Archive - Oct 4, 2007

نمی خواهمت ای نفت!

نمی خواهم
نمی خواهمت ای نفت!
دیر زمانی می پنداشتم
که تو بر سر من می سوزی
اینک می بینم
که من بر سر تو می سوزم
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Khayamesque

How many nights this way I’ve spent
How many more will go misspent
A chance to dream wasted once more
Under this old and starless tent.
One spins a yarn, one twists a twine
And all awhile one waits in line
One weaves a cloth, be white it may
A newborn’s wrap, or shroud of mine. >>>

Around midnight at an open piazza!

Sunday, 9 p.m. - I am restless in this little apartment decorated in a way that only the 'Neuvo Riche' can manage to decorate. All the new accessories in the market…anything that is advertised…the hip and trendy … the whole apartment is making me feel out of place. In an attempt of protesting this vulgarity, I sit on the floor … no … I lay down on the floor and almost chain smoke my cigarettes … no Gitanes…they taste like shit … like 'Peshgel'. I stick to my Winston Lights, and pour down the cheap Vodka I have bought. Must be careful … soon I am out of my scholarship money and will be on the street, especially if I keep showing my contempt openly for this whole place. >>>

The world wide company

9/11 was nothing but an inside job in order to prepare the ground for changing the laws and restricting the civil liberties specially in the US for the future post-oil era. It also served for many other purposes.

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