leaving for the bazar

the only thing a hundred procent sure about today is that art in general is not important. the word art is not importantly used in this context of love and almost never will be. but we are on a journey in the name of it and our eyes and therefore brain are forced into this specific mode. tonight we tried to drown most colors and shapes in a pink mix of raki and red with the mix of a filled room and music from phones in a plastic cup-speaker. Not acting like white trash all the way, just all the way we want to. No poetics, just drunken flow. Omar taking a shower while happy slaughter is on the tv. we will find suiting images without the whole story, but we feel our loved ones seeing it all the way through. Istanbul day  four, still not learning our history, but getting oh so good at walking rolling updown ancient hills.

MERCIMEK

We invite you to our spa center for 15 minute free skin massage and analise.

Fat hair shiny face good morning! off into the fatter town to hunt for jaguars

WE GOT TEA this must be how they party in holier ways

chewing gum to appear boring more on this later in the book

sneaky helpers, do they want our money or our smiles

mercimek, cheap and fast and always local

kids so up in our faces on turkish we could see their freckles and they into our foreign hearts

fashion tv minus size models in widescreen

BRIDES BRIDES BRIDES (but where all the girls at in this town?) 

freudian slippers

1 cinnamon raisin + 1 poppy seed bagel sitting in luxury hotel bed sultanahmet. full of wine from the blue mosque, kissy turks and slim eyed kitties. apple belarus coming up with finn, prioritized space in the bag for the dirty dog from the sun. digiturk.com, hot stuff jeg har drikt opp fet på min diaré jeg elsker vårt 2013 xes

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Feat. longer sentences from equally love-stricken wife on vacation in  this different part of us = Istanbul  The religious double price of alco and the over empathy mixed with too much aggression is making this a fast time of art and honeymooning. Our loose cat friends have more personalties than we can take without bleeding hearts and the dogs know each other in groups they belong to under the sun. Fake and real is a good mix in this place of hills and new bravery.  In the writing moment of bad / sad music videos on the tv, we`re finishing the second to last drink pretending to prepare for a third tourist day of group dynamics in this new oldest place. Omar is saying there are no mosques to see from the window and that`s all right cuz the tv can love love songs all night and cheeks are getting red. so red. so hard on the crossword bone. this is our postcard

something more important than nostalgia

RESOLUTIONS

Mother Therese`s day has always been the last of the year
and here we are on here fifty fifth with millions of beans and neverending circles
we are here in the middle of a house belonging to no one, coming from a house belonging to everyone

the tongue is growing and the cheezecake is beautiful. song is sung in swedish cus its catchy. pill is swollowed and may help for the new mornings general feel if for no smaller tongue. laughter is blended. lesbians and legs. tofuline!

teachings on the phone on how to smoke a pipe back in the days/ forever
3 stuffings with the tobacco, 1st with a babyfinger, 2nd with a ladyfinger and 3rd with a manfinger

the party is a gaaaaathering of the clean and the dirty and sourroundings have changed from crispy glitter winterland to water world with decorative lighting to this day of blades of glory. Pauls morning alarm is ringing and we realized we made it in time. Remembering the love and hate of twozero onetwelve, we take with us new knowledge into the last possible minutes. We now know that our liquids that have been taken away from us in airports was turned into window washing fluid.

13 must be great. we deserve no less. we crave for greatness and we will take our paradoxical resolutions into the future. u might go down with it. babes be warned