Ash, Pizza va "Sabzi".... (va pepsi) rip dio
Yek rouz to ham darde man ra mifami - Dave
A trip to the clouds. A blind climbing up the hills of naivety. A foolish smile. A juvenile laugh.
-Let him live in his own world, at least there he is happy and accepted, why would you want to take that away from him?
- Because it's not right, goddamnit. My own son! A mad man?! Get him off those pills
- But sir, so much effort vould go to waste, we finaly numbed down his inner pains.
- HAH! What does he have to cry about? When I grew up I did so in hardship and misery, this boy has gotten it all? Why can't I have a normal son?!
Pull the fucking plug already; I have no son!
The young man's head became a chaotic plave once more. The fairies and dragons and kings and queens and lovely grassy fields and the gentle brooks and the fresh air and the sunny sky and the glowing sun and the gleeful unicorns and the playful clouds and the growing trees and the solemn children and the truthful lillies and the inaudible robot all dissapeared. The man panicked. Lonely, but not alone. Dreading the empty space between him and the others. Dreading his grey metal shell. Dreading eternal life. Dreading hope.
I'm the man on the siiilver mountain.
adieu HEY ANGEL, WHAT'S YOUR SITUATION?
A trip to the clouds. A blind climbing up the hills of naivety. A foolish smile. A juvenile laugh.
-Let him live in his own world, at least there he is happy and accepted, why would you want to take that away from him?
- Because it's not right, goddamnit. My own son! A mad man?! Get him off those pills
- But sir, so much effort vould go to waste, we finaly numbed down his inner pains.
- HAH! What does he have to cry about? When I grew up I did so in hardship and misery, this boy has gotten it all? Why can't I have a normal son?!
Pull the fucking plug already; I have no son!
The young man's head became a chaotic plave once more. The fairies and dragons and kings and queens and lovely grassy fields and the gentle brooks and the fresh air and the sunny sky and the glowing sun and the gleeful unicorns and the playful clouds and the growing trees and the solemn children and the truthful lillies and the inaudible robot all dissapeared. The man panicked. Lonely, but not alone. Dreading the empty space between him and the others. Dreading his grey metal shell. Dreading eternal life. Dreading hope.
I'm the man on the siiilver mountain.
adieu HEY ANGEL, WHAT'S YOUR SITUATION?
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