or whatever you wish for

 Cannot say he was the last person,

but among the ones,

he was the most prominent.

As they said before.

Does salt speed up healing?

 The answer to this question is YES. this is because salt water helps to clean and promote healing by the process called osmosis. Salt forces liquid in cells to move out of the body when it comes in contact with them.

So let us roll upon the hill of bloody salt to heal all these stabs honey,

Let the pain in us soar through.

See salt on scars

 + on love, 

    to love.

    with love.

- the subject line is potent ... makes my heart beat.

+ tell me about it.

Through the summer winds

All I did in the current life, was growing useless hopes. 

I try hard to keep my pessimistic views and yet am helplessly hopeful;

such a pathetic malady!! Such a waste of life!

But would I have a better life version if I was not this naive? Of this I am not sure ... 

to the broken-city inhabitants

 I gave you my heart in cash,

aber you laugh for me at the credit.

Is it how you treat people in your crazy city?

👹👹

meine Verabscheuungswürdiger, meine Liebe

 I have slept most of my adulthood in some other people's coaches and I just do not want to anymore. 

And life acts like I am desiring something much more than what I'm worthy of. 

 ... that makes me so confused ... 👀 what am I missing here ?

Not-enough is the new enough

 Being liked for what you are is something that I had hardly experienced. 

Being liked for what you are not, is my thing ... not mine, but the "other"s' thing for me.

Being liked because you are not girlish enough ... should man be happy of getting this confirmation/love from the "other"s? It is alas my destiny to feel ached while feel being liked. 

Being liked is not my thing. 

Being not-enough is mine ... being OK with being no-some-shit-enough is my thing...

 نمی‌گویم او واپسین بود، ولی در میان واپسین‌ها، بی‌گمان، برجسته‌ترین بود

That is what Shafiei-Kadkani said about Zaryab Khoee

We developed under the grounds... geing eradicated in open airs like insect. We used to be so young, spreading our legs like some parasites.

I went to the street to buy a pack of cigarettes

I went to the other world to die

I went to get liver... to get two or three skewers 

He said what about your dog, what about your man, what about your child

... Now look ... will they ever let me to live under your shadows, like your dog?

: to old memories of Abdi Behravan and that fucked up narcs, having fun under the grounds together

I am a crepe, I am a weird dough. And also the old ways are Gun.

 You were all the questions I have asked years by years and the answer was always no way. The cat  smiled to life just at the moment that I stopped obsessing whether it is alive or fucked. 

Now what? Wanna claw me now that you are alive now? Pffff... Purrrfect. Clawsome. 

I do not resist or even fight you. You can enjoy your nothingness as deep as you enjoy kitty. 

The thundering waves are calling me home for sure. But I have changes my address. Even did the Anmeldung shit about it. Did not you know dummy? =]   Old days are gone.