Psychoactiva

boro baba toham, mikhasti majale onjoori biyaram berat migereftan maro yek balahi saremon miendakhtan..

Don't die just yet -

vali midooni ke jah hast... va har vaght tasmim gerefti biyay, faghat yek zang bezan... khosh amadi



It's 35 degrees, night, damp and relatively windy. Wounded cats tread upon their dystopic asphalt world, as the negligent men talk and boast about their many ways of doing things. Ideas are formed and lost, as this godforsaken country steps into the light of westernization; into the beauty of calculus and preservation; into our fucking palace of immortality.

Yesyes, come come, of course you are all welcome. Big neon signs advertise the new way. Come come, and make sure to feed off of the eternal bread which will never make you fat - until the taste itself vanishes, in the ocean of inflation which we are all so joyously dreaming about.

fuck you

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Postat av: TheWave

Godforsaken indeed. Heathens! :O

2011-06-18 @ 20:43:04

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