A psychedelic spaceman painting
So today, I have come to #learn #results for the first half of my #tests. They had found some #uptake in the #abdomen in the #petct #scan so we did some #skin #biopsies and hopefully, at least my #staging will be sorted tonight! What is interesting though is that, I’m nearly always the youngest waiting for prof. O’ reilly #fuckyou #cancer #fuckyoucivilisation
You can learn all the elements, names of all the stars, names of every apostle or the 99 names of Allah. You can take Sigma6 courses, do multiple MBAs, finish a doctorate and write a book…
You can do everything you think is enough, but nothing will prepare a person to fall in love. there is no preparation for falling in love. It might last a month, a week or a day after which you will never be the same.
You will have everything you think you know changed, in an instant, in a smile, in a sparkle of sunlight in her eyes. In a falling leaf, in an argument that normally you would win hands down – but you don’t want to beat her in an argument – you want to lose. You want to lose.
In a song you normally wouldn’t like, in a colour you wouldn’t paint with.
A way of life where people prefer to die from illness rather than from of hunger
Which in the prehistoric community hardly ever happened. People didn’t die out for. Starvation. Their hunger and the lack of staple food and a low caring capacity in regions would cause population to plumet, but no one would die of hunger. They just wouldn’t increase. They wouldn’t have offspring – wouldn’t have the energy too! No food right?
Where as I’m here
Living in a modern society
Just like all the people I trust have told me do so
Im part of system. Modern. Civilised. Ok? Happy?
Cos I’m fucking not.
Im not angry about the sandwiches..that’s not the issue
The issue is caring capacity.
Let getting ready for biopsy.
I used to hate that, but now I like it. The stuff they are gonna use to biopsy my pelvis. Skin graft from near the groin another angle of the legs scones and jam… With preservatives and colourings and shit?? and chicken and mayo? Like fucking mayo ?
the Song lyrics were something like this,
“A day will come, and i will forget you. I am going to write that day down.”
kedi kopek onemli arkadaslar, canlari var, anneler babalar, cocuklar, evlatlar.. bizim cocuklarimiz gibi onlarda sut ariyor..
inan, hayvan ayirimi pek yapmam, tr1bes.com sayfaya bakan varsa anlar, fakat birsey perspektiv’e alinmali..
kedi kopek nekadar onemliyse, can’da okadar onemli. her can.
doguda kurtler oldurulurken, kurt cocuklar, kurt anneler, kurt babalar, kurt olduklari icin oldurulurken bakiyorum ki bir cok “sapancada katliam var” mansetleri paylasanlar pek ses cikarmiyordu.
isreal’n siyasi tarihini bilirsiniz, yahudi irki almanlar tarafindan bir katliyama ugrada.. hatta okadar muhim bir olay ki tarihimizde, ozel bir adi var, “holokost”
okadar muhim ki yahudilerin cektigi cile, baska katliyamlara bu holokost kelimesini kullanamiyoruz.. yada kullanildigini pek gormessiniz.. ne rwanda, ne mynamar, ne kenya, ne baska hic biryerde yapilan bir katliyamda, ingilizce en azinda, buna holokost denmez.
yahudilerin cektigi aci galiba rwadadaki cekilen acidan farkli, daha.. nasil desem.. daha aci..
kedi kopek icin manset acan insanlarda galiba kedi ve kopeklerin cektigi aciyi kurtlerin cektigi acidan, nasil denir.. daha aci oldugunu dusunuyor sanirim.
yazdiklarim turk dusmanligi degildir,
kurt dusman dusmanligidir..