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.