Erhan
@rhozd
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Love's a lash,
Kisses gall the tongue, harrow the heart;
Caresses tease
Cankered tissue apart.
Liebchen, come
Be my Hottentot bondsman tonight,
The sjambok's kiss
Is unending delight.
Love, my little slave,
Is color-blind;
For white and black
Are only states of mind.
So at my feet
Nod and genuflect, whimper for me:
Though tears are dried
Their pain is yet to be.
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Strangely then the tumescence began to subside, the flesh at his neck to pale. Any sovereign or broken yo-yo must feel like this after a short time of lying inert, rolling, falling: suddenly to have its own umbilical string reconnected, and know the other end is in hands it cannot escape. Hands it doesn't want to escape. Know that the simple clockwork of itself has no mare need for symptoms of inutility, lonesomeness, directionlessness, because now it has a path marked out for it over which it has no control. That's what the feeling would be, if there were such things as animate yo-yos. Pending any such warp in the world Profane felt like the closest thing to one and above her eyes began to doubt his own animateness.
Profane sighed. The eyes of New York women do not see the wandering bums or the boys with no place to go. Material wealth and getting laid strolled arm-in-arm the midway of Profane's mind. If he'd been the type who evolves theories of history for his own amusement, he might have said all political events: wars, governments and uprisings, have the desire to get laid as their roots; because history unfolds according to economic forces and the only reason anybody wants to get rich is so he can get laid steadily, with whomever he chooses. All he believed at this point, on the bench behind the Library, was that anybody who worked for inanimate money so he could buy more inanimate objects was out of his head. Inanimate money was to get animate warmth, dead fingernails in the living shoulderblades, quick cries against the pillow, tangled hair, lidded eyes, twisting loins . . .
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Bir çok kez, sırf karşılarındaki bu küçük çocuğa ilgi gösterdiklerini kanıtlanmak için sordukları adet yerini bulsun cinsinden soruların ardından (ortaya sunabilecek başka bir şeyleri olmadığı için, konuşkan ve sevimli biriymiş gibi görünmeye çalışmak, bu ikincil babaların elindeki tek kozdu) babam ve arkadaşları beni falan unutur, eski günlerden
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-Bana bütün bunları anlatmak istediğinize emin misiniz?
-Neyi
-Anne babanızı, paranoyaları...
-Ne anlatıyorum ki size ben? Hiçbir şey. Ben size Tanrı'nın, herkesin bildiği şeyleri anlatıyorum. Annemle babam ölümleriyle meşhur olacaklar. Bu benim onlar için hazırladığım anma töreni olacak. Size tüm bunları anlatırım, babamın bacaklarının
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