October 19, 2006
He's a silly one, very silly indeed. Infact, I think he should be the head Minister of Silly Walks, but that may even bee too mudane for him. Look at him, goofy Turk. My goofy Turk. Yep, he pretends to be all macho but he's really just a pussy cat, and that just makes me purrr!! I loves me a Tarkie-tark!!
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January 6, 2005
I love Tarkan. He helped me pick out a digicam, even *after* I kicked his ass and tickled him until he begged for mercy.
ahhhh, good times, good times. Hope to drink many a beer with him again . . .
Unsu...
June 22, 2004
Tarkan's profile includes 1) a Muslim name, 2) an Islamic country, 3) a European country, 4) the phrase "Unamerican Activities," and most unforgivable 5) the concept "Fuck Bush." Therefore, our sophisticated software has determined that Tarkan is a terrorist fiend who must be violently neutered. Accordingly, we have designated him an enemy combatant and arrested him, to be held indefinitely at an undisclosed location as an enemy combatant, without charge, or access to a lawyer, or any of the legal rights he thought he was entitled to as an American citizen. Long live the Reich!---er, Bush administration.
Sincerely, Adolf Cheney Uberman, Homeland Security Naked Pyramid Photography Division February 13, 2004
Tarkan is a great guy to drink with and bitch about life, and don't we all need that dammit?! He's my favorite kraut and his photos do kick some ass.-Chris
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Time martyrs faith and reckless children.
Thu, March 2, 2006 - 11:12 PM
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Leaf twitching air like early cadaver, feeding spite reverent and ghosts and knees falling… Head falling on head falling to mud. Chaste she buckled earth shivering Violence shedding youth, shivering blood and cum, love shedding shit. And shivered. Where's the kingdom He promised? Rome crashing. Ghetto seeping bile. Human wasted, human drowned. Time martyring faith butchering pink flesh grey, putrid stains to bone, hot sickly pissing ... read more
I have space.
Wed, August 17, 2005 - 4:40 AM
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Mild, cozy. Yeasty like fresh infant. Crisp, even death outside. The sun is kind. Calm snow loves me. Kisses cheeks with raw silence. Mother makes. Butter satisfies. Warm now. Full now. Asleep now. Dreaming now. Dreamless now. Awake now. Empty now. Cold now. Butter kills. Mother hurts. Kisses cheeks with raw silence. Loud snow hates me. Sun is mean. Crisp, even death inside. Yeasty like fresh cadaver. Hot, sticky. Space has me.
I smoke vehemently,
Sun, August 14, 2005 - 10:36 PM
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spitting fumes and soliloquies wherever the patient grace. And dab pity on cuts, like some tossed athlete. I might have downloaded anger, by mistake. The way I do from time to time, when looking for feet. But I hate her for the love she offers. Like I hate sunshine for bothering the night. And love her when she dreams. The way I don't. From time to time.
! Sexiest Smile !,
Armchair Historians,
Art Bell,
B&W Photography,
Bill Hicks: It's just a tribe...,
Coasttocoastam,
Cult of Bob Ross,
David Icke - Give Icke the mic !,
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