The Nicest Badass From Another Universe

Well kiddo! I think just this once, you finally up to something. You're finally doing it. You're in the game again. And you know what? It's because you're awesum darlin', my sweet pie, my big child who'll never grow up, ever! Keep up the good work, sweety and now I'm giving you A NICE LITTLE PAT ON YOUR BACK! AND A VERY AWESUMEST VIRTUAL HIGH FIVE! You earned it kiddo. Use it well... And also no matter what I frickin love you and your spirit by heart. My awesum hooman.

Hello there lovelies, This will be a quick update about me, although there's not much going on. I've been good. Good like Elsa "Frozen" good. Oh, that over-rated movie! Disney, Disney, Disney.... Love the characters and visual fx but the whole story is just so boring maybe useless... why oh why... I'm also positive with this attitude for "Brave" too... ahah why the hell am I talking about Disney in the middle of the night? but again it's just me ! Anyhoozies, I wanted to talk about Brody Dalle and people who keep nagging about my absence in Facebook! Sorry guys. I bed thee farewell and it looks like I'm never coming back to that useless crap network. EVER! was that too harsh? Sorry Zuckerberg! Even tho I love BRODY AND HER FB PAGE AND STUFF I just feel so cold about it. If she couldn't make me take the turn then I don't know what else will... So as you may know my love Brody Dalle's new album is now up. I just wanted to share her a...

"This one my friends, reads us all right through our foreheads, well... I can feel it changing again, those filthy little pages, a blue fairy. Something big is coming. Somehow. But yet there is a lack of modjo or some fairy dust, deep in ocean... oh... I don't even wanna write. But I write... I can see those pages floating down... I don't even try to catch them anymore... they just keep floating and landing onto my shoulders... on my hair... my eyes... my face... those dusty old pages that written by an old typewriter. Is that my fate that we discuss? No? Don't ask questions. We don't need them in here... There are 3 possible different universes... 1 is this present time... huh? what is this again? Mellow, shallow? anything with low?! why so low?! why not high? are you high? no. never. but why? why art thou not high?... I'll keep on writing. My fate. my story. and then there are 2 possible different stories will be told. but YOU will still not understand. I...

To My Love, BRODY! MY LOVE!... I FRICKIN LOVE YOU WITH MY FRICKIN TINY SORRY BROKEN HEART! Please do forgive me, I won't be with you when you come to Berlin. My heart is so broken, I can't even sweep up the pieces... I'm an ultimate idiot my love. Can't help it. I can't live without my idiocy... But one thing I know for sure, is that I'll be seeing you so soon. Baby... So soon. You're my one and only girl. Please forgive this hopeless romantic, baby... Yours, Giz.   Ladies and Gentlemen! BRODY FUCKING DALLE !  New Single: Meet the Foetus / Oh The Joy.

Once upon a time there was a girl with beautiful long curly red hair, she was nothing like Rapunzel or any other Disney princesses, she was the term riot. A rebel. One day she thought, She really like Johnny Rotten lead vocal of Sex Pistols, she liked cherries... darker ones, they were her favorite fruit... "it's a big shame if you keep them and let them rott" she sighed. "Such disrespectful move for such a fruit! " she yelled. Then she suddenly realized... And this is a story about how it happaned...

... Sonra bir yabanci gibi ic dunyama girdim.  Gordugum seyi gozlerimin icine hapis mi edeyim? ...

                                                                    1. Bolum "Mektuplarim iyi ki varsiniz..."  Archie, bir coplugu andiran odasinda bulunan eski posterlerinin icinden daha once yazmis oldugu fakat begenmeyip yirttigi mektubun parcalarini ariyordu. Surati asikti, sanki onu parcalari aramaya iten bir guc varmis da zorla yapiyormus gibi davraniyordu. Bir yandan da kendi kendine "Birak artik son'du bu" diye mirildaniyordu. Bir an duraksadi. Bombok hissediyordu. Hayatin bir anlami kalmamisti. Bu kadar basit olamaz diye dusundu. Olmamaliydi. Hava oldukca kapaliydi, gri'nin bircok tonunun gorulebilecegi gokyuzu cok uzaklardan aydinlanip sonu...

"Terminalin uğultulu gürültüsüne rağmen bir köşeye sırtını yaslayarak, gözleri boşluğa sabitlemiş ve tamamen dalıp gitmişti. Belirli birşey düşünmüyordu. Belirli birşey düşünemeyeli yıllar olmuştu neredeyse. 2 dakika bile geçmemişti ki sanki birşey bulacağı hissine kapılarak kafasını sağa doğru çevirdi. Oli'yi gördü. Oli televizyondan tanıdığı ve dünyanın bir çok yerinde de tanınmış olan bir oyuncuydu. Daha dikkatli baktı. Hayır Oli değildi, zaten nasıl olabilirdi ki? ama ona çok benziyordu. Kendi kendine tebessüm etti. Tam başını çevirecekken, Oli'nin benzeri ona doğru hafif döndü. Başının arka tarafında sağ tarafta yuvarlak siyah bir cihaz olduğunu fark etti, kulağına bağlanıyordu bir duyma cihazıydı. Bu görüntüyü gördükten sonra bir an durdu. Kıpırdayamadı. Kalbini bile fark etmiyordu artık. Bir an midesine bir bıçak saplanır gibi oldu. Arkasını döndü. Eliyle yüzünü kapattı. Yaptıkları tamamen farkında olmadan yapılan hareketlerdi. Fazla tepki gösterdiğinin farkındaydı...