grey

• ulan ne zeki kadınlar var dünyada. sen git aynı cümlelerin başına sonuna grey düşündü, grey gördü diye sokuştur, yeni kitap yazdım diye sat ele aleme. resmen kazıklamak bu, yazık valla. almayın anacım, ilk kitabı bi daha okuyun onun yerine. zaten bence diğerlerini de almayın. yok illa okucam diyosanız da korsan alın, ödünç alın, 2. el alın.
  
  bak sinirlendim şimdi.
• ...."you know grey is a penn station toilet with venetian blinds." herman-duck-phillips.mad men. (bkz: grey istanbul)
• (bkz: sasha)
• iyi de ben ilk kitabı okumuştum zaten. anna'nın ağzındandı evet eyvallah.
  ama aynı kitabı, aynı hikayeyi, bir de grey'in ağzından anlatayım da ne oluyor?!
  o zaman birinci ağızdan anlatılan her kitabı iki kere bastıralım. bir de karşı tarafın ağzından okumak için aynı hikayeyi. ne saçma?! para kazanmak için varolan hikayeyi ısıtıp ısıtıp, bir daha önümüze sunmuşlar.
  ayıp..
• güzel bir chris pureka şarkısı.
  
  ıt was a saffron day on the avenue
  ı took the evening train back to my dark room
  and the periwinkle sky was just the night in disguise
  oh and everything eventually turns grey
  
  well if you saw me now, ı'd still talk at my shoes
  and if ı saw you now, your eyes would still be blue
  and believing your own lies seemed like such a good idea
  but you see your father's eyes when you look into the mirror
  oh and everything eventually turns grey
  
  ıt takes one hour to burn
  what was twenty years to come
  and we're all rubble at the bottom
  and it's all falling down
  yeah it's all falling down
  
  the creases there, and my crooked spine
  the bold headlines now, a linear design
  oh and everything eventually turns grey
  
  ıt takes one hour to burn
  what was two hundred years to come
  and we're all rubbled at the bottom
  and it's all falling down
  and it's all falling down
  yeah it's all falling down
  
  now, now it's getting yellow at the edges
  cracking at the corners
  bending at the knees
  you're getting blue in the face
  from screaming the warning
  and no one's listening
  ıt's hard to see, we turn away
  we're slowly walking underground
  ashes to ashes now, ashes to ashes now
  now your old idyllic hope is just
  a shipwreck on the shore
  and now your old idyllic hope is just
  a shipwreck on the shore
  
  https://www.youtube.com/…ueet5c9js&feature=youtu.be
• ingilizce gri
• bir jean markasi.
  ayrica radyasyon olcum birimi.
• ılk kitaplarin gaziyla alinan ama ucuz pornografi tadi verme ihtimali olan kitap
• uluslararası bir reklam şirketi... http://www.grey.com.tr/
• ani difranco nun reckoning albumunden muhtesem otesi bir parca. insanin mumlari sondurup bira acasi, disari bakip gozunden birkac yas akitasi geliyor. kriz anlarimin sarkilarindan biridir ayrica.
  
  "the sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey. i feel right at
  home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way. i smoke and i drink and
  every time i blink i have a tiny dream. but as bad as i am i'm proud of the
  fact that i'm worse than i seem. what kind of paradise am i looking for? i've
  got everything i want and still i want more. maybe some tiny shiny thing will
  wash up on the shore. you walk through my walls like a ghost on tv. you
  penetrate me and my little pink heart is on its little brown raft floating out
  to sea. and what can i say but i'm wired this way and you're
  wired to me, and what can i do but wallow in you unintentionally? what kind of
  paradise am i looking for? i've got everything i want and still i want more.
  maybe some tiny
  shiny key will wash up on the shore. regretfully, i guess i've got three
  simple things to say. why me? why this now? why this way?
  overtone's ringing,
  undertow's pulling away under a sky that is grey on sand that is grey by an
  ocean that's grey. what kind of paradise am i looking for? i've
  got everything i want and still i want more. maybe some tiny shiny key will
  wash up on the shore."