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Ayni sey benim de basima gelmisti. Yaslica bir kadini alabalik nehri ile karistirdigimi hatirladim ve ondan ozur diledim. "Afedersiniz" dedim. "Sizin bir alabalik nehri oldugunuzu sandim."
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Bir gunun olaganustu olabilmesi icin bir seftalinin yettigi bir gecmis zamanda bir yaz gunu, siranin sonunun gelmesini sabirla bekleyen ve seftalilerle dolu posetler tasiyan bir geyik surusuyle birlikte bir ren geyigi istasyonuna dogru yol alan bir trendeydim sanki.
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chr Sl b "stl" ashn shdm? chr `shqsh shdm? chr? chr? chr? chr `shq khsy shdm khh shns rsydn bh w ykh dr mylywn st? mgr chh gnhy khrdh m khh mstHq chnyn `dhby m?"
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Richard Brautigan |
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I hated to interrupt her. I know how much a dream can be worth, but, alas... "Hello."
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waking-up
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Nereden Gelip Gecer" Bazen pasaportumu cikarir fotografima bakarim (cok iyi degil... vs.) sadece var oldugumu gormek icin Tokyo 12 haziran 1976"
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richard-brautigan
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She looked so old that she reminded me of a comic book hero of my childhood: The Heap. It was a World War I German pilot who was shot down and lay wounded for months in a bog and was slowly changed by mysterious juices into a 7/8 plant and 1/8 human thing. The Heap walked around like a mound of moldy hay and performed good deeds, and of course bullets had no effect on it. The Heap killed the comic book villains by giving them a great bi..
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Deer Tracks: Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside
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I saw Trout Fishing in America Shorty passed out in the front window of a Filipino laundromat. He was sitting in his wheelchair with closed eyes staring out the window. There was a tranquil expression on his face. He almost looked human. He had probably fallen asleep while he was having his brains washed in one of the machines. (from "The Shipping of Trout Fishing in America Shorty to Nelson Algren", page 47)"
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He created his own Kool-Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.
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I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammels and computers live together in mutually programming harmony like pure water touching clear sky. I like to think (right now, please!) of a cybernetic forest filled with pines and electronics where deer stroll peacefully past computers as if they were flowers with spinning blossoms. I like to think (it has to be!) of a cybernetic ecology where we are free of our..
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She was a perfect freeway Mona Lisa.
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You had to be a plumber to fish that creek.
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U nee byl deviatnadtsatiletnii pes, kotorogo ona gluboko liubila, i pes otvechal na etu liubov' tem, chto ochen' medlenno umiral ot starosti. Kazhdyi den' moi drug prikhodil na rabotu, i pes stanovilsia eshche chutochku mertvee. Vse pristoinye sroki smerti dlia psa uzhe davno proshli, no pes umiral tak dolgo, chto sbilsia s dorogi k smerti. Uvy, ot'ezd veterinara ne reshil osnovnoi problemy psa: on byl tak star, chto smert' stala obrazom zh..
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Donner Party Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many
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relationships
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he was leaving for America, often only a place in the mind.
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I walked home past the glass whiskers of the houses, reflecting the downward rushing waterfalls of night.
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The Return of the Rivers" All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. It is raining today in the mountains. It is a warm green rain with love in its pockets for spring is here, and does not dream of death. Birds happen music like clocks ticking heavens in a land where children love spiders, and let them sleep in their hair. A slow rain sizzles on the river ..
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Bir seyleri surekli asaletle halleden insanlar var. O seylerin ne oldugunun onemi zaten yok.
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Invece di avere soltanto qualche chilometro e talvolta soltanto pochi centimetri tra un problema e l'altro, perche non incrementare la distanza? Sarebbe bello una volta tanto avere 47 chilometri tra un problema e l'altro e magari in 47 chilometri un po' di pace potrebbe spuntare come una giunchiglia in mezzo ai miei problemi.
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Richard Brautigan |
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Truth is stranger than fishin
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My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing and swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fish come forward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle.
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sperm
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The fish was a twelve-inch rainbow trout with a huge hump on its back. A hunchback trout.
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trout
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Hello, sir. Yes...Uh-huh...Yes...You say that you want to bury your aunt with a Christmas tree in her coffin? Uh-huh...She wanted it that way...I'll see what I can do for you, sir. Oh, you have the measurements of the coffin with you? Very good...We have our coffin-sized Christmas trees right over here, sir.
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coffins
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Starushka dopivala poslednie kapli kofe, vytsezhivaia ikh snova i snova, khotia v chashke nichego ne bylo. Ei khotelos' ubedit'sia, chto v chashke ne zaderzhalos' ni kapli -- posledniuiu ona vypila tselykh dva raza. Fred Bul'knem. TIPOGRAFSKAIa KRASKA. Avtor - byvshii zhurnalist, vsia ego kniga nerazborchivo napisana ot ruki - slova v'iutsia vokrug butylki viski. - Vsio, - ob'iavil on, otdav mne knigu. - Dvadtsat' let. On netviordo vyshel i..
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His eyes were like the shoelaces of a harpsichord.
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Wood We age in darkness like wood and watch our phantoms change their clothes of shingles and boards
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It's good you're happy," she said. She said the word happy as if she were looking at it from a great distance through a telescope." --
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Her hair dreamt about being very carefully combed in the morning.
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hair
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What we eat is funny and what we drink is even more hilarious: turkeys, Gallo port, hot dogs, watermelons, Popeyes, salmon croquettes, frappes, Christian Brothers port, orange rye bread, canteloupes, Popeyes, salads, cheese--booze, grub and Popeyes.
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There was no logical reason why he did not have eggs in the house. It was just that he felt slightly uncomfortable when they were there. Also, he did not like to buy eggs. Something about the cartons put him off and he did not like the fact that they came in dozens.
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He'd had enough suffering right now to last him forever with plenty left over for others if they didn't have enough and wanted to have some more.
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He was so fascinated by the long single strand of black hair that he did not overflow his mind with fantasies about it, turning it into a hundred varieties of his imagination. He just sat there staring at it. Japanese hair.
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The cat's purring was the motor that ran the Japanese woman's dreaming.
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purring
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One could think of seagulls. It's really a very simple thing to do... seagulls: past, present and future passing almost like drums to the sky.
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Their future was America and three long years of searching and a process of gradual character disintegration and a slow retreat from respectability and self-pride. In three years they would become what they had always despised.
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those doughnuts are a lot better than having a mule kick you in the head," There was no argument there."
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wry-comment
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You sons-of-bitches all have bicycles!" he said, "I'll have a bicycle someday!"
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It would be convenient if one could redesign the past, change a few things here and there, like certain acts of outrageous stupidity, but if one could do that, the past would always be in motion. It would never settle down finally to days of solid marble.
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time-travel
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We call everything a river here. We are that kind of people.
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