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" what about the day

when she made love

with your song

to another lover "

eyes are the best mouths 

Madame Tutli-Putli (2007)

here i come...

run-on

William Lamson, Kite Drawing Jan. 31, 2009

I'm a little baby these days. 

Confused and crying, but not really, just panicking, but not really, cause I'm still functioning, or not (apparently) not because I'm slowing down and then I speed up and slow down again - losing my breath - and catch up again and then watch people do their thing and I imagine them naked, like the shiny animals they really are clothed in different colours and all of a sudden civilized with degrees and anxieties and thoughts and mathematical abilities to fly kites, and I miss playing with a kite or playing with anything that is not bodily and is not too expensive for my lifestyle or too cheap for my dignity.

Yeah...I'm a little baby these days. 

brain leakage

Vali Asr Sq., Tehran 1960s                          

i may never go back

and cars

drunk with heat

ravaged by rain and beat and tired

driven from one street to a corner to a lonely lot

they seem to breath

i may never go back and sad, sad, sudden sadness sits on my hands

my crippled multi-coloured fingernails

"not to be taken seriously," he says

but colorful enough

to be banned.

don't worry don't worry oh don't you baby worry worry worry please

word of the day

can you be my . . .

bête noire |ˌbāt ˈnwär; ˌbet|noun ( pl. bêtes noires pronunc. same or |ˈnwärz|)a person or thing that one particularly dislikes : great-uncle Edward was my father's bête noire.ORIGIN mid 19th cent.: French, literally ‘black beast.’

The struggle of man against power 

is the struggle of memory 

against forgetting. 

- MILAN KUNDERA