<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595</id><updated>2011-10-02T08:09:57.243-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Xerxes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-813441580326190835</id><published>2011-01-31T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:50:58.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Uncle Sam needs you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TUertqkGNbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OYiNwX2fh60/s1600/unclesam5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TUertqkGNbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OYiNwX2fh60/s320/unclesam5.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wonder why US always back stabs his close allies. I have personally witnessed Shah, Saddam, Musharaf, Mubarak, you just name it, used to be his close ally once. But afterwards they crushed to their knees for the guilt of rising glass with him.&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to his dear child, Israel? I think that would be the worst of them all,...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-813441580326190835?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/813441580326190835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=813441580326190835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/813441580326190835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/813441580326190835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2011/01/uncle-sam-needs-you.html' title='Uncle Sam needs you!'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TUertqkGNbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OYiNwX2fh60/s72-c/unclesam5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-4450076665820243528</id><published>2011-01-04T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:31:09.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Great Gig In The Sky</title><content type='html'>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to find a nice calm place. Then turn on your ipod and listen to this music loud.&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd find out what happened to me last night, when I was high again,...&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the power of music when she screams like a thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Gig In The Sky&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_Floyd"&gt;Pink Floyd &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Side_of_the_Moon"&gt;The Dark Side of the Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TSQIVTDI0ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/j1GXDEL6cug/s1600/220px-Dark_Side_of_the_Moon.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TSQIVTDI0ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/j1GXDEL6cug/s1600/220px-Dark_Side_of_the_Moon.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."&lt;br /&gt;"I never said I was frightened of dying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-4450076665820243528?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/4450076665820243528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=4450076665820243528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/4450076665820243528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/4450076665820243528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-gig-in-sky.html' title='The Great Gig In The Sky'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TSQIVTDI0ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/j1GXDEL6cug/s72-c/220px-Dark_Side_of_the_Moon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-8484029631827512875</id><published>2011-01-03T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:39:15.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Rubik's cube</title><content type='html'>Rubik showed me&amp;nbsp;a problem will&amp;nbsp;always be solved, without any exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TSGYWlFPTQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gw6TyC7CvtU/s1600/n44140534488_852770_4908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TSGYWlFPTQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gw6TyC7CvtU/s200/n44140534488_852770_4908.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-8484029631827512875?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/8484029631827512875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=8484029631827512875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/8484029631827512875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/8484029631827512875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2011/01/rubiks-cube.html' title='Rubik&apos;s cube'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TSGYWlFPTQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gw6TyC7CvtU/s72-c/n44140534488_852770_4908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-7877314077513824405</id><published>2011-01-02T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:44:50.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>One of my best,...</title><content type='html'>Please listen to this music with professional headphones.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to technology as we used to get high listening bad quality music more than 20 years ago&amp;nbsp;but now we have what we deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megadeth"&gt;Megadeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Youthanasia"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youthanasia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TSF0qkFYmDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J5QsOG-w9NU/s1600/220px-Megadeth-Youthanasia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TSF0qkFYmDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J5QsOG-w9NU/s1600/220px-Megadeth-Youthanasia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Mustaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten things remembered&lt;br /&gt;The tigers eat their young&lt;br /&gt;The body stayed but inside the head&lt;br /&gt;The mind was on the run&lt;br /&gt;A conspiracy of silence&lt;br /&gt;The only way out of pain&lt;br /&gt;Is turn around, run through it man&lt;br /&gt;Too wet to come in from the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they were doing it to you&lt;br /&gt;But don't try doing it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you, how I love you&lt;br /&gt;It's our secret, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how I love you&lt;br /&gt;But keep it in the family tree&lt;br /&gt;The secret of the family tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear them saying "trust me"&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait to see what's next&lt;br /&gt;Thrown to the wolves&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting&lt;br /&gt;Raised in a form of living hell&lt;br /&gt;Sing a one note song of rage&lt;br /&gt;Live and die within your heart&lt;br /&gt;So beware in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your family tree waits in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you, how I love you&lt;br /&gt;It's our secret, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how I love you&lt;br /&gt;But keep it in the family tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you, how I love you&lt;br /&gt;It's our secret, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how I love you&lt;br /&gt;The secret of the family tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-7877314077513824405?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/7877314077513824405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=7877314077513824405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/7877314077513824405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/7877314077513824405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-my-best.html' title='One of my best,...'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TSF0qkFYmDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J5QsOG-w9NU/s72-c/220px-Megadeth-Youthanasia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-7662438629960487152</id><published>2011-01-01T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:22:47.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Angel eyes,...</title><content type='html'>Certainly these are angels eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TR4Lqo79-QI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i-q5dmrLTjY/s1600/DSC01261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TR4Lqo79-QI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i-q5dmrLTjY/s320/DSC01261.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with your eyes Clarice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-7662438629960487152?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/7662438629960487152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=7662438629960487152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/7662438629960487152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/7662438629960487152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2010/12/angel-eyes.html' title='Angel eyes,...'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/TR4Lqo79-QI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i-q5dmrLTjY/s72-c/DSC01261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-4239542832808351191</id><published>2010-10-23T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T05:15:52.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Social security!</title><content type='html'>I was thinking why the word security resembles some fancy luxurious meaning in my country.&lt;br /&gt;If you do not have security, you cannot even pee in a public toilet. You are standing there trying to focus but you cannot succeed. Why? Because you are not familiar with the environment, and as a result you do not feel secured. So why people look at each other in a way that everybody has come out of home to fight? Why you do not trust EVERYONE? What happened to the country?&lt;br /&gt;Within a couple of weeks I have witnessed 2 arm robberies, first my mom was victim, then my colleague was nearly stabbed by a machette for what he had taken out of  bank. This society is going to experience the worst age of wild wild west because of having NO SECURITY!&lt;br /&gt;Those who say that we are living in a completely secured country, may be right in some extent but they are deliberetely abusing the security itself. They pay huge amount of money for their own security and they don't want this society to be secured at all.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no security there is no investment, no job, no future, no life. What else you need to call a society primitive?&lt;br /&gt;What is going to happen next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say the end is near.&lt;br /&gt;Some say we'll see armageddon soon.&lt;br /&gt;I certainly hope we will.&lt;br /&gt;I sure could use a vacation from thisBullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-4239542832808351191?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/4239542832808351191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=4239542832808351191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/4239542832808351191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/4239542832808351191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2010/10/social-security.html' title='Social security!'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-7006525440693475404</id><published>2010-10-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T07:01:19.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Money gets back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all right jack.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your hands away from my stack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-7006525440693475404?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/7006525440693475404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=7006525440693475404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/7006525440693475404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/7006525440693475404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-1047248234973960296</id><published>2009-11-14T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T04:18:52.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DEAD FATHER</title><content type='html'>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;It is a very beautiful piece of literature I read recently in one of my favorite books.&lt;br /&gt;The passage goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONALD BARTHELEME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;THE DEAD FATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot imagine how I shocked when I read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-1047248234973960296?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/1047248234973960296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=1047248234973960296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/1047248234973960296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/1047248234973960296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2009/11/dead-father.html' title='THE DEAD FATHER'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-8534330895400702467</id><published>2009-03-16T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:11:36.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My shortest phone discussion ever!</title><content type='html'>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;After a shameful absence of 3 months!!, I'm an old fart!!, I started to write something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Today i had the shortest phone discussion in my whole life!&lt;br /&gt;With whom? Who do you imagine? You're right dude, That was my dear "Wife"!!!&lt;br /&gt;I called. Around noon.&lt;br /&gt;- me: Alo?&lt;br /&gt;- She: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;- When?&lt;br /&gt;- 1700&lt;br /&gt;-Bye.&lt;br /&gt;- No reply&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;3 words!&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;And why you think that we had a conversation like that?&lt;br /&gt;Because she messed with me last night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-8534330895400702467?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/8534330895400702467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=8534330895400702467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/8534330895400702467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/8534330895400702467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/STViRHHHeII/AAAAAAAAACw/G8_q7tWB5o8/s320/me+and+my+toys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275230584640600194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-2285165542182721610?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/2285165542182721610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=2285165542182721610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/2285165542182721610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/2285165542182721610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-and-my-toys.html' title='Me and my toys.'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/STViRHHHeII/AAAAAAAAACw/G8_q7tWB5o8/s72-c/me+and+my+toys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-5668770851375210732</id><published>2008-12-02T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:21:56.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where she stands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/STVgY-AMANI/AAAAAAAAACo/cLLEIMhfjKY/s1600-h/in+the+expo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/STVgY-AMANI/AAAAAAAAACo/cLLEIMhfjKY/s320/in+the+expo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275228520611315922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days before her 8th birthday on 26.12.2008.&lt;br /&gt;She painted her piece of art a year and half ago.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;That's my mobile phone's picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-5668770851375210732?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/5668770851375210732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=5668770851375210732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/5668770851375210732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/5668770851375210732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-she-stands.html' title='Where she stands!'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/STVgY-AMANI/AAAAAAAAACo/cLLEIMhfjKY/s72-c/in+the+expo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-6252145474708359297</id><published>2008-12-02T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:16:50.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She won!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/STVNrszz05I/AAAAAAAAACg/QCn_z6k-YYM/s1600-h/trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/STVNrszz05I/AAAAAAAAACg/QCn_z6k-YYM/s320/trophy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275207951692583826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my whole family, there have been only 2 people who successfully made it to gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;I hope both of you continue success as you made me and all of my family proud.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a smile that it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;Where everything&lt;br /&gt;Was as fresh as the bright blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Now and then when I see her face&lt;br /&gt;She takes me away to that&lt;br /&gt;special place&lt;br /&gt;And if I stared too long&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet child o' mine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet love of mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/STVNrszz05I/AAAAAAAAACg/QCn_z6k-YYM/s72-c/trophy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-1072613515156835605</id><published>2008-10-08T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:22:43.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Where I'm standing</title><content type='html'>This is where I'm standing guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My warning meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You're dancing in quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you watch where you're wandering?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?&lt;br /&gt;(You're wading knee deep and going in. 2x)&lt;br /&gt;This bog is thick and easy to get lost in&lt;br /&gt;cause you're a stupid, belligerent fucker.&lt;br /&gt;This bog is thick and easy to get lost in&lt;br /&gt;cause you're a dumb ass, belligerent fucker.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it sucks you down.&lt;br /&gt;(Doownnn 3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My warning meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You're dancing in quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you watch where you're wandering?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?&lt;br /&gt;You're wading knee deep and going in,&lt;br /&gt;and you may never come back again.&lt;br /&gt;This bog is thick and easy to get lost in      &lt;br /&gt;cause you're a stupid, belligerent fucker.&lt;br /&gt;This bog is thick and easy to get lost in&lt;br /&gt;cause you're a dumb ass, belligerent fucker.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it sucks you down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My warning meant nothing,&lt;br /&gt;You're dancing in quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you watch where you're wandering?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?&lt;br /&gt;You're wading knee deep and going in,&lt;br /&gt;and you may never come back again.&lt;br /&gt;This bog is thick and easy to get lost in&lt;br /&gt;cause you're a stupid, belligerent fucker.&lt;br /&gt;This bog is thick and easy to get lost in&lt;br /&gt;cause you're a dumb ass, belligerent fucker.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it suck, I hope it suck,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it sucks you fucker,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it suck, I hope it suck,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it sucks you down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wander in and wandering.&lt;br /&gt;No one even invited you in.&lt;br /&gt;But still you stumble in,&lt;br /&gt;suffocate, so suffocate,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you geeeeet awayyyy?&lt;br /&gt;Wander in and wandering.&lt;br /&gt;No one even invited you in.&lt;br /&gt;But still you stumble in,&lt;br /&gt;suffocate, so suffocate,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you geeeeeet oooout while you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told you to coooooooooooooome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My warning meant nothing,&lt;br /&gt;You're dancing in quicksand&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you watch where you're wandering?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?&lt;br /&gt;You're wading knee deep and going in,&lt;br /&gt;and you may never come back again.&lt;br /&gt;This bog is thick and easy to get lost in&lt;br /&gt;cause you're a stupid, belligerent fucker.&lt;br /&gt;This bog is thick and easy to get lost in&lt;br /&gt;cause you're a dumb ass, belligerent fucker.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it suck, I hope it suck,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it sucks you fucker,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it suck, I hope it suck,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it sucks you......     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swamp song - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Undertow_%28Tool_album%29"&gt;Undertow&lt;/a&gt; 1993&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-1072613515156835605?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/1072613515156835605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=1072613515156835605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/1072613515156835605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/1072613515156835605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-im-standing.html' title='Where I&apos;m standing'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-2568166998667917502</id><published>2008-09-27T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:15:29.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Sex, Smoke and Scream?</title><content type='html'>Sex, because you're out of imagination at the moment. It really freezes your brain.&lt;br /&gt;Sex, because you're reaching out to a new generation.&lt;br /&gt;Sex, because of your lust for immortality.&lt;br /&gt;Sex, because you need to be adored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke, because you can see a tiny life circle between your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;You give birth and very soon you kill.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke, is a sign of burning and hunger inside.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke is a friend in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream, nobody care's about what you are trying so hard to imply.&lt;br /&gt;Scream, people appreciate if you raise your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Scream, for your rights.&lt;br /&gt;Scream, for what you have lost.&lt;br /&gt;Scream, for what you desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-2568166998667917502?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/2568166998667917502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=2568166998667917502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/2568166998667917502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/2568166998667917502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-sex-smoke-and-scream.html' title='Why Sex, Smoke and Scream?'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-8969190819557632103</id><published>2008-09-23T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:24:44.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My daughter's first day in school</title><content type='html'>She went to school today. The first grade. I took a picture when she was just about to leave the door with a beautiful smile. Future is calling you my love, keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was going to dive into a world of mystery. I can hardly remember the day I attended in the classroom for the first time but I can still remember the sweet taste of the days when I was in the primary school. When everything and  everybody was available all around and happiness was a part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad question which crossed my mind was: Would I be alive to see her graduated?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she will be strong enough to deal with this jungle we call society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-8969190819557632103?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/8969190819557632103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=8969190819557632103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/8969190819557632103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/8969190819557632103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-daughters-first-day-in-school.html' title='My daughter&apos;s first day in school'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-9088484394206615896</id><published>2008-09-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:44:19.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>From earth to Almighty Lord</title><content type='html'>This is one of the hardest poems which I used to work on it so hard to translate it to English when I was in university:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From earth to Almighty Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Died from object and grow as plant&lt;br /&gt;Died from plant and grow as species&lt;br /&gt;Died from species and grow as human&lt;br /&gt;How can I be afraid, when I was apart from death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next attack will die as a human&lt;br /&gt;Then I will grow angels feathers&lt;br /&gt;Again I will be flying above angels&lt;br /&gt;Will become whatever that can not be fantasized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will become nothing like harp&lt;br /&gt;Will murmur: the return is to Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mowlana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-9088484394206615896?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/9088484394206615896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=9088484394206615896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/9088484394206615896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/9088484394206615896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-earth-to-almighty.html' title='From earth to Almighty Lord'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-3604336645921750042</id><published>2008-09-17T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:28:42.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life - Now and then</title><content type='html'>When I take a look at my past I wonder how stupid time passed by and I grew old like this. Back in the 30 years ago, I remember a lot of changes was going on and I could not understand how. The revolution, I used to look at it like a combat game like most of young boys playing with their gun toys, while people were really dying.  The harsh scene that I still can not forget was a guy shooting freely with a AK47 2 meters away from me in the middle of our classroom in Alborz high school. He was shooting out of the window to a crowd out there in the street. I think I was 10-11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING CHANGED!&lt;br /&gt;I became someone else!&lt;br /&gt;Now my daughter is going to school tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;I still can not understand how long passed and how long is ahead.&lt;br /&gt;What if death is close enough the time I passed and I look into it this stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;Bottom- Undertow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My compassion is broken now.&lt;br /&gt;My will is eroded now,&lt;br /&gt;and my desire is broken now&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees and burning.&lt;br /&gt;My piss and moans are the fuel that,&lt;br /&gt;set my head on fire.&lt;br /&gt;So smell my soul is burning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;And I have swallowed the poison you feed me...&lt;br /&gt;but I survive on it, and it leaves me&lt;br /&gt;guilt, fed,&lt;br /&gt;hatred fed,&lt;br /&gt;weakness fed..&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;On my knees and burning.&lt;br /&gt;My piss and moans are the fuel that&lt;br /&gt;set my head on fire.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead insiiiiiiiiiiiiide!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shiiit aadds up 3x)&lt;br /&gt;Shit adds up at the bottooom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henry Rollins: If I let you, you would make me destroy myself. But in order to survive you, I must first survive myself. I can sink no further and I cannot forgive you. There's no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you. I've gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I will use my mistakes against you. There's no other choice. Shameless now. Nameless now. Nothing now. No one now. But my soul must be iron cause my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless.-&lt;br /&gt;And my fear is nakeeeeeeeeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deead iinsiide. 4x)&lt;br /&gt;Neeeedless now,&lt;br /&gt;shaaameless now,&lt;br /&gt;noooothing now,&lt;br /&gt;nooo one now.&lt;br /&gt;(Shit adds up 4x)&lt;br /&gt;You see me naaaaked now,&lt;br /&gt;feeeearless now,&lt;br /&gt;naaaaked now,&lt;br /&gt;feeeeearless now.&lt;br /&gt;You see... shit adds up.&lt;br /&gt;Shit adds, shit adds, shit adds up.&lt;br /&gt;It leaves me (deeead iinsiide 3x),&lt;br /&gt;dead, insiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred keeps me alive,&lt;br /&gt;ugliness keeps me alive,&lt;br /&gt;weakness keeps me alive,&lt;br /&gt;guilt keeps me alive&lt;br /&gt;at the bottoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead without TOOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-3604336645921750042?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/3604336645921750042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=3604336645921750042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/3604336645921750042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/3604336645921750042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-now-and-then.html' title='Life - Now and then'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-68687274507549932</id><published>2008-09-17T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:20:50.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Xerxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNESN5AkRjI/AAAAAAAAACA/1bUBd_S14fE/s1600-h/Xerxes_I,_the_Great,_King_of_Persia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNESN5AkRjI/AAAAAAAAACA/1bUBd_S14fE/s320/Xerxes_I,_the_Great,_King_of_Persia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246995070714136114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xerxes was son of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darius_the_Great" title="Darius the Great" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Darius the Great&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atossa" title="Atossa"&gt;Atossa&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daughter" title="Daughter"&gt;daughter&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyrus_the_Great" title="Cyrus the Great"&gt;Cyrus the Great&lt;/a&gt;. After his accession in October 485 BC, he suppressed the revolts in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egypt" title="Egypt"&gt;Egypt&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babylon" title="Babylon"&gt;Babylon&lt;/a&gt; that had broken out the year before and appointed his brother &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achaemenes_%28satrap%29" title="Achaemenes (satrap)"&gt;Achaemenes&lt;/a&gt; as governor or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satrap" title="Satrap"&gt;satrap&lt;/a&gt; over Egypt (Old Persian: khshathrapavan). In 484 BC, he took away from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babylon" title="Babylon"&gt;Babylon&lt;/a&gt; the golden statue of Bel (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marduk" title="Marduk"&gt;Marduk&lt;/a&gt;, Merodach), the hands of which the rightful king of Babylon had to take a hold of on the first day of each year, and killed the priest who tried to get in his way. Therefore Xerxes does not bear the title of King in the Babylonian documents dated from his reign, but King of Persia and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medes" title="Medes"&gt;Media&lt;/a&gt; or simply King of countries (i.e. of the world). This proceeding led to two rebellions, probably in 484 BC and 479 BC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-68687274507549932?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/68687274507549932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=68687274507549932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/68687274507549932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/68687274507549932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-xerxes.html' title='About Xerxes'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNESN5AkRjI/AAAAAAAAACA/1bUBd_S14fE/s72-c/Xerxes_I,_the_Great,_King_of_Persia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-6220145581963748819</id><published>2008-09-17T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:32:00.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life - Another aspect</title><content type='html'>You think that this life worth's living it so hard like this?&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion you're sadly mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This body. this body holding me. be my reminder here that I am not alone in&lt;br /&gt;This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-6220145581963748819?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/6220145581963748819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=6220145581963748819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/6220145581963748819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/6220145581963748819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-another-aspect.html' title='Life - Another aspect'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045794998808833595.post-3068414952181653456</id><published>2008-09-16T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:49:38.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sux without  sex, smoke and scream</title><content type='html'>That's not me. The one inside me. The one who you can not see. Maybe the filthier.&lt;br /&gt;The one who is trying to burst out all the day but simply can not because it was incarcerated. And when is he free? When in the fig front, smoked nice weed and scream for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you well.&lt;br /&gt;you are a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I know you better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;I know you best,&lt;br /&gt;better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I know you better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;You are just a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;You are just a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;You are just a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't speak.&lt;br /&gt;You don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;You can't leave.&lt;br /&gt;You can't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;You're just here for me to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you well.&lt;br /&gt;you are a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I know you better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;I know you best,&lt;br /&gt;better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I know you better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you well,&lt;br /&gt;better than one might think.&lt;br /&gt;I know you better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you well.&lt;br /&gt;you are a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I know you best,&lt;br /&gt;better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well,&lt;br /&gt;you are a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I know you best,&lt;br /&gt;better than one might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you&lt;br /&gt;to make a sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to die a little.&lt;br /&gt;Give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you best,&lt;br /&gt;better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I know you better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045794998808833595-3068414952181653456?l=khashez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/feeds/3068414952181653456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045794998808833595&amp;postID=3068414952181653456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/3068414952181653456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045794998808833595/posts/default/3068414952181653456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khashez.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-sux-without-sex-smoke-and-scream.html' title='Life sux without  sex, smoke and scream'/><author><name>Xerxes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06966797677599239792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7DDCAJpb4Xs/SNDxpa8wR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/i0UDgXystwI/S220/MrKhashayar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
