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Sunday, June 29, 2008



Saturday, June 21, 2008





    And the night that you got locked in
    Was the time to decide
    Stop chasing shadows
    Just enjoy the ride


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    Abba - The Winner Takes It All
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    I don't wanna talk
    About things we've gone through
    Though it's hurting me
    Now it's history
    I've played all my cards
    And that's what you've done too
    Nothing more to say
    No more ace to play

    The winner takes it all
    The loser's standing small
    Beside the victory
    That's her destiny

    I was in your arms
    Thinking I belonged there
    I figured it made sense
    Building me a fence
    Building me a home
    Thinking I'd be strong there
    But I was a fool
    Playing by the rules

    The gods may throw a dice
    Their minds as cold as ice
    And someone way down here
    Loses someone dear
    The winner takes it all
    The loser has to fall
    It's simple and it's plain
    Why should I complain

    But tell me does she kiss
    Like I used to kiss you
    Does it feel the same
    When she calls your name
    Somewhere deep inside
    You must know I miss you
    But what can I say
    Rules must be obeyed

    The judges will decide
    The likes of me abide
    Spectators of the show
    Always staying low
    The game is on again
    A lover or a friend
    A big thing or a small
    The winner takes it all

    I don't wanna talk
    If it makes you feel sad
    And I understand
    You've come to shake my hand
    I apologize
    If it makes you feel bad
    Seeing me so tense
    No self-confidence
    But you see
    The winner takes it all
    The winner takes it all


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Saturday, June 14, 2008





Thursday, June 12, 2008



Sunday, June 08, 2008



    سرکار یا جناب ..........!
    آر یو هپی نا؟
    پ.ن: تمامی حقوق این وبلاگ متعلق به نویسنده آن است. نقل مطالب این وبلاگ بدون ساک زدن برای نویسنده پیگرد قانونی دارد.


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Friday, June 06, 2008




    Sting - Big Lie Small World
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    I sat down and wrote this letter
    Telling you that I felt better
    Since you've gone and I was free
    I'm so happy

    I have so little time to spare now
    I'm wanted almost everywhere now
    I make out like Casanova
    Friends are always coming over

    I signed my name as if I meant it
    And sealed it with a kiss and sent it
    The letter headed through my mood
    Happy in my solitude

    But halfway home I changed my tune
    And when I saw my lonely room
    The mirror caught my eye
    When I sat down, I cried

    Big lie, small world
    It was a big lie, small world

    I had to intercept that letter
    Telling you that I was better
    I raced to catch the postman's van
    He was leaving as I ran

    I missed the bus, I missed the train
    I end up walking in the rain
    Big dog chased me down the street
    Hadn't had a bite to eat

    Feeling sorry for myself
    And wishing I was someone else
    I walked across the city
    Because I couldn't stand your pity

    Big lie, small world
    It was a big lie, small world

    The place you live looks opulent
    And obviously a higher rent
    Than a cozy little room
    I had this sense of doom

    Your landlord says you're out of town
    But your new boyfriend's always around
    The hour was getting late
    So I sit down and wait

    Here's the postman with my letter
    Coming down the path he better
    Give that thing to me
    I have to make him see

    Begging doesn't do the trick
    He thinks that I'm a lunatic
    But then who comes upon the scene
    But your new boyfriend, Mr. Clean

    I hit the postman, hit your lover
    Grabbed the letter, ran for cover
    The police arrived in time for tea
    They said they'd like to question me

    But I can only curse my fate
    I had to face the magistrate
    It hasn’t been the best of days
    I'd like to fly away

    Big lie, small world
    Big lie, small world
    It was a big lie, small world
    Big lie, small world


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Wednesday, June 04, 2008



    یک سری از تفریحات من از نظر دیگران تفریح نیستند.
    به نظر ایشان اینها شیوه های خودکشی و خود ویران گری هستند.

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    تا به حال در آب انبار میرزا تقی خان سکس کرده اید؟

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    تا به حال کسی را که سوارتان است از زمانی که سوارش بودید شدیدتر کرده اید؟

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    صبر کن ببینم.
    کم کم دارم برهان میشم بر پشت همه ی کسایی که "صادق" بود اسم اخلاق سگی دوست داشتنیشون،
    انقدرها هم هشیار و بی نقص نمردن طفلکی ها.
    پیداش کردم،
    آهستگی در چشمانش،
    ایستاده با لبخند مثلثی.
    اوست.

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    شما از نظم های ساده خوشتان می آید؟ (مثلا یک صفحه ی سفید مرتب که دو دایره هم مرکز با رنگ های آپوزیت در آن کشیده شده اند.)
    یا از نظم های پیچیده؟ (مثلا اتفاقات کاملا بی ربط حوزه های مختلف زندگی من در 5 سال گذشته که تازه معلوم شده چه نظمی داشته)


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    آرامشی به اندازه ی نت های غمگین بعد از پایان صدای بزرگسال که میگفت "کو کزه خر و کوزه گر و کوزه فروش"
    منظره ای که زندان نگاه نیست
    لباس عجیب تو و لپ هایت که گل انداخته اند.


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    دار و درختای "زیگزاگ گوش خراش" حسابی سبز شدن
    شمع در گوش
    پاشنه ی کفش را میکشیم.


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