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.

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.

Error

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

Talk to me

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

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?

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.

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".

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.

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.

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?

Tic Tac Death, Tic Tac Death

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

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.

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!

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.

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!