androgenius approach

To-do list

Feed the vanilla plant with caramel bonbons… that plant needs attention…

Treat infected daisies and ignore their complaints about the smell of the Sun…

Look yourself in the mirror for 10-mississipi, then make it 60…

Pinch Russian classics and wait for a reaction… if there is no response, write “no response” on your left wrist…

Count the butterflies in your room and fill in the butterfly attendance sheet… Focus on the introverts for 23 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds…

Sing a lullaby for the faded drapes…

Make a grail out of cigarette butts and fill it with lemonade, then wash the walls with it…

Keep sending signals to your brain that command you to live flashbacks about that dead kitten and that dying puppy…

Pray… pray really hard… so hard that amnesia comes and cleanses your broken soul…

Hate yourself for being so “can’t-explain-the pain-to-yourself”

Consult some contractors about your plan to build a home where you will be totally and joyfully disconnected from other veins pumping plagues onto yourself... suggest them to use glass and leaves and chocolate that wouldn’t melt in case of Tsunami or Apocalypse…

Read for -dummies articles on ships and planes…

Find one-liners for various circumstances, special occasions, small talks…etc.

Surf the net for arcade games and great white sharks…

Person in charge: So, why are you showing this list, Miss?

Miss: Do you smell decay?

Person in charge: Explain decay…

Miss: You… Me.. this intangible slimy texture of the air… I am NOT crazy… I KNOW it…

So, that’s what that average woman dreamt of writing, sweat oozing from her pores… the weather seemed a bit spoilt and direct… she envisioned herself falling from an evergreen cliff… not like a suicide, more like a baby bird learning to fly… she wondered whether birds hated not having similar eyelids to ours… she regretted being confused all the time… she wanted to grow up and stop believing in fairies and angels, and super heroes…

“in summers” she murmured, “pavements want to take a walk with their gigantic concrete entities… they want to say ‘hello, we are the pavements and we need to walk for awhile’… and in contrast to the common belief-to-be, they would walk with the utmost grace and glamour, their grayish-brownish complexion would turn into a sexy platinum and as they strolled, we would feel a warm breeze stroking our hair…”

Yes, some average women are really concerned with pavements and definitions and limitations and no one is willing to conduct a research on this matter…

                                                            Neslihan Atcan Altan

                                                            14/06/07

RECYCLE

And little girls wake up,

Into a world

Where they don’t smell like vanilla anymore

Broken pieces of a mirror

Reflect a stoned Alice…

That hurts, doesn’t it?

It’s not the same blood

That tickles the essence

Little girls miscarry themselves

Over and over again

Finding their silhouettes

On a rusting carousel

The disdainful aroma of Decay and Spring

Frowns upon irony

Will the time ever come

For the little girls

To be goddesses again?

                                                Neslihan Atcan    9/25/06