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it's official--i have a guitar fetish.

this could be the night...

that the moon goes red.

crossroads

so trying to fit in as many rounds as possible in this short break--absolutely ignoring the soon reappearance of school by drowning myself in meetings after meetings--off to go somewhere to meet an old friend in a couple of hours--trying to make big decisions concerning the next couple of months--oh how tired i am of having to decide---darn world must be spinning and spinning around just to avoid having to decide when to stop--

had a chat with a lovely friend though--unplanned--makes you realize how easily we miss people

i'll be back hopefully tonight if the night won't get tangled up in other places--will talk to you then.

blood in my eyes

please don't tell me how the story ends

such a wonderful mellow song--kinda like my spirit who refuses to make up its mind according to the minds of others. the toughest one to convince is usually you yourself anyhow.

fans

i think one of these days they're gonna shove me outta the irish bar but what can i say i totally ♥ the place. i also love the magnificent goofiness we reach with a good friend (best, possibly) and the joy of stalking nathan followill through his twitter photos--you know we have a saying in turkish--to look at someone who's beatiful is a sevap (which is--well--i don't know if there's a word for it in english, sorta like anti-sin, if sin puts -s on your account up there then sevap puts +s)--and red wine--and crazy little child knocking against the window only to run and hide when we turn around--i even love the "marengo" or whatever the name was cake that they never bake in that place--

you can never hold back spring

god bless the wonder that is spring break.

sheer pleasure, i swear. you know what i did today? ah, woke up, had a beautiful breakfast, sipped my tea as i wrote my ideas* on the waves, then watched angels and demons (which was something i've been meaning to do for a while now--hello ewan mcgregor making creepy vatican dresses look sexy) then cooked lunch with ma.

and what i'm planning to do for the rest of the day--well, i was thinking of brushing up my latin for a bit, since all that tempus sede vacante got my appetite going. i'll probably make a beautiful cup of coffee and plug in my dave van ronk--and enjoy the evening through and through.

sad thing i probably have 1 or 2 more days to spend like this. then comes the schedules i've made, people to see, places to go, and bam! on monday school starts again--but i'm not that bummed out about it--well--everyday is only another day closer to the 31st of may

well--i should wrap it up--i got stuff to enjoy--but before i take off, her's a little song that makes you wanna explode of energy. enjoy!




*i have started up a new blog for reviews on practically anything-- http://whatthedeadpoetsaid.blogspot.com

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"I will read in the book that is propped against the bottle of Worcester sauce. It contains some forged rings, some perfect statements, a few words, but poetry. You, all of you, ignore it. What the dead poet said, you have forgotten. And I cannot translate it to you so that its binding power ropes you in, and makes it clear to you that you are aimless, and the rhythm is cheap and worthless; and so remove that degradation which, if you are unaware of your aimlessness, pervades you, making you senile, even while you are young."

The Waves -- V. Woolf

the albatross

"The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds
Who scoffs at arches, loves a stormy day;
But on the groud, among the hooting crowds,
He cannot walk, his wings are in the way."

Charles Baudelaire

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now i know the real difference that set me apart with some people--lack of love. certain ones even from my closest circle just lack it so deadly that their spirits are only ashes, and nothing else. they make and create and pretend to be burning coals but i'm telling you, it's no use. and i get angry easily--i used to think it was me who was faulted--now i see it clearly, i have learnt in time to see them from a mile away them and their waste-ness that is an insult not just to me but to the earth. i wish i could just put them all in a jar and throw them off into the deepest oceans where they and their colorless personas can exist through eternity without infecting any of us


but i get sad still--i wonder how they crept into my circle of being. i should have known long long ago that certain people and other ones will never truly exist together--my waves and storms of love, affection, delusion, confusion turn into feeble drops of rain against their walls of stonelike uselessness. they can all disaapear off the face of the world and no one would once cry a true tear.

for all them trailing around the walls don't mean they wanna get in--

that's not the road

finally--the fifth spot is filled.



ps: this is the only video i could find on youtube w/ the song so try to ignore everything else in it (i personally think it's creepy)

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done everything i possibly could--downloaded music, watched youtube videos, read poems, drank tea, read 45 different blogs, spent countless minutes on facebook--everything but studying--oh where the heck did my concentration disappeared to?

effin finals

sooo i have the worst final schedule in the world--having 8 finals in like 4 days or so. not to mention that i have a final on the last slot of 31st of May (which will be butchered by my excitement anyhow) and on the first slot on the 1st of June--which i'm planning to bail out entirely if i can get some legal documentation.

words of kindness linger on

considering that one of my last year's new year resolutions was to spend some more time trying to figure out the phenomenon that was john lennon, and with the contributions of a friend that can be i guess be wrongly (as all labellings are) labelled as somewhat of a beatles-spirit (which i guess makes me in person a dylan-like--and as horrible as it is to reduce a person to such monolithic layers i do have to say as a dylanite, dylanesque, dylanish or however you call it persona that at one point of another very vivid yet blurry distinctions occur in the corner of the eyes of a dylan-like spirit and a beatles-like one that falls somewhere between the lines of the differences between lennon and dylan themselves) and his goodhearted attempts of answering my questions-- I thought I might as well dwell back into the fab four for this very beautiful sunday (in which i have absolutely no interest in studying and hence my downhill career and success according to them categories of them pointy hats that is)--

anyways so i've been playing their records back to back and i remembered (last night that is, and even directed the question to my friend who responded in a way that i hadn't thought of ever responding to such a question--i have said before "all his/her/their songs are great, there aren't any bad ones" but never in my life said "you can't have one strict favorite--it changes through time") how much i loved this one song and thought i'd post it here after all--




ps: just noticed my growing dependency on brackets. sorry if they're causing confusion, that results not of your incapability of following, but my incapability of being simple and precise.

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i'm sorry--but how did humanity manage to keep tom waits hidden from me for so long?

shame shame now.

edit about 4 hours later--

oh no all them ringo star songs that i missed. my whole universe just changed.