July 17, 2025, Thursday.
Greensboro, Georgia.

In my dream world, when a person dies, they are forgotten five minutes later. They should be forgotten. You don’t die with the dead. And every dead person is a nothing. My mother is included in this. My crying after she died is of no use to her. I am crying for myself. I am crying because I am deprived of the person who loved me the most. Every drop of my tears is the reason for my selfishness. Otherwise, my mother doesn’t give a fuck (literally: it’s not even in my mother’s pussy) that I am crying after she died.

I should have made her rose face smile while she was alive. If I made her smile, good for me. If I couldn’t, it’s in the past now. Actually, even if I made her smile, it has no meaning. Because she died and it’s over. When I die, I won’t mean a fuck to you either. Our lives don’t have a fucking value either actually, but at least we lizards value each other and find our own existence valuable. And this is very normal. We have as much right as a lizard in this life by now. Let it be at least that. There is no need to shit in our mouths even more. We have our pride too.

Now, becoming a hero is also in my hands, you know. I can give up everything, go out to the square and scream at the top of my lungs so that justice finds its place, without being afraid of anything. At worst I’ll be punished. At worst I’ll be destroyed. Do we have anything to lose? We do! Heroes cannot benefit from the values they are heroes for. Lenin fights the war, Stalin enjoys the pleasure. Atatürk fights the war, İnönü enjoys the pleasure. Che fights the war, Castro enjoys the pleasure. Deniz Gezmiş’s life is sacrificed, and in return it is observed that leftists are the number one party in the polls.

My examples might be quite unsuccessful, but you have already understood what I want to explain: If you fight for the thing you want to happen, you will be killed before you can see it happen. You can’t do anything but wait for someone else to fight. Let them die. Wink.

In the final analysis, each of us is garbage and we will become garbage and go. The goal is to spend this 60-70 years of life as beautifully as possible. However, sometimes there is a pleasure that a sharp tongue gives you, that instead of living a boring life for 40 years, you say your piece and experience 100 years of pleasure in those 15 minutes until the moment they cut your head off. That’s exactly why truths are blurted out in the open sometimes.

For example: Everyone is a pedophile. Who wouldn’t want a young, big-boobed, voluptuous chick? Believe me, even your grandpa would want it. The man’s life would be prolonged. Anyway, we will touch upon this later, this is not our topic right now. We are winners in any case. If you live fast and die young, you satisfy your passion for speed. If you live slow and die late, you say I lived a long life. After being able to look at it from the bright side, everyone’s experience is more or less the same. Not even every human’s, but every living creature’s. The bear’s life is also full of delicious honeys and the disappointments of escaping prey.

We were sad because a friend died. A few people will be sad when we die too. But for 5 minutes. Then pumping (sex) again. Because the truest guide in life is the little pink thing. (Note: This is a cynical twist on a famous quote by Atatürk, “Hayatta en hakiki mürşit ilimdir” meaning “The truest guide in life is science”, replacing “science” with slang for female anatomy).