the bird on the ground

the chrysler building will be mine. the lower floors are for rent. two, maybe three office floors are dedicated to my employees. the top floor is my living space. in a separate workspace, i have fifty, maybe sixty clones of myself. they are my employees too. and about forty more are scattered around other parts of the world, getting fat salaries plus per diems.  the clones put the files on my computer into the appropriate folders and just tell me "this is over here." most of the clones listen to music with headphones all day. they find a random album from here or there, listen to it all day to see if there's a good song. then some of them get girlfriends. they date them for a few months to see if she is suitable for me. they tests thier hypergamy. he reports the most suitable one to me. that's how i marry my wife.  some of them read books all day. the non-clone translators on the lower floor read completely different books they found from here and there. one in dut...

every time i wake from sleep, i wake up in my room. everything i wear is in my room. most of the things i buy stay in my room. my identity card stays in my room for the vast majority of my life. if i live to be seventy-six, it means it has stayed in my room for fifty years and eight months. the walls of my room close in on me when i am unemployed, when i have no money, when i am alone. my room knows almost no one but me. no one has been able to hurt me in my room, no one can. i am safe in my room. i eat in my room. i drink the majority of all the water i drink in my room. if i were rich, i would buy a bunch of stuff for my room. perhaps i would spend more than all the money i've earned so far on things that will just sit in my room. i even look outside from my room's window. sometimes i feel nice. it snows, i look outside, i see white. i look at night, orange and dark. if it were something capable of knowing, it would know everything about me. how much i've changed over the...

(can you keep an anchovy as a pet at home) apparently, it's an open-sea fish, it swims fast; home aquariums can't provide enough space, its water needs to be changed constantly, it smells bad... well, are these obstacles for me to keep an anchovy as a pet? yes. did i give up? yes. so did i change my mind? yes. a rabbit, apparently, eats everything, gnaws on things; it isn't a house pet, it goes against its nature.  a dog supposedly costs at least five hundred ytl a month. i already cost that much to maintain myself. besides, instead of adopting a dog, i'd just start smoking again and get more of a return on my investment. plus, the animal shouldn't be subjected to the adnan oktar treatment; you have to take it outside for walks.  cats are also really flimsy animals, they get sick immediately. apparently, they can't form bonds either. what am i supposed to do with an animal that doesn't love me? what did john lennon say? "love is wanting to be love...

i have a room, i'm sitting in it, it's very nice. if i want, i open the window and sounds come from outside; if i want, i close it. there's an armchair, there's a bed, there's a desk. i have a microsoft keyboard, its picture actually shows up in 'devices and printers', normally other things doesn't show up. i have a lenovo that i plug the cable into, man, whoa. there's water, ten liters of it, i can drink water for a week without leaving my room. i have a coat rack, there are coats and jackets. i have three different pajamas, wow. i have a bunch of t-shirts. i can listen to music, i can watch movies for free, i have an external hard drive, two terabytes, whoa man, two terabytes. i have shirts i never wear, but whatever, they still exist and take up space. on play books, i have one hundred and eighty, look, one hundred and eighty e-books, i can read aylak adam over and over again whenever i want, but i probably won't. one hundred and eighty, m...

my biggest dream in 2006 was to own the olive bus , a.k.a. the olive display vehicle, that i saw at the local bazaar. but olives wouldn't be part of the deal (well, maybe a little bit), and i was going to use it as a house. of course, back then i was completely unaware of the concept of a caravan. at night [in bed], i would furnish the inside of the bus, removing the olive counter and having a sink installed. i was arranging the furniture, deciding where i would or wouldn't put the toilet. i wasn't sure about where to put the bed, until months later, while watching tv, i stumbled upon the trailer for the movie named rv (turkish title: çılgın karavan), directed by barry sonnenfeld, box office: 87.5 million usd. there were even very nice couches inside the caravan. i was aware it was physically impossible, but i had felt like my idea had been stolen.

like, there will be no noise, there is no one. i'll just hang out exactly as i please. i'll gather the things i like from the houses and bring them to my chosen main house. i'll lie down right in the middle of the asphalt, ahh. i'll take whatever i want from the supermarkets. the kombi in all the houses will be constantly running, i'll go in and out of whichever one i want. i'll write things on the walls, it's my property anyway. ran out of pickles? just go into some house's pantry. if i need to use the bathroom while wandering around my neighborhood during the day, boom, just step into a house. i'll lay carpets on the roads and walk around in socks. but then it would rain. in the evenings, i won't turn on the streetlights, i'll wander around in the dark listening to music. i'll put josephines at the bus stops, plus they won't get wet there. i'll install security cameras, whatever it is i'm supposed to be watching. there...

street lamp (sodium lamp)  electric guitar  refrigerator  sail  fifty-caliber bullet  dolphin  sports car  that thing on power lines that looks like a basketball  cheetah  puma iveco bus   passenger plane  stadium spotlight  gavel on a judge's desk  new folder  window glass  pillow

my kidneys  my other internal organs  drinking orange-flavored granules (colloquially known as oralet )  smelling dishwasher steam  my stones  my lenovo personal computer  kahvelota (1/2 hot chocolate, 1/2 jacobs coffee)  apple-flavored granules (colloquially known as kiwi)  our hard-lined water glass  our ladybug mug  zafer soda   yaşar güvenir  blonde redhead  beach house  joy division  sagopa kajmer 's first three albums  limetorrents  kız kulesi e93 (mr. perfumé)  sucrose (beet sugar)  my hairbrush  things that few people know about  hd quality  salt  sometimes light  darkness  the sound of violin  the sound of bağlama  the sound of bass guitar  room fresheners  hürriyet emlak   social relationships containing sincerity  duracell battery  audacity (computer program)  the picture  the godfather (computer program)...