Meat Head

I am still in my hometown. Just will flashback at stuff and discuss what’s about to come up.


Sometimes I really feel like my body was supposed to be equipped with a refresh button. You can see the lightings, digging into the pictures. The dude you are seeing down below, or just above the chair is my grand grandfather, I just wanted to show y’all him. By the way, I’ve never seen him and don’t have any idea about how the angles took him up. Far top left you can see my grandfather. He was an aviator, served the army for seven years, got selected to “Turk Yıldızları” squadron that you still can watch their exceptionally orientated air show, then one day, when they were getting ready for another show, his F-5’s front stabilising pole went into the throttle of the plane in front. The army says that he probably couldn’t see because of the bright sun that day. Destiny I guess, my grandma and momma by their selves. This is a corner in our living room for them, I didn’t prepare it, nor suggested. This house is messed up. I rather die than realising all the moments in the past, just rewinding and making my self sadder as every single second pass by, time man. I hate the definition and the existence of it. Just read a poem by my homie in the team: B…han, he once wrote a poem in literature class about the teachers having super powers to stop time, two months ago I laughed my … off to that thing, now I’m breaking into tears. Whole family is separated, stuff changed man. I don’t know man, time, f… time. A 98-2 Delta, this thing won’t even get me to the shelta’.