۲ اردیبهشت ۱۳۹۱

Are you in good hands?


I can’t say No, some times, it’s impossible to say No. It looks like nobody want to listen to your “No”. You could still say No, No to that nonsense; No to that evil; No in your vote; No to election of same shit on different pile, but who’s listening to? You see, every body is busy, busy with some other “No” like: No I can’t do that. No it is against my Principe. No it will damage my future
Don’t think so.
Forget it!
Shot up You, you are here to feed the unemployment fees and my Retirement Treasure
 Nothing else.
Enjoy your day as long you can dud, which I personally prefer and recommend (just imagine, you  could be under rain of bombs in Iraq, Iran, Syria some where  alive or desist). Well, you see they tell you No and that’s the only way, this way or they’ll label you in some sort of impossible, incorruptible, terrorist, lower level, Mongolic, black, Braun, dark, gray, Gypsy, Canons food, burning good, handicap, retarded, get rid of hem, stomach-ache, stopped……. did you find your label or should I continue?
Other Example, they will ask you: what is your gender; are you a man or a Woman; how old are you; are you still good for some tacky tacky, you know what I mean.
Well next question is…let me think. Oh ye, are you a “User”?, I mean, do you use every morning some legally easy to buy drugs like Tylenol or Advil, to get ride of some unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of last night Smash, like every Morning.
Are you a user or a looser, I mean could you pay the damage or do you need to be refinanced?

Are you in good hands?


By Damon 




۲۷ اردیبهشت ۱۳۹۰

relaxed it’s Fed ex





Some times, I think
 it is late to drink a coffee
 enjoy the taste, or the moment of getting surrounded with aroma.
 It is not only the coffee alone
 but the atmosphere
 relaxed it’s Fed ex




By damon

۲۹ خرداد ۱۳۸۹

Remembrance





Remembrance

I am the terrified child Longing for the comfort of my father’s soft hand. The tears rolled down my once rosy cheeks as he left to fill a filthy trench. The pain and sorrow in my heart would never heal. The day he left I would never forget. The day he left I felt sadness. The day he left I knew he wouldn’t come back. I am terrified child awaking in the dark, cold night screaming his name knowing he’s not here any more.


By Mandy