THE RELENTLESS HEIRS OF MY MIND FIND NO CURE

‘’ --With the defeat of the moment, a fear of flesh and bone is nailed in the shadow of a word.’’

-Öner Fırat Tarakçı

Self-destroying shame, can be the chip of such a squeezed body, but whose duty is it to question the nature of a Mecnun who has been humiliated from the ground to the sky in the fame of desire, in its silent darkness that is incomplete and will never be completed. This self is pierced by beauty’s axe - his share - consciousness also from recurring thoughts and concerns but not giving up on the leaden color of love. This is the branding of the whole, blowing to the face, the reason for prohibited feelings and unfiltered thoughts. The nudity that leads a power to dismantling is the proof of the destructiveness of obscenity, the certification of the corruption of morality. The revolution of vulgarity is a coming existence in body fluids flowing through wet crevices between dream-fiction. ‘The repressed, the suppressed.’ It is the return to infancy in the race where eyes are on more than enough, the return of a second chance. They are today, powerful formations that have come from literary suicides similar to the collapse into a star. The sharp stance of brightness is a signature in razors, departures, and breaks from this globe.

While the body to be left by the abortion of hatred settled in the mind was seen not one but with what is experienced, dust flying or the lock of violence only. It is the futility of striving for something in the dualism-condensed universe, a summer or a agony that has emerged into existence. The dilemmas holding us together are the power that keeps everything together, the joints of dilemmas. The conjoined barley is the rise of civilization from its levels of drunkenness. Hasn’t weakness that has overcome our armor also come from love? The one whose usual strength is weak, quiet, and undisturbed. The snake that has not touched me yet is taking its ablution in the chips of the oppression it will execute and pouring its waters from head to toe. His interest in his anger and science is contained in the immortality achieved by the seer, but I am after ingots of gold with brightness and surpassing the sun. While such a worldly formation, the remnants of Aristotle’s belief in nothingness are not only belief but also belief.

The derivatives of infinity I hoped for when slipping in the evening with enlarged pupils and the movement of accumulation when embracing pleasure. As a river foams, it denies humanity in proportion to the incompatibility of the attributes loaded on it. A measure of wild life this love, an elegy of one who has dedicated his breath to the windows and has always remained outside. When the cuts and divisions in journeys reaching thresholds become habitual, the point reached is to take revenge on oneself by closing oneself to purity and his souls in the world’s streets. Loving to roll, pills, images, objects, and even the mountains that my desire cannot reach and hope will turn into something. Like analgesics, their effects, tolerance does not delay and leaves their place to the wet mornings of suffering that never existed and will not exist. Disasters do not leave excesses and actually cause the fragmentation of Ben. Laws judgments. The pen that the judge did not break continues to draw the boundaries of illegality simply because its time has not yet come. Whereas the judge’s gaze is worse than a broken one. The fear of not being imprisoned. Some fears race in their own nonsense, one lost and the other the deprivation of that loss. Flowing from oneself is good, fears begin in returns. An end in ending and cutting, turning to Ben thoroughly and not allowing to be one with him or him. After all, an end is just an end around the axis of the flow!

Doorway pain does not know, a balance of a skein of wool in the light fallacies behind the bars of children. There is no distance in the voice when it becomes multiplied, only sobbing and pains remain like deceived children. Returned home. But still far away, like a September close to freezing in the light of a melodic warmth: HOMOEROTISM

I have dedicated dedications from the pillow, the stable charm of emptiness should not be broken, the imaginary skies that testify the image to provide not to be homeless.

Plastic drugs, more than the sanctions of an imaginary doctor, are attached to the bondage of the mind. What’s the use! Getting better and beyond being good, in the realm of deficiencies, substance abuse. This will save me, this will save me.

The evolution of the dream is more breathless than that of a lung. Going there to get air, going out for walks, wandering and blowing only things from the main factors of the dictator Selim.

Selim does not leave it so because of the excesses, and an endless tranquility is actually a reflection of the longing of those who meditate at the summit of the self.

It is not the same as the attraction of diamonds. The law of dying dopaminergic swings will be asked in another needle. The cycle will not break itself and will end in a satori experienced at the peak of the self. The ultimate resilience of the day proves that not all twenty-four are spoiled children who do not want to go to bed. Enlargement seems to be impossible and mixing into practice. Practices may change everything, but a rhythmic routine.

DID HE RELAPSE AGAIN?

8- It is to turn away from the light so close to the surface when you see the face, the power of proximity while burning with the belief of being one step ahead of the cities is the touch of a tyrant’s hand, the sword pulled out is life, but the greatest fear is that the power that gives life will be broken into human power. Self-growth is a broken thing that never leaves after the other, in the mirror, and it signals the flow of dyes that do not reach the existence that comes to the reason for the unfulfilled. The awakening that seems to be the cool, the blessings that I have lost, has arrived with the binding bonds and situations of emotional ruin. Talking about the world that has not yet arrived and has been dragged by big shot means.

10- A compelling obligation not achieved without it, policies no longer exalt love and throw them on the summit, in the inside of a sense of insensitivity, the synthesis of a synthetic feeling in the simulation of suicide, we are pouring our yield to a well-full of living rooms. Are we, ourselves, who are we dedicating to the sun for a sunny summer? In the eyes of the squalor, the famous social likes of the century that tell about the world. The locking of the ego is always tolerated. He takes strength from the slaves who want it. The best devaluation is the most splendid. Farewell to you is now the most appropriate.