۴ تیر ۱۳۹۱

Pary.




I was pretty lazy kid in school. I was bored to death, specially, when the math 

professor began to teach us the function from algebra. I don’t know the kind, how he 

tried to teach us, was pretty seldom. Couple other students were the same feeling. We 


stuck around and spend our time to get rid of it; so to say we ignored everything in the 

class including the algebra. Time after time, the class developed it self in higher level 

by the mathematics, but I was still the same guy; nothing, nothing sparked my interest. 

I wasn’t bad kid in school at al, therefore you could check my school reports, which 

I’m personally proud of I, but on that time it was something else developing in me and 

my mind was wandering all the time. I understood the logical of algebra, but how he \

tried to teach us was pretty seldom. It was every time the case that I must be fascinated 

by some theme hundred percent, then I could get everything in one line. So to say I 

most am on the edge of my seat and only then, but by that teacher it was ones in a blue 

moon, what a drag, Some times. My father, the master of every thing that I know, 

watched my seldom attitude in background it downed on him what was bothering his 

son, but it was something else developing in me and I was fooling around with my 

mind somewhere else, and not in the class. Later, will everybody know, how awful I 

am, I told to my self. Soon, it will stick out everywhere that I am a bad student and 

that was correct, by algebras final test I bombed. It comes to; that I must reaped the 

math in the school vacation time. "No way goes around my son buckle up you have 

to", sad my father and I took him up it, but it was something else developing in me, 

some thing else was sparkling my interest. Her name was Pary.

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