August 18, 2024, Sunday.
Cheyenne, Wyoming.

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My blue one, I turned blue, I locked myself to your door. My heart was rusted, but with you, I was renewed.

My darling, my blue one. My only wish, my blue one. Without you, my blue one. I will die.

My wildflower, my blue one. My honeycomb, my blue one. Without you, my blue one. I will die.

Blue girl, dark boy. Eyes like beads. I am a thorn in love, you are an unopened bud.

My darling, my blue one. My only wish, my blue one. I love you, my blue one. I will die.

My wildflower, my Blue. My honeycomb, my Blue. Without you, my Blue. I will die.

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Oya Aydoğan was such a beautiful woman. Just now, a scene with Kemal Sunal popped up in front of me. She was a stunningly beautiful woman. So sweet too.

I’m in love with many women from that era anyway. Mine Mutlu, for example. Wow. Perfectly beautiful. Perihan Savaş, Filiz Akın, Hale Soygazi… There are so many names I can’t even remember. If I have to be a jerk, I don’t like Gülşen Bubikoğlu one bit, okay? I don’t like Türkan Şoray at all anyway. Those eyes make me sick. Maybe I have no taste, but who cares.

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I’m stressing out about whether I can get the load I need to finish on Tuesday done by Monday. I slept 2-3 hours last night. Now I’m going to have breakfast. Then I’ll get back to it.