tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56016752461460615452012-01-08T16:07:20.917-08:00mordab360http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582080819917415972noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601675246146061545.post-55727621604020468422012-01-01T16:30:00.000-08:002012-01-01T16:30:00.981-08:00<h3 class="post-title">In Praise of Me </h3><br />Siamak is waiting for me to write something and then he will shake his ass!<br />Afshin is dead!<br />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?<br />All friends are repeating their roles. Somebody white green is getting red, loosing his mind...<br />I am supposed to be tired.... just supposed to be....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601675246146061545-5572762160402046842?l=shasography.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mordab360http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582080819917415972noreply@blogger.com0