Friday, December 21, 2007

Not That Special, You See

I Love Ferrari.
I Love Spaghetti.
I Love You.
There are 32 different words in Eskimo Language for Love in diff occasions,
but I can easily compare Ferarri, Spaghetti & U with the same 4 letters in English.
It's a miracle.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Myst of Undelivered Words

The child was begging his father for a chocolate bar in the last 30 minutes.
Finally her father made his way to the news stand,
paid for the paper in his hand & asked for Cigarettes for change.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Error

She called me everyday and asked for forgiveness.
& when I finally forgave her,
She never called back again.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Talk to me

I know Persian, English & French.
But non have improved my life.
Now I am looking for a Feminin-Language tutor.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Scars Concealed

Run rabbit, rabbit run. Burry your surrows deep & keep them for a rainy day. Keep the phrases in mind parrots of the carribean. You will have a lot to retell. For the vampire-ized monkey's too busy searching for forms of life in nukes of the universe tonight. I foresee the day in a near tomorrow an alian robot will land to navigate & search for forms of life on a rock called Earth. What the hell! What suit shall I wear for our mutual funeral?

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Sinking To Oblivion

Happy birthday humanity dear
You could have been 2007 years old by now.
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He used to ponder.
Used to…
Or perhaps was "used by" ponder…
He can’t tolerate his own brain waves under lethal cocktails of painkillers & whiskey no more.
The new mind-free alcoholic show on 2100 sharps seems to be carving their message at last besides their disillusioning effect.
Obliviousness is the foolproof method towards happiness, he can read.
While thinkers hurt their brain cells & torture their youth, thinking yet to no avail, the majority, after a successful day of money-raking take their daily prey to bed
& wake up the next, searching for another & the next generation is formed by who mes amis? Nous ou ils???
Then the monkey unplugged his senses & dosed off, lost in hollow dreams & his fatal future of unavoidable pondering tomorrows.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Matched The Mismatched

Tears have solved no man’s problems.
In the game of love, the strong survive.
A man has to constantly be on the hunt & laugh "surrender" off & wait till he becomes the pray for a pray who luckilyhas not yet hunted a hunter.

Alas!

I can’t yet figure out though
who has put me in the "Endangered Hunter Species" list
& my counterpart among the "Anti-Hunter-Hunting Prays".

Friday, August 10, 2007

Coallition Forces Invade Genetics

When you are born a monkey,
you are entitled to choose your own path in each & every detail
but the general aspect of your life always remains the same;
you are & will always be a monkey.
Genetics is the real WMD perhaps.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

The Monkey's High Again

The attractive, the bland & the ugly,
the three visual categories we define.
But even the wisest monkey won't categorise
himself in either & will constantly try to climb up
to the first group. Perhaps the sheer beauty of life is that
by avoiding analysis you sometimes create a stronger logic.

Monday, July 23, 2007

When arms were upper limbs...

The call to run towards arms was never true.
A new version of rabbit running towards the snake's carrot-painted fangs
or maybe votes ruinning towards the idiots running for the running-us role.
& yet we still stand in every single line, to do what we are told.
Well-trained children, aren't we?

Monday, July 09, 2007

Tic Tac Death, Tic Tac Death

Time is just an excuse for god
to justify one's death.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Obliged To Divulge...

Life is not as hard as some make it seem.
The main topics are very clear;

Woman wants man,
Man tries to stay bachelor,
Woman gets man,
Woman gets baby,
Man dies
& They happily live ever after.

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Men are the known victims of this beyond Shakespeare tragedy called life but still they play along & get along with their unfortunate role. But why is that so? Are men nut-heads or something?

Men as the more emotional gender of the two, do try to maintain their individuality as long as possible but it comes a time in each man's life when he feels lonely. Father Loneliness is the big boss behind this unavoidable plot. When men grow tired of being with their male friends or are left with no still-single friends, they sit thinking one day in the tub or maybe one night in bed, that they need someone to be there when they come home, someone whom even with her constant naggings, they know would be there for them when they need help and more than any other reason perhaps, someone whom they can offer their masculine love to. That is when all half-wit guys decide to wear THE RING & no matter WHEN that day comes, when it comes a guy chooses one of the possible companions in range & present in his life on that special day.

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Footnote 1: In order to avoid shocks, buy calenders to check if your "D-Day" is listed.

Footnote 2: Girls, if you like or most probably love a guy, make sure you'ld be there when his "D-Day" comes!

Footnote 3: There is no such thing as a wise guy as a naive girl is also a myth.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Be Sweet, Do Not Sweat

You'll be rewarded if you do a good job?
That surely is a myth. Rewards go only to the ones who know the way to present their charm & empathy to the boss or just to cut the euphemism, flatter the big guy better! Flattery gets you nowhere is a total misleading sign on the road my friend. There actually is nowhere where flattery can't take you. It is more like the whole world is a big apple, we are only living to polish!


Monday, May 28, 2007

Axe, Nivea, Adidas...

I doubt that the feared element
about hell is its extraordinary untolerable heat.
It must only be the excessive continious
sweat-smell of the people there, that kills.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Imagine there was no Time-Limit

The judge did not even look up at the monkey when he read his sentence. 19 months of home-work detention for the moneky in Donkeyland.
The monkey packed his stuff, leafed through the calender & found his release date, marked it and wrote in red, if I shall live to see this day, I shall comit suicide. For the monkey I will be then, is a lonely soul with no firends, no past & no future who will no longer know how to speak in Monkeyish nor Donkeyish.
The calender was closed, hopes drained & another soul gone to waste.
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Setting your computer's date to two years later now might just be 2 clicks away
but knowing your life will be wasted & you must tolerate every torturing
moment of an imprisonment-like period for two years with no
improvements in your knowledge, bank account,... is way too much!

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

The space-suit feeling

It sometimes comes to me that death itself can be a more distant form of participation in the continuing history of the world. A simultanous presence and absence while the presidents take the same shameful decisions & friends go on giggling over someone who is no longer you. For a period in the space of time I can imagine what it will be like to be a ghost and walk forever through a silence deeper than silence, to apprehend but never quite reach the lights of home.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Surpassing an ass-burn

What is it with this world??
Almost always, in a fire,
the ones who try to act like water,
end up as ash, blown away by the fire-stimulators!!!

Thursday, April 26, 2007

The Infallible Hand In Glove Ploy

The monkey had been outstandingly obediant.
He had fullfilled each and every task he had been told.
Woken up to the greetings of his grand radio set, brushed his teeth with the newly-widely-advertised tootbrush & toothpaste, he was searching T.V channels to find a problem he could solve & practice his math with.
And then the T.V sang;

- $100 million it is, the estimated amount that Gap, Apple & Motorolla have spent on marketing the RED campaign, launched a year ago to benefit the Global Fund to Fight AIDS, tuberculosis & Malaria.

- $18 million, amount the RED campaign has raised worldwide.

Calculate who has really benefitted.

The monkey's eyes rolled over for a while, then in a gorgeous immitation of normality, he put his pencil down, pretended he had to pee and quietly left the room.
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Sunday, April 15, 2007

The Beauty of Execution

What I don't get about executions is the presence of a doctor
& the physical examinations before the act is performed!
I mean hey there are only two possible conditions:

1. Normal Heart rate; the convict does not fear the process

2. Ferrari-paced heart rate; the convict might wet the floor soon.

& then in the end they kill the guy anyway when it is declared he is perfectly healthy!

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Yet again, there seems to be some sort of misunderstanding-the-doctor situation.
First of all, the healthy are legitimate to be killed while the sick are sometimes excused!
Secondly, the young are no-doubters on the line while the old might be forgiven!
Thirdly, when the doctor declares someone sane, he is a gonner while if insane can shake off the sentence!

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What is all the CPR, Emergency detoxication & saving-life-efforts for
when a death-sentenced convict commits suicide???

Friday, April 06, 2007

Ineluctable Obduracy

The beauty of wearing glasses is that you can choose, limit or extend your visual field & visual power at will.

Now my eyes swim behind the oval lenses of my new see-through glasses instead of my old ones which had frosted glasses through which strangers could only be seen but not identified.

The difference now, is that I can identify people well enough if necessary but have deliberately chosen not to see them at all.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Tree How n' Dread

297, 298, 299, ,301, 302, 303

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Genie!! I want a fourth wish dude!!

There are moments in your life when you literally
feel the hidden pain in lonliness deep in your bones.
You stay up the whole night, crying and praying for the lonliness to end.
Then the next morning you find your wish granted
and yourself among people who are speaking in a language
you don't speak nor understand & they are not speaking to you either.
Then you feel a deeper pain, wishing for the lonliness to return
and heal your now deeper wound.
I wish for lonliness to take me in his warm arms
and set me free from this place I feel alienated.
If your father is Mr. Lonliness shouldn't you also be a Mr. Lonliness?????

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Installements of the uninstalled...

There is a period, God's presence is not strongly felt!
I wonder which company has expelled him lately.
Airbus? Ford? GM??

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Let's talk Jack,
Here are the sizzling nondescript topics of the day;
Financial growth, cutting jobs, Casinos, strip clubs, illegal immigration & war.
The choice is all yours dude. ALL YOURS!!

Friday, February 23, 2007

Nightmare Plus (version 13.13)

Exile, is what I get at this age.
Behind, is where I have to leave all I have achieved.
My castles are burnt to ground,
my Waterloo has been forced upon me &
now Napoleon is among the few feeling my loss.
Farewell, civilised world.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Physics of Mentality in a Mental Planet

There are loads of triggers & stimulations
that continously & simultanously bug my patience.
But I suspect my recent impatience is in no way
in connection with them but somehow related to
my "patience contraction" due to the freezing winter days.
There must be a relationship, musn't it??

Friday, January 26, 2007

The Mystic Streets of Worldville

The streets, these days, have a thick STD aroma,
& all that you hear, aside from the hunking horns
is the moaning theme of unfaithful pregnant moms
who are working late, just to be able to buy
the next piece of jewellery they've seen,
as the chopper in the air or the TV screens perhaps
voice out their concern about the not so scarey HIV.
There are worse ways to die, some voices call.
It's litterally, a f*cking miracle.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Unquestioned Answers

Don't be shy to admit it,
I feel just as sad for you, my friend.
Can't you see? you are making the same sad mistake.
Passing your precious time with others & me,
rather than spending some of such
irretrievable minutes just with yourself.
You, yourself & the gentle symphoney of tic-tac.

Monday, January 08, 2007

A 5 Star Confession

1. The One should be defined as an educated girl who knows
English perfectly alongside French
& be from an acceptable family class.
Not to mention not being too short &
not so challenging & looking for a two-person lead.

2. My religion has no prophets without Roger Waters.
My life's so empty without decent music.

3. The newly defined religions are to be avoided
as they have become a source of division & pain.

4. Ain't boys lame when they boast about their manhood honours & girls when they try to attract guys with their girlish words & tricks?

5. Accept this victim's advice; Nobody's worth being valued
more than his/her worth.

Thanks to my good friend, the honorable Foulla for this tag.
I would like to pass it on to David, Maryam, Yabco & Jarvenpa.