Thursday, April 28, 2011

Two Molecules

It's the concept that irritates
that you can meet it in the street everyday
among the piles of garbage by the florist
next to the homeless man that looks through them at night
and in the penthouse of a skyscraper of million dollars.

It's the concept that as you walk
among the myriad of men,
holds you back. Holds you back to look.
You look, and down there, down the woods,
down the frosty sidewalk, down the main road of town,
you meet with it face to face.

It's not that of an individual I celebrate
it's that of the trashy sluts and fake intellectuals both,
it's the repetitiveness, that you come by it on and on.
It's wider, greater than that. It will not die with the thunderstorm,
will not die with the earthquake in Japan, not die with guns,
not die at all even if two molecules of it evaporate in the air.

Monday, April 18, 2011

من هیچ ایده‌ای در موردش ندارم.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

to die in a womb

Give up so young? But then what to do with the rest of one's life!

Friday, April 8, 2011

test or taste?

بفرمایید شام به من یاد داد که ایرانیان ساکن انگلیس فرق بین کلمه‌ی تست به معنی آزمایش رو با کلمه‌ی تیست به معنی مزه نمی‌دونن.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

پرروهای سر سفره

مهمونی، ایرانی که باشه، هر جای دنیا هم که باشه، همیشه کسی هست که وقتی بشقاب ته‌دیگ میاد سر سفره، بشقاب خودش رو با اون عوض کنه.

Hard to resist your urges

I want to buy a baby and eat it.


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