit your head on concrete and drown in your own blood.
In the underground of neglect.
You might feel like you may just rise,
but it is only the mountain melting into the ocean you've bled.
There is nothing sacred about what you are doing to yourself,
this is yet another key to the underground.

 

 

 

You Jewish Bastards Lyrics

 

 

Hitler Rape

 

I have lost all my sensitivity toward the taboo subjects in my life through art and I think it can be the same for everybody else. Of course, this will be a nightmare for those in power because they won’t be able to use those taboo subjects as a means of control anymore, hence they will do all within their power to not let words like “nigger, hitler, rape” lose their power. All you have to do is use them without fear. All you ever have to do is commit the greatest sin of freedom.
Hitler Rape
Hitler Rape
Hitler Freedom
Hitler Rape
Hitler Rape
I Live For Freedom
I live For Your Hitler Rape
I Live For Your Freedom
I live For Your Hitler Freedom
I am in a freedom fire
I am in a freedom flame
I am in a freedom
I live for freedom
Ich have lost my sensitivity toward humanity through my direct contact with them. I am as shit as everybody else, but I seem to be the only one knowing, not fighting, even celebrating and all the while changing it...

 

 

Extreme Art

 

“They called me Satan-el now I’ve become Sathanas!”
                                                                                                                        Beliar

 

People then say, “but extreme art and ideas lead to extreme things.” Okay, so lets censor all extreme art, horror, porn, works of fiction and everything that may have a negative influence on the herd. See if it reduces the immense suffering in the world… Only my soul, only my world, only my suffering while everyone dies. Yes, there is so much suffering and pain in the world, it is dizzying. Most people in the world is suffering and we know it, there is a big fucking problem in the world. In my own world, in my own room, in my own suffering of the world. All we ever want is to steer clear from that entire problem while living out our pathetic safe lives. All the better if we feel that we are not indifferent to the pains of the poor, uneducated wastes of flesh. Buy some Starbucks they help Africa or whatever… Evil will always be.

 

 

Kill Nigger

 

I will not let them have a hierarchy on evil. They are disassociating evil that for all we know they themselves create (ISIS). They then tell us to give them infinite authority to protect us from it. Tell you what, do not deliver me from evil, fuck you! Evil is NOT that far away, nor is it that strong. I don’t give a fuck if the evil that you protect me from behead me, skin me alive, burn or blow me away. I refuse to live in fear! I thought we as citizens are the clients, not the fucking slaves. We pay taxes so that the fucking government mafia gives us protection. What bullshit is that… A black person will always be black, a woman will always be a woman, a short person is short, fat is fat, ugly is ugly. There will always be disparity and it matters. Evil, I will live by evil, even if you erase “nigger” black will always be black, and everyone will see it. It is another color in the beautiful spectrum of the world, just because the fucking authorities want to keep the power of that word at bay to possibly use it. So say it every chance you get to discharge its power, say “nigger” until it means nothing. Say all the fucking taboo shit until it loses all its power.

 

 

The Neo Nazis

 

Fucking idiots. All those who try to censor speech. Listen carefully because these words of wisdom might just seep through and make you prefer bread over bananas. I will try to be as primitive as I can so you animals understand. Things do not have to mean what they seem and hard as it may be for you to grasp, they are often far from what they seem, which does not mean that a ceratin elite is the certified interpreters of the truth, it means that NOBODY is the certified interpreters of that so called truth.. So what is this so called ‘truth’? Is it the hidden so called “agenda”, is it the so called “intention”, is it the “(sub) conscious motivation”? Well, whatever you name it or think you can work your way down to (with all that data you gathered in your monkey brain), it does not end up serving that so called purpose. It is also vaguely connected to that small particle of the equation if not anomaly. Someone drawing a swastika rarely means that they are supremacists. Even if they are neo-Nazis doing this for propaganda purposes (which a transvestite doing Nazi salute isn’t) it does not mean that they want to, or can start third Reich. The key here is “draw”, the fact that they “draw” a swastika. If someone draws a swastika, this means that they have something to say, which if they are let to say, will lead to that so called “truth” which isn’t “niggers and jews die” but perhaps “my parents, teachers, priests fucked me up”. However, if they are otherised and censored, because those who he wants the attention of are “offended” he will most probably build it inside into a cancer that one-day may become the third Reich.

If they draw a fucking swastika, you can look at what they do and analyze it rather than burning their ways of expressing themselves.

 

 

Estrogen Whoremone

 

This suffering is not because of extreme art get over it! This suffering is because suffering is. Since the beginning of time, suffering always was, always is and always shall be. The only objective difference is the fact that suffering changed places. It moved away from some countries and compressed into some other countries. The subjective difference is that the elite who seemingly lives away from the suffering used to think Ra and Ma’at was keeping them away from that suffering, now they think their beloved government and politically correct platforms are keeping them away from it… Fuck you we worship, Rofocale, Lucifer, Satanachia. However, evil always is… Whenever I sit down with a politically correct person, it takes 30 seconds for me to make them laugh at a seemingly sexist or racist joke. Like when I say, “estogen whoremone” in drag. Every fucking person, in the privacy of their homes, or with their close friends, make so much racist and sexist jokes that it makes me puke when they wear their suits and act like it does not happen. People fuck like rabbits and take shits like donkeys when they go through their days like nothing like that happens. They hurt their kids and their kids grow up to be pieces of shit like them, and own companies to hurt their employees, who go home and hurt their wives, who hurt their kids who grow up just like them. All the while this completely unregulated and unregulatable violence, just like all the unregulated and unregulatable violence that LEADS to extreme art not STEMS from it. I hate it when these people shun seemingly extreme art while their own cruelties are the reason that these sublimated ways of expression exists.

 

 

 

 

 

Kaos Garden: Burn The Homeless Lyrics

 

 

 

Kaos I: Burning Swastika Cleansing

 

Warriors of truth appear before the symbol of spirituality, appear before the burning revolution. Burn those in thy path; the cleansing flame of the movement toward chaos must destroy all warriors of cosmos. Holocaust is the first step, then comes the age slaughter, then gender and then then the select few will burn the world. Footsmellist scum, Jewish scum, cult of the Nazarene all hail to the Swastagram. The centre of the star is an acausal wheel now. The age of murder is at hand, cleanse the streets off of the weak scum, and make them leave their sanctuaries, their doors of cosmic imprisonment. Burn almost all enclosures that make the weak linger. Existence hunt starts with the flaming souls possessed by a will to discriminate and destroy the weak, those unable to use their environment to gain their innermost. Those unable to preach the word of the universe.

 

 

Kaos II: Set Fire To Poor People

 

Next time you wanna have some fun, set fire to the sleeping bags of filth called the homeless. Ditch your pussy friends and open gates to darkness by setting fire to their infected blankets. Sip on their poisonous liqueur as you watch them run around on fire.
Fucking poor people should die...
Set fire to the house of your poor neighbour. Burn the shit furniture they so desperately cling onto. See the face of their children so sad as they watch their shit world go down. Approach them and keep asking them what they will do now. Make it a big deal set fire to the poor. Two faced slimy drama queens who let poverty strip them off their pride. Fuck poor peoples' kids. They shouldn't vote and procreate. Fuck poor couples trying to make a living. Pavpertas omnivm artivm repertrix.

 

 

Kaos III: Armenian Genocide Is Amazing

 

It really is an amazing example of how hypocritical manipulatable pieces of shit human beings are. We slaughtered and destroyed the Armenian scum so what? They tried fucking us over so we gave them what they deserve which is a racial extermination. Happens all the time and is called war. What is the difference this time, just because its Armenian scum does it mean its not war. It really is an amazing example of how hypocritical manipulatable pieces of shit human beings are. There have been an inhumane war decades ago and whatever happened happened. What is this cry ass shit about accepting it and saying sorry. Fuck all your Armenian Asses, I am fucking Armenian and I don't cry. Grow some balls and attack us if you dare being massacred again. Everyone should know about the Armenian humiliation because it goes to show what kind of pussies they are.

 

 

Kaos IV: Rats Flock Into The Temple

 

I don't even know where to start, the smell or the ugliness, because there ain't much else in the sewage of Footsmellam. Rats flock into your mosques and fill your small lives with petty meanings. Any single deity in any mythology has more meaning than all of Footsmellam. Footsmellam, I hate how all your bitches are covered up like there is something to hide. I like how some of them are slutty on the bottom and covered on top. Stupid bitches and all your small dicked men who smell like shit and are super ugly outcasts should get over footsmellam and look into getting educated or a better haircut cos everyone knows you're full of violence because you ain't got no friends and no pussy to fuck. But child molesting faggotmed who got cheated on by his slut gave you losers a reason to stay ugly and smell like shit. You guys are super ignorant and all dumb.

 

 

Kaos V: Serve Women

 

So you wanna me equals huh? You inherently weaker pieces of shit. You know you are less talented and less strong. Almost all great art comes from men; inventions, science, poetry, philosophy, history, research all that shit come from men. All you’ve ever come up with is a stupid and harmless front called Feminism. You shall all be raped and beg back for these days mice. Inadequate beings you don’t even make me mad. In order for you to be something you need a man. Serve man and shut the fuck up. If only women were illiterate, the world would be so much better. Blood won’t run through where the skin was burnt. Women are the veins of this world. Cling onto men to exist you whores, cling on their money and let nothing get between his dick and your cunt. Separate them from their whores to be their new whores. Doesn’t matter if you’re a substitute. You’re bitches.

 

 

Kaos VI: Moronic Murks

 

Murkish people are so stupid they should all die. Mesopotamian scum had better sense then us fucks. I hate how we hate everyone, us lonely fucks. Move abroad and dream about your hometown, lame ass freaks. A country where kindness is weakness renders you an animal. Prone to brainwash, sheepy herd we are. Will destroy at will, animals we are. Arabs should not be let into this shithole we have enough animals. Murks they think they are, fucking Kurdish and Arabic middle-eastern scum. I hate how they stick together and are always complaining but do nothing; I wish we got into a war and return to what we really are. Proud warriors of chaotic wrath we are. Footsmellam keeps the Murks down. We are not footsmellists, we are AtaMurk’s heir. AtaMurk’s sons we are.

 

 

Kaos VII: The Weak Bore

 

I hate the weak and I wish they’d die. Silence is the only thing they know how to do. Uninteresting pieces of shit so predictable, so predictable... I don’t like it when they cant find their way home, I hate it when all of a sudden they have to leave, I hate it when they shake when they speak, I hate it when they promise and not hold their word as one without any sense of pride that thinks that she cant change anyone’s inherent low opinion of themself. Fuck the weak as they bore the world. Fuck this system that lets them live. Workers of cosmos fuck all y’all. Don’t end up in my house weak fuck. In this brothel of life, we shall defeat the nightmare of lies. Fear to fear, cheek to cheek we shall pierce each other till our veins pump shadows out to light. I wish someone killed me when I was weak.

 

 

Kaos VIII: Child Molesting Rapist Murderer

 

Making children drink his piss, forcing his huge cock into little girls’ mouths, the child molester shows the world how cruel the act of procreation is. The parents learn about the evil that has been done to their kids and turn on the child molester like an animal and in doing so beat themselves for not being able to overcome the meaningless existence bestowed on them by their own parents. Livers and dyers of uncertainty and meaninglessness.
Beating and forcing widows to engage in anal desecration the rapist has his way with mothers in front of their children. The fathers learn about the incident and turn on the rapist like an animal, but the rapist has a knife and on the knife is engraved a spell, a spell to bestow to him the power of all non-fathers when he cut off his own balls. He channeled the spirits of all non-fathers into his rapist mind, without hesitation he slashes the boys father, as the boy cries, “ Why have you forsaken me?”

 

 

Kaos IX: I Despise Niggers

 

I hate you fucking braindead nigger! Nothing good ever comes out of your racist mind. What your brain lacks finds form in your body. An understanding of darkness you have not. Useless slave, you were designed to serve the white. Try to deny as much as you’d like. You are an animal who cannot understand anything thoroughly. Just like the Kurds, the Arabs and whatnot. I hate the Indian and the Hispanic and all shit-stained white people. Burn you shall in the midst of a forest, and the sperm costumed KKK shall jump in the flames as well. Fuck all you peasants who think they can make art. Burn in the flames of your limited world, in which you make smaller and smaller rooms through affirmative action and positive discrimination and political correctness.

 

 

Kaos XI: I Raped Her Again and Again

 

Your little son is a bit of a nuisance mama? Please give him a blowjob and let me watch it. You’ll see how calm he gets as you let him touch your titties and massage your cunt with his little toes as you such his dick. Two abominations will become a thing of beauty as a mother sucks her son’s dick.
The first time I fucked my sister was all planned and shit. I’ve had been very good and kind to her for a long time and started kissing her on the cheek a lot and giving her hugs. Then one day while one of those moments of compassion, I kissed her and she kissed back. I undressed her slowly and compassionately but raped her hard. She did not want to do it again but I raped her again and again. To this day I jerk off to her crying while giving me a blowjob. Incest is one of the most amazing concepts of arousal, I am thankful to being a human for such a concept of arousal. I plan on doing more in time.

 

 

Kaos XII: Arab Filth

 

Arabs are pieces of filth and they should all be destroyed. They flooded to Murkey and we’ll kill them all, rape their little kids begging on the street. They don’t know how to behave, fucking sand niggers, and absolute shit eaters. Nothing good ever comes out of Footsmellim slime I hate all Arabs. If there were two buttons saying kill all Arabs or kill all Jews, I would have to push the first one although I would die to push them at the same time. Their languages sound and look like a piece of filth. Thank AtaMurk for saving us from being like them. Arabs are ugly and should all be killed. I just can’t cope with their smelly ugly feet. I don’t feel any compassion for their sorry asses. They are ugly, noisy, many and worth a shit. I am hoping their mass slaughter by the Murkish will begin soon and it can get over with quick. I don’t want to have to touch them myself.

 

 

Kaos XIII: Torture Faggots

 

Oh my, oh my, how I hate fucking faggots. Acting like a middlesex, they disgust. I suck cock and am sometimes a transvestite, but nothing disgusts me as much as an effeminate piece of shit. I pour boiling oil over their heads as they parade the streets. Fucking be strong and get over it, its not okay to be weak. Put some shoes on and stop being pathetic. I hope they torture you more than you claim they did. Fucking effeminate pieces of shit, I will kill your gay instinct. Looking into the mirror you see a sorry soul, hairy girly piece of shit. Fucking faggot you will bleed. Make films about being a fag and get awards, it fascinates me how some peoples sexual orientation becomes their persona. Good for you, you semen drinking fucktard. I suck dick but you outfag me.

 

 

Kaos XIV: You Wish You Were Me

 

Everyone I know envies me, they try to put me down constantly. They don’t want to see that I am all they want, but can never be. Its not that I am a genius, so good looking, funny, smart or free… They wish they were happy like me. Sons of bitches, here I let your sorry asses into a secret, not that I am fond of you or anything, but if you wanna be happy, you must practice alchemy. Turn shit into gold; turn darkness of evil into joy. That way you might see, that it is not me but you, the world, the universe that you love and want to be. Do not stand in the way of yourself in being yourself, which is everything that is was and will be. Be whatever you want to be by doing whatever you want to do freely. When you feel down or sad or when someone pisses you off, start laughing frantically as I do when you call me crazy you black fag with a dog in his bag. Fucking losers, all niggers must hang.

 

 

 

 

Shoot On Mom's Corpse Lyrics

 

 

 

Not Alone

 

Turning on different lights in a house to be abandoned.
Seeing it in atmospheres like never before.

 

How do I know wether or not to let go,
looking back at the life we've lived I'm drowning
in the puke that once was my lovers skin
I've come to think I'm not so sure
if he is showing the dissatisfying nature of the things
that make people continue living as slaves
by just pulling away from it
the very essence that justifies stupidity,
illusion of so called
message or meaning.

 

good is good, evil is evil my war is with none
good is evil, evil is good my war is with those who oppose

 

Antimaster Keys To Congregation In My Old Mind

 

 

Emir Toğrul

2013

 

 

Bu Hayat Beni Yıktı

 

Amına koduğumun orospu çocuğu
Yapman gerekeni neden yapmadın?
Bizi neden kurtaramadın

Güçsüz orospu çocuğu!

 

Ben seni rahat bıraktım
Seni başka yerlere sakladım
Ki bize odaklanabilesin
Sen ise hiçbir bok yapmadın

 

Bu hayat beni yıktı!

 

Hep kendine acıdın
Bizi herkesten sakladın
Artık kendini kandırma
Ve olmayacak işler peşinden koşma

 

Hadi lan oradan!
Sen beni bu hale getirdin
Bana onu hep suçladın
O olmasa biz bok gibi kalırdık

 

Ya ruhunu kim parçaladı?
Onu da mı ben yaptım?
Vay amına koduğumun çocuğu
Senden de bu beklenirdi

 

Kaç yaşına geldin hala bıkmadın
Ucuz işlerden hiç usanmadın
Ucuzluğu tepki olarak yapmadın
Tembellikten yaptın

 

Bize adil olmayı sonradan öğretti yıllar
Ama o yalnız yıllar kolay geçmedi.
Kendimizden kaçamadık
Ve hep korktuk

 

Uğraştık kendi kendimize odamızda
Bir kaçış yolu aradık
Onlara inat orada kaldık
Sanki bu kadar kolaymış gibi!

 

Seni seviyorum ne olur kal
Bırakma beni bu eşikte
Eşşoğlueşşek bana yapışıksın
Başka bir seçeneğin yok zaten.

 

Emir Toğrul

2014

 

 

Yaptığım Herşey

 

Herşey olamadığın için tek olmayı seçiyorsun,
herşey olabilseydin herşey olurdun.

 

Herşey olamadığın için hiç olmayı seçiyorsun,
herşey olabilseydin herşey olurdun.

 

Herşey değil, tek herşey isteği.
Herşey değil, hiç herşey isteği.

 

İnsanlar yaptıkları şeylerin sonuçlarından sorumlu tutulamazlar;
çünkü sonuçlarını önceden görmeleri mümkün değildir.

 

Her yapılan şey acıya yol açar ve birşey herhangi başka birşeyden farklı değildir ve öyle algılanmamalıdır.

 

Tek yapılabilecek şey yaptığı şeyi kutsal olarak gördüğü için değil seçtiği için yaptığını düşünen insan olmaktır;

 

yol açacağı kötülüğe rağmen.

Beni sen mi kurtaracaksın?

 

Emir Toğrul

2013

 

 

Adana Story With Somebody Old

 

I have lived in Adana for so long
It is not even funny,
It is much like living in a kindergarten
You lose everything there

 

Just trying to stay on the same page with people as to have a regular conversation
You pretty much give up who you are

 

You will never be anything but a dweller of sewage
And don’t forget, you will die where you were born!

 

I have lived like an alien,
Adana is my home, and I feel home when I am there

 

You will always be looking for something as ethereal
As the beauty that is Adana
Adana is the light
It is the might
The highway is where you buried your soul

 

More than once I left there,
Then they try hard to cut my ties
Found myself in Montreal
I couldn’t deal it all

 

You want to live there,
And make films there,
And make music there,
And make babies there.

Adana is the light
It is the might
Adana story with somebody old

 

You are only angry to be taken away from Adana
Time and time again.
Why can’t you just make it work?
You can’t make it work anywhere.
There is a tyrant there,
That looks like he wants you there,
But actually he hates you and does not want you to be there.
That is why he kills all your ties.
That is why he has forsaken you.

 

Adana is the most beautiful place on earth

It is where my dreams were born!

 

Emir Toğrul

2014

 

 

D'être la mère et son fils

 

Homme, écoute moi. Homme, regarde moi.
Colle ton oreille au sol, écoute le son de la terre.
C'est le son de la vie. Ce son,
C'est le vice de la vie et la vie du vice.

 

Homme, regarde autour de toi, ne sois pas fou.
Efface les espaces, décadence|défense
De ta dense absence de ce monde de rapace.

 

Homme, tu n'es que poussière et pourtant regarde toi.
Tu t'explores comme tu explorerais l'univers que tu n'es pas.
Tu n'es pas l'Homme, non, tu n'en n'es qu'un.

 

Homme, tu ne vis que pour toi seul,
Pourtant c'est ton linceul que tu tisses.
Et si tu meurs, tu le hisses ? Non,
Tu ne peux être ton propre aïeul.

 

Homme, écoute moi, regarde moi.
Colle ton oreille au sol, écoute le son de la terre.
C'est le son qui t'habite. Tu n'es qu'ombre, homme,
Une ombre d'homme.

 

Homme, crois moi, ta vie t'attend.
Aujourd'hui tu es larve empathique,
Tu attends le tic et le tac, mais seul hic :
Qu'en sera-t'il demain ?

 

Homme, j'aime à croire que des ailes
Magnifiques, solides, sortiront
Et que tu t'élèveras.

 

Homme, tu tueras cet aïeul.
Tu le noieras dans sa fange irrespirable,
Et ainsi tu découvriras
L'éveil par le meurtre.

 

Homme, ne m'écoute plus.
Tu entendras le son de la terre et ça ne sera pas toi.
Non, Homme, ton ombre someillera en toi,
Mais c'est au dessus d'elle que tu seras.

 

Toutefois, homme, n'oublie pas la larve que tu as été.
Non, homme, ne laisse pas l'orgueil t'égarer.
Car de cette larve dont tu es extrait est né
Le produit magnifique qu'est celui de la fragilité.

 

Homme, la Terre te précède, mais le Ciel te devance.

 

WLWD

2014

 

 

Bourgeois Beleaguered

 

This is the sound of your childhood dying.
You could not succeed in taking its hand through life.
You had to earn your living and become a stone.
Please don’t make kids on your own.

 

You will probably die alone,
And forget the sound of your crying.
Remember those lonely years?
Don’t they seem scarier than your current loneliness?

 

Those you hated and had to punish,
Aren’t they who you ran to?
Would it be better or worse if they died?
Would it be better or worse if I die?

 

Why do you still back off from life?
Are you afraid of losing your childhood?
Would it be better of worse if Ruhan died?
Would it be better or worse if she were alive?

 

Look at me; I recreate my life every five years.
And curse the old one as something terrible.
Then when I am finished with one,
I return to the previous one.

 

Always on the search for home,
Be it in the lights of a café, or the corner of someone’s mouth.
As soon as I catch that feeling,
I walk away from it.

 

Everything is because of fear.
Fear planted by my mother.
In whose house I write this poem.
When will I be set free?

 

Everything is because of fear.
Fear fertilized by my father.
Couldn’t he just flush me down?
Will I never be set free?

 

Your life is the mistake of your situation.
Oh how lonely I am in this Bourgeois trap.
This is perhaps the loneliest place on earth.
No respite, no respite at all.
Maybe I should move out and think about things,
Like I did for five years.
And end up depressed in front of the computer.
No one can understand my pain.

 

How can they understand his pain?
Smiley face.
British escape.
Would it work?

 

Do I know anything outside my shell?
Do I know anything at all?
Can I ever make it work?
Am I going to kill myself?
Will I succeed in ending this pain?

 

What would I do if there were no Black Metal
as soundtrack for my self pity.
Would I be better off?
Will I never be better?

 

Smiley face
British consulate.
Spending time,
with a good friend.

 

Spending time away.
Take time.
Take shit.
Don't do anything.

 

Just be pretty,
in your room.
In your room,
in your room.

 

Spend a lifetime,
in your room.
In your room.

 

No one deserves to be desecrated,
by their past.
No one deserves,
to live.

 

Take my life,
like I took it from you.
What do you want of me,
why are we still so afraid of change?

 

Why am I so alone?
Why do I remember only bad things?
Why do I only remember?

 

Why when I look at my past,
and compare it to today,
I feel like it was good,
when in fact it was shit.

 

Why when I look at my past,
and compare it to future,
I feel like it was shit,
when in fact it was okay.

 

Although I believe only the stupid
think they know for certain,
I am absolutely certain
that I see through people.

 

Everyone is so predictable,
everyone is so basic,
everyone is so boring,
everyone is evil.

 

I hate people like I can not tell you.
I do not cry when people die,
because I do not feel sorry for them
I envy them.

 

Those who linger
and make kids just because
should die instantly
rather than waiting.

 

Slowly waiting to die.
Slowly waiting to die,
Life is slowly waiting to die.
I feel alive in the bottom of this sea.

 

Life is waiting to die.
Life is waiting to die.
Life is waiting to die.
Life is waiting to die.

 

When you are already dead,
nothing really matters.
You can not even look back at all those empty years,
you get scared off of your loneliness.

 

When all worthwhile memories
are intense traumas
and you ask yourself,
how long till you catch the "now"?

 

When you know in your head
that it is all in your hands,
and you also know
that you can never reach it.

 

When your only friends,
are fucked up losers.
Time and time again,
fucked up losers.

 

Emir Toğrul

2014

 

 

 

 

Kill Your Repulsive Child Lyrics

 

 

 

Follow The Jester

 

Jester is the once emperor father of the necromancer
who summons him from the dead in hopes of getting rid of fatherlessness
makes the necromancer think that he conjured the wrong body.

The jester used to be an emperor
as cruel and dark as his forsaken son, the necromancer.

Because of the fact that his father was never serious in anything,
and was striving to be a jester, the emperor, when dead, became possessed
by the feelings he tried to suppress
which was the character of jester.

 

*

 

Imagine a stream that cures.
I would devour this congregation.
No escaping the burning my walls in the midst of our storm.

Breaking, lacing, you unknot my sermon to another year.
I feel burnt for being a mourner in your wars.
Yet you keep speckling my angst and driving me old.
You never read my eyes,
yet I am obsessed and still weak.

I feel the higher I reach,
it is only the mountain
that is melting into the ocean I've bled.

Again compelled to unease,
I find the only constant is fear and strength.

To no more metastasis,
out of this universe.

 

 

Emir Toğrul

2013

 

 

 

Ode I

 

Keder seni bağrına mı basmak ister?
'Hadi ordan, çek arabanı' de...
Boş sıkıntılara kaptırma günlerini
yutmadan bedenini toprak.


Ne kitabı bırak, ne çayır çimeni.
Hele yarin dudağını sakın ha!
Taaaaa son güne dek..

Yarn bu bacaklar ayrilik dağını aşacak,
önümde şarap, çek babam çek.

 

Saçların ne güzel kar gibi ak,
yaş yetmişe vardı, laf degil.
İnsan bugün yaşamazsa,
ne vakit yaşayacak?

 

Bu dünyadan çekip gittiğim gün şarapla yıkayın beni
talkını şarapla verin bana, dolu tasla.
Kıyamet günü, nerde bu adam dersiniz, olur a,
eşin meyhane önu toprağı da görün.

 

Süsle, beze, lokum gibi ko karşımıza,
esmeri, de, beyazı, de, pembesi, de,
baştan çıkar, yerlere ser bizi, öldür,
sonra çevir dört yanımızı bir sürü yasakla,
ona bakma, şuna bakma, buna bakma,
dolu tası eğri tut, ama içinden dökme.

 

Tepeden tırnağa varlıksın, ey tanrı,
ne yoklarla birsin, ne yok olacak şeylerle.
Ne yerin var senin, ne yurdun var.
Ama her yerdesin, olmadığın yer yok.
Ey, yerden yuttan, yönlerden ayrı, uzak,
Ya olduğun yeri de bana,
ya olmadığın yeri de.

 

Günahsız tek kişi göster bana.
İnsan nasıl yaşar günah işlemeden?
Ben kötü bir şey yapıyorum günün birinde,
sen küplere biniyorsun o zaman,
ağlatıyorsun anamı, kıyasıya.
Kötü şey değil mi bu seninkisi?
Öyleyse aramızda fark ne?

 

Bir güzel allamış pullamışsın bizi,
bir alay da güzel şeyler çıkarmışsın bizden.

 

Potadan beni böyle sen döktün madem,
daha iyi, daha güzel ol, deme,
ben bu kadarım, ötesi fasafiso.

Hadi ben isyan etmiş bir kulum,
sen de ne olur bir kere he, de.
Hadi ben içi kapkara bir nesneyim,
ama senin aydınlığın hani nerde?
Bizden sana ibadet, senden bize cennet ha?
Nerde kaldı öyleyse iyiliğin, adamlığın,
seninkisi düpedüz alışveriş değil de ne?

 

 

compiled from the works of Hayyam

 

 

 

Ode II

 

Selma kendine ait olmayan hayatı kendine ait yaptı.
Nuri bunu İnterbankta memurken para yatırırken tanıdı.
Sandı ki Nurinin para kendinin.
Nuri de espiri mespiri, sikiş mikiş derken avuç içine oturdu.
Sonra karısından ayrılıp bunla evlendi.

 

Mersinde herkes birbirinden nefret ediyor.

 

Kız baktı para Nurinin Babasında.
Nuriyi para alıp babasından ayırmaya çalıştı.
Nuri kardeşi ve babasıyla bozuştu.
Halbuki Nurinin bütün sırrı babasının korumasında para kazanabilmesiydi, asıl master baba, piyon Nuriydi, halbuki bu piyonu şah gibi oynatmaya çalıştı.

 

Tarsusta herkes birbirinden nefret ediyor.

 

Elli tane insan grubu ile sırf sosyal statü değişsin diye grup yapmaya çalıştı ama gen bozuk, eğitim ve background yetersiz olunca herkesle kavga etti.

 

Kavga ve Nurinin olamayacağını anlamadı.

Nuri Babasıdan bağımsız iş yaparken battı.

Karı çalışmadı ve sadece dıdıdı dedi ve para yedi.

Nuri önce parasını , sonra itibarını ve en sonda sağlığını kaybetti.

En yakın arkadaşlarıyla sırf bir külkedisi prenses rolü oynasın diye bozuştu.

Prens avam oldu ama külkedisi külkedisi kaldı.

En son numara çocuğu Istanbula sürükledi.

Nuri yeni biryer satıp birçok kişiye borcunu ödeyip gitti.

 

Ama Adnan onun en zor anında hem evini alarak yardım etti ve hemde 35 000 tl borç verdiği halde Adnana borcunu ödemedi, Adnan 4 yıldır tenezzül edip istemedi bile.

Karı çocuğu Adnana düşman etmeye çalıştı.

Ama Nuri Adnanı sürekli aradı ve içinde bastıramadığı sevgiyi engelleyemedi.

En son geldiğinde mahçup bir ifade ile sanada borcumu ödeyemedim dedi
şimdi karı Adnanin parasiyla Istanbulda özel bir üniversiteye kayıtlı.

Çocuk özel okulda okuyor.

Nurinin bağkur bile yok hastane köşelerinde sürünüyor, Serdar olmasa hastaneden çıkamayacak

ve Nuriye hastanede annesi bakıyor.

 

*

 

Senin gözlerinden bakılınca insanların üzerindeki kıyafet, paye ve maddi hiçbirşey görünmüyor. Sen sadece karşıdakinin kalp ve aklını görebiliyor ve bu ikisinin oluşturduğu auraya göre insanları seviyor yada sevmiyorsun

Akıl ve hikmet sana kendini tanıtmış, kuvvet onu tamamlamış ve güzellik onu süslemiş.

 

 

Written by Prof. Dr. Emre Toğrul

2013

 

 

 

Ode III

 

Kendimi hep kaçtığım için asla affetmem.
Kaçamadığım için de.
Seni duygularımı düşünmediğin için asla affetmem.
Etmediğim için de.
Kendimi çok düşündüğüm için asla affetmem.
Düşünmediğim için de.
Seni çok sıkıcı olduğun için asla affetmem.
Kendimi de.
Kaderimi eğlendirmediği için asla affetmem.
Eğlenmediğim için de.

 

Mutlu eden birşey yaşa!

 

Mutlu eden birşey yaşamayalı o kadar uzun zaman oldu ki
eskiden mutlu den şeyler şimdi etmez.
Sen beni dünyaya getirirken son derece bencildin.
Bana bir hayat ve para ve tolerans sağlayarak beni bazı şeylere muhtaç hale getirdin.
Kendimi öldürerek sana gününü göstermek istiyorum.
Bencillik ne demek sana yaşatmak istiyorum.
Hiçbirşeyden zevk almıyorum.
Hayatım yalan, herşey aynı ve boş.
Hiçbir yenilik yok.
Hergün başka bir yalan.
Yalan beni neden bu kadar rahatsız ediyor anlamıyorum.
Etmesine rağmen neden bir ara vermiyorum onu da anlamıyorum.
Acaba birşeyler paylaşmaktan neden bu kadar korkuyorum.
Birşeyler paylaşmadığım bir hayat imkansız ve korkunç geliyor, ama paylaşmamak için elimden geleni yapasım geliyor.
Çünkü paylaşsam da kimse anlamıyor.
Nefretim büyüyor, hiçbirşey yapasım gelmiyor.
Uyuşturucu alıp müzik dinleyesim geliyor.
Hiçbirşey için uğraşmak istemiyorum.
Kimse beni anlayamaz.
Ama ben çoğunuzu anlarım.
Tek farkımız tatmin limiti.
Ben tatmin olmayı reddediyorum,
daha fazlasını istiyorum.
Kesinlik arıyorum.
Herkesten nefret ediyorum.
İlgimi çekecek birşey arıyorum.

 

Diğer insanlar,
aslında tek sorunum diğer insanlar
Diğer insanlar olmadan yaşamam imkansız gibi geliyor.
Yani sadece dünyevi ihtiyaçlar dışındaki muhabbetten bahsediyorum.
Bir tane bile istediğim çeşit muhabbet kuramıyorum.
Sebebi ben dahil benim gibi bir insan olmaması mı,
yoksa benim gibi bir insan olmadığı için benim kendim gibi olmayışım mı?
"Hiçbirinizin düşündüğü sebepten dolayı ölmedim,

anlamaya çalışmayın beni, zaten anlayacak kapasitede olsaydı biriniz ben şu an onla olurdum, burda değil."

 

 

Emir Toğrul

2013

 

 

 

The Nauseous

 

Mum ışığıyla aydınlanan bir dünya
hatırlamak bana çok huzursuzluk veriyor.

Miğdem bulanıyor anlamıyor musun,
elimde değil.

 

*

 

Nefretimin kumları üstünde,
sonumun güneşi altında,
uyuyorum Mersin Kızkalesinde.

Ben veya babam sahilde yatıyoruz,
o şiir okuyup Kızkalesine doğru yüzüyor,

ben ömrüm boyunca deniz bisikletiyle onu takip ediyorum.

 

 

Emir Toğrul

2011

 

 

 

Faraways

 

Today I gave birth to a curse,
while my beloved senses died in the next room.

A torturer chased me,
I ran an ran but then he caught me.

He nailed another cross into my heart and just went away.

I could not keep up and ask him when,
he ran to the derelict streets.

Today I think of death,
I think of faraways.

 

*

 

Can you walk out of shame?
Can you walk into blame?
Can you walk razor blade?

They were friends since childhood,
the boy used to paint the girls eyes and kiss her blind.

Girl killed the boy.

 

 

Emir Toğrul

2008-2013

 

 

 

Love Your Family Like They Fucked

 

Three times I've seen you and now time is all I sigh about.
Bleeding me stall but now,
I love you.
Not only that, I just breathe your ever presence into you.

 

*

 

You, I and nothing else,
I cry, I can't take myself.
I can no longer stand loneliness.
I can't believe myself,
now I need to let you go from you…
I need something from you,
or else I'll disappoint you too.
I want to make babies with you,
I want to have a house with you.
After that you can leave.

 

*

 

I am so stupid
I am so old
I know nothing
But I am too alone.
I don't know what to do with me
I just need to succumb to a whore.
Remember, we need this because we get afraid and seasick.

 

*

 

My father is so weak,
he could only stand this for a week
My mother is a whore,
she should be exterminated.

I want to remarry your hate.

 

 

Emir Toğrul

2013

 

 

 

 

Fountain Of Uncertainty Lyrics

 

 

 

Ovulation

 

 

I left her with you,
because I trusted you.
I did not expect you to get along,
it seems she fell in love with you.
Why did you let an inferior hurt her,
and kill the last of my respect for you?
I don't understand...
And never will...
I tried speaking with my mother,
she was busy sucking cock.
I tried speaking with your sister,
she was busy sucking your cock.
You will never know how much you hurt me.
You should have never given me this chance.
I will hate your semen as much as you hated my past.
Will I hate as deep as you?
Do I hate myself as much as you hate yourself?
I don't understand...
And never will...
But I know,
now I am infected.
Destined for only one purpose,
to be worse than you.

 

 

Emir Toğrul

Fall 2012

 

 

 

Fertilization

 

 

 

Inside the flames is where I'll find you,
darkness and decay will blind you.

I'll be sent forever and ever again...

Remember when I first found you,
tears on a textbook would have gotten you.

 

*

 

Look what I've done.
Now you see,
how we survive.

 

*

 

Leave behind the years that blinded you,
but live them all over again.

Living in space,
that was meant for others.

 

*

 

Speak, why won't you speak?
Why don't you look at me?

You see the worst in me!

 

*

 

Live!

Live like this,

and forget miracles.

Find a new padlock,
only to listen to new miracles
on how to destroy them
and break free
to form new identities
maybe something will work
forever.

 

 

Emir Toğrul

Winter 2013