Ahhh ah. You don’t know the old communism days. Like dervishes, ... we’ll moan and cry. Who would’ve said all this would happen.
If I had a studio, I’d put sculptures like this at the entrance. Would I? I would. Fuck it.
If I had a studio, I’d put sculptures like this at the entrance. Would I? I would. Fuck it.
The dervishes in my heart, chasing the flavors they worship.
The dervishes in my heart, chasing the flavors they worship.
Years of unfinished thoughts, finally spilling out same bones, new flesh a little cleaner, still broken
Years of unfinished thoughts, finally spilling out same bones, new flesh a little cleaner, still broken
A certain uncertainty rising from the heart of Tahatalı village
A certain uncertainty rising from the heart of Tahatalı village
