Yes my dear. I have to describe something bad in good words. I need to describe something. Something about a bad time in kind words. (Yes my dear) On an island to a coast. A coast full of people with coloured fabric. They wave it while smashing into the passers-by. Then from a coast to an island. I rush all the time. Clinking noise is loud, so is an annoying stare. My dear, he said, no one can be more angry than a man who can't bring bread home. Who has the rights then, to be more angry than this man. Shapes my dear, shapes are full, full of shapes, covered in fabrics. There is a man carrying a child in his arms across the road. A child being carried across the road in a man's arms. A child is carrying a plastic kitten. How is this kitten ever going to make sense? Wanking each other off, my dear. You and me and them. We are all wanking each other off. One at a time. and ohh.. with so much envy. Mummy mummy, I want to do it as well… We shout we paint we hate we stand. Words my dear, words. How shall I speak them. Difficult. I find it difficult, I find it difficult to say one word with a word that joins another word. Yes my dear. Evet canım. Kötü bir şeyi iyi kelimelerle anlatmam lazım. Bir şeyi tarif etmem lazım. Kötü bir zaman hakkında kibar kelimeler kullanarak. (Evet canım) Bir adadan bir kıyıya. Bir sürü renkli kumaşı olan insanların olduğu kıyı. Yolda yürüyenlere çarpa çarpa sallıyorlar. Sonra bir kıyıdan bir adaya. Sürekli koşturuyorum. Şıkırtı sesleri gürültülü, gözünü dikip gıcık gıcık bakmak da. Canım, dedi adam, evine ekmek götüremeyen adam kadar hiç kimse daha kızgın olamaz. Kimin hakkı ki o zaman, ondan daha kızgın olmak. Şekiller canım, şekiller dolu, kumaşlarla kaplanmış bir sürü şekil. Yolda kucağında bir çocuğu taşıyan adam var. Bir çocuk yolda bir adamın kucağında taşınıyor. Bir çocuğun elinde plastik bir kedi var. Bu kedi ileride nasıl mantıklı gelecek ki. Mastürbasyon canım benim. Sen ben ve onlar. Durmadan sürekli birbirimize mastürbasyon yapıyoruz. Birer birer, bazen toptan kıskanarak. Anne anne ben de yapmak istiyorum...Bağırıyoruz boyuyoruz nefret ediyoruz duruyoruz. Kelimeler canım, kelimeler. Nasıl konuşsam onları. Zor. Benim için zor, bir kelimeyi diğer bir kelimeyle arkasından başka bir kelime gelecek şekilde konuşmak zor. Evet canım. Yes my dear. I have to describe something bad in good words. I need to describe something. Something about a bad time in kind words. (Yes my dear) On an island to a coast. A coast full of people with coloured fabric. They wave it while smashing into the passers-by. Then from a coast to an island. I rush all the time. Clinking noise is loud, so is an annoying stare. My dear, he said, no one can be more angry than a man who can't bring bread home. Who has the rights then, to be more angry than this man. Shapes my dear, shapes are full, full of shapes, covered in fabrics. There is a man carrying a child in his arms across the road. A child being carried across the road in a man's arms. A child is carrying a plastic kitten. How is this kitten ever going to make sense? Wanking each other off, my dear. You and me and them. We are all wanking each other off. One at a time. and ohh.. with so much envy. Mummy mummy, I want to do it as well… We shout we paint we hate we stand. Words my dear, words. How shall I speak them. Difficult. I find it difficult, I find it difficult to say one word with a word that joins another word. Yes my dear.