In Praise of Me
Siamak is waiting for me to write something and then he will shake his ass!
Afshin is dead!
This is another endless night for me. I have finished all my tea bags. 4:30PM. Silent building... I am extremely thirsty and bottle is empty.... lots of assignments.... Professor is asleep now. Fucking or being fucked. Science is marching on. Girls are dreaming. A dead man is walking. A fool is writing. Who is reading?
All friends are repeating their roles. Somebody white green is getting red, loosing his mind...
I am supposed to be tired.... just supposed to be....
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