Saturday, November 14, 2009

THE DEAD FATHER

Friends,
After a quite long time of approx 7 months I started to write something but this time it is no joke. Nor a piece of garbage I usually write.
It is a very beautiful piece of literature I read recently in one of my favorite books.
The passage goes:

But have you noticed the slight curl at the end of Sam II’s mouth, when he looks at you? It means that he didn’t want you to name him Sam II, for one thing, and for two other thing, it means that he has a sawed-off in his left pant leg, and a baling hook in his right pant leg, and is ready to kill you with either of them, given the opportunity. The father is taken aback. What he usually says, in such a confrontation, is “ I changed your diapers for you, little snot” This is not the right thing to say. First, it is not true (mothers change nine diapers out of ten), and second, it instantly reminds Sam II of what he is mad about. He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that’s not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it, he is insane because when he loved you, you didn’t notice.

DONALD BARTHELEME,

THE DEAD FATHER



You cannot imagine how I shocked when I read this.

Monday, March 16, 2009

My shortest phone discussion ever!

Friends,
After a shameful absence of 3 months!!, I'm an old fart!!, I started to write something stupid.
Today i had the shortest phone discussion in my whole life!
With whom? Who do you imagine? You're right dude, That was my dear "Wife"!!!
I called. Around noon.
- me: Alo?
- She: Yes?
- When?
- 1700
-Bye.
- No reply
End.
3 words!
I said: Hi Honey, Who are you? Is everything Alright? How's baby? do you have enough money? You need anything? just name it,... When do I have to pick you up?
And she said: Honey :)) "How stupid!" You okay? How was lunch? Is everything all right in the office? You don't have a bad hair day!!! do you?? !!!! "Amazing funny stuff!!" Pick us up at 5 in the evening. Love you! Bye!!!
And why you think that we had a conversation like that?
Because she messed with me last night!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Me and my toys.


Me and my toys.

Where she stands!


21 days before her 8th birthday on 26.12.2008.
She painted her piece of art a year and half ago.
I want to register it here forever, maybe she will thank me when she reads it with her eyes, many years later, when she is a beautiful young lady.
That's my mobile phone's picture.

She won!


In my whole family, there have been only 2 people who successfully made it to gold medal.
My brother who achieved a couple of gold medals in Basketball and my little daughter who could achieve a gold medal for her painting in the 5th international children's art competition held by Iranian Center for the Cultural and Artistic Creations.
I hope both of you continue success as you made me and all of my family proud.
I love you.

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Where I'm standing

This is where I'm standing guys:

My warning meant nothing.
You're dancing in quicksand.
Why don't you watch where you're wandering?
Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?
(You're wading knee deep and going in. 2x)
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in
cause you're a stupid, belligerent fucker.
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in
cause you're a dumb ass, belligerent fucker.
I hope it sucks you down.
(Doownnn 3x)

My warning meant nothing.
You're dancing in quicksand.
Why don't you watch where you're wandering?
Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?
You're wading knee deep and going in,
and you may never come back again.
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in
cause you're a stupid, belligerent fucker.
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in
cause you're a dumb ass, belligerent fucker.
I hope it sucks you down!

My warning meant nothing,
You're dancing in quicksand.
Why don't you watch where you're wandering?
Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?
You're wading knee deep and going in,
and you may never come back again.
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in
cause you're a stupid, belligerent fucker.
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in
cause you're a dumb ass, belligerent fucker.
I hope it suck, I hope it suck,
I hope it sucks you fucker,
I hope it suck, I hope it suck,
I hope it sucks you down!

Wander in and wandering.
No one even invited you in.
But still you stumble in,
suffocate, so suffocate,
why don't you geeeeet awayyyy?
Wander in and wandering.
No one even invited you in.
But still you stumble in,
suffocate, so suffocate,
why don't you geeeeeet oooout while you can?

No one told you to coooooooooooooome!

My warning meant nothing,
You're dancing in quicksand
Why don't you watch where you're wandering?
Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?
You're wading knee deep and going in,
and you may never come back again.
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in
cause you're a stupid, belligerent fucker.
This bog is thick and easy to get lost in
cause you're a dumb ass, belligerent fucker.
I hope it suck, I hope it suck,
I hope it sucks you fucker,
I hope it suck, I hope it suck,
I hope it sucks you......

Swamp song - Undertow 1993

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Why Sex, Smoke and Scream?

Sex, because you're out of imagination at the moment. It really freezes your brain.
Sex, because you're reaching out to a new generation.
Sex, because of your lust for immortality.
Sex, because you need to be adored.

Smoke, because you can see a tiny life circle between your fingers.
You give birth and very soon you kill.
Smoke, is a sign of burning and hunger inside.
Smoke is a friend in need.

Scream, nobody care's about what you are trying so hard to imply.
Scream, people appreciate if you raise your voice.
Scream, for your rights.
Scream, for what you have lost.
Scream, for what you desire.