288 syf.
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This time, I'm here to analyze 
Happy Hour by 
Marlowe Granados . Well, maybe I should not put it like that, using the word ''analyze'', because that is not exactly what I mean to do; but you should know that I am going to tell what I think about this book. You may have noticed that I am writing in English. I have two reasons for
KİTAPLA İLGİLİ YAZIM VE PROJEM. GAYE DİLEK GEZER
KİTAPLAR ÖLMESİN (DON’T LET THE BOOKS DİE)
Sadece canlılar mı ölür, peki ya kitaplar? Kitapların da bir ruhu yok mudur?
Kitap sektörünün ve yayıncılığın zor günler geçirdiği günümüzde, acilen bir şeyler yapılmazsa eğer kitaplar ölecek ve kültür büyük bir darbe görecektir. Kitapların ölmesi demek, toplumun hafızasının ölmesi demektir ki bu
Meet me there tonight
And let me know that it's not all in my mind...
“voila!in view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. this visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. however, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. the only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me v.”
Broken I, had I known I was never again to see her,
Or devastated if nothing in me can she remember?
Indeed, what for should she recall or I splinter,
To her I am the brief image - And she may be lost,
One is the angel and the other from the most
Devilish place of all, who distinguish? We are all ghosts,
And so Let this blur of beauty remain,
Though never shall I meet her again,
Nor my youth, my virtue - and those I once took pain
To dear and cherish. They are all ghosts, we are all ghosts,
For we do die every night from someone's memory in the bitter frost,
The same place where we damn all things once we loved the most,
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'Perhaps she'll find it too. Out there, on the South China Sea, who knows? Perhaps she'll meet a traveller, in a port, in a hotel, who knows? She's become a romantic, you see? I had to let her go.'
I wish we'd met under different circumstances and with different names.
I wish I could wake up to your face every day.
If there's a next life, let's meet there, okay?
Eminem rap god
Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
And if he is as bananas