August 11, 2024, Sunday.
Cheriton, Virginia.

Ekşi Sözlük, sour pomegranate. Sweet apple, sour apple. Sebastian Szymanski. Fat dicks are cute. Kurds eat börek, Laz eat anchovies. Croatian Mario Mandzukic. Eat Kanzuk dürüm, drink Kanzuk. Every lucky bastard sucks on a pacifier. Listen to me bitch, I never shut up. Except your mom, including your dad. Even us being here, it’s not real. Coastal shore, revelation revelation, relaxed Rahil. The Mahatmas are peaceful. Fatma Şahin. Get in the carriage. Didn’t Bin Laden explode? Didn’t your sister-in-law crack? Cracked thighs, girl. My speed is low, I’m a thief. The Kyrgyz have slanted eyes. Circus master, rose thief. An endless ache. The dirty joker. Who is the tailor of the naked? Take the dense, give the dense. Alper Albayrak is one of my best readers. I’m full, my belly is big. Lokum is a delicious elixir. The womb is the mother’s vagina. The father drips into it. Humans are disgusting creatures. Writing poetry is foolishness.