Saturday, March 17, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Das Capital
Ankara the capital, center of Turklandia, on the hill over looking the city is the greatest of all architectural feats, The Mausoleum, the spiritual gravitational center of Turklandia'a existence.
Here I am to pay homage to attempt to seek the center, to look into the eye.
Bums this is the point I turn my head and look over my shoulder to look at who is watching me write. In this place one has to be on ones guard. The silly becomes the serious and the serious becomes really silly.
Here I am to pay homage to attempt to seek the center, to look into the eye.
Bums this is the point I turn my head and look over my shoulder to look at who is watching me write. In this place one has to be on ones guard. The silly becomes the serious and the serious becomes really silly.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Friday, March 9, 2007
Yep
Yep, it has been high time to spout a little of the bile that whelms up within me every now and again. My sight on Tonguewag seems to have fallen into the black pit of cyberspace thus a new soap box needs to be carved.
The Perils of Turklandia
What can one say, one minute Turklandia is rushing towards the future arms outstretched the next, Youtube finds itself blocked and I might as well be living in China.
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