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Freaks, Creeps, Fags, Weirdos, Perverts, Pricks, and Whatever The Hell You could Ever Call someone you always hated
You Know What Man?
We Should Accept
That You And I Lost Our Way.
On The Left side, We Never Got Along With Iranian Girls And Their Unique Morales
On The Other side, We Were Always Having This Goddamn Fear and Presentiment, Not To Screw up our Relationship with those Girls who Dont speak/understand our Persian words!
This so called Hot thing Inside us, Freaking out the first Group
Seemed like a Boring Routine for the other one!
And We Were never dared
Which Way to choose
Left Or Right?
We Just Stood There At The Crossing and Shouted:
Which Way To Goooo...??
***
You know Buddy?
Sometimes I really Dont Get it
These Damn Bitches Speak Nothing But A Whole lot of Nonsense.
For Example, The Last Time I Went To A Cafe With a Girl
I Sat there for 37 Boring Minutes, Staring At a Girl
Whom I have no Idea Where the Hell She Got All That Fucking Cocky Aplomb From,
Maybe it was The White "Zara" Fur
Anyway, All the time She was talking about Right Ways of Treating HER, HER Desires, HER Expectations, HER Wants and Needs, and HER Hundreds of Reasons She is Still Stick With Me (!!!).
I really was ashamed Of Using these words, Telling Her: "FUCK OFF BITCH!",
So I Poured My Coffee All Over Her Cocky Aplomb, Such an Unaccidental Spoil, you know!
And Left The Table, The bitch And The Whole Damn Place in Front Of All those Shocked Staring Eyes.
And I Got in The car
And Throw My Ringing Cell Phone in The back seat
Turned up the Music as much as possible
and Drove Home,
like a berserk escaping From Bedlam With a Car.
Eversince,
I never Dared to have a coffee there again.
See?
I Always used to say That this Society Will finally absorb us in it's Damn self.
Look At Me Now! I've finally, Totally Become One of the Million Retarded, Neurotic, Impatient Iranian Bastards.
Dude, I've unimaginably, inconceivably Become this Defiant Bonehead, Recently!
I Have no Fear of encountering Law, Besides I Enjoy Doing So!
Although I Never let them Bust My Ass!
***
Yeah Man!
I Do know You are more playing the Bloody Game Of survival in that Damned City
notwithstanding of all those tiny promotions you have achieved after leaving your family for your own personal life
And this is not sth to be called LIFE
But Afterall
It seems that you are happy with it
And I'm Happy For You!
I cross My Fingers and also Wish God Would help you find that tiny Canny you've lost in your head for years in the stuff you do as business!
And I hope that You and Ritt Would spend great time together.
She Seems to be such a nice Girl
And I Really Would like to meet her someday!
No More Words to say Man!
Take care!i
مي دوني رفيق!
بايد قبول كنيم
كه من و تو راهمون رو گم كرديم.
از اين طرف، ما هيچ وقت نتونستيم با دخترهاي ايراني كنار بياييم و با روحيات عجيب شون كنار بيايم
از اون طرف همه اش توي اين ترس و دلهرهء لعنتي بوديم كه به رابطه ها مون با اون دخترهاي زبون فارسي نفهم گند نزنيم.
گرم مزاجي ما باعث ترس يك گروه
و در عين حال چيزي روتين براي دستهء ديگه
آخرش هم نفهميديم
از اين طرف؟ از اون طرف؟
ايستاديم سر دوراهي و داد زديم:
از كدوووم طرف بالاخره؟؟
***
مي دوني رفيق؟
بعضي وقت ها من واقعا درك نمي كنم
توي حرف هاي اين دخترهاي غرغروي لعنتي، هيچي نيست جز يه مشت مزخرف
مثلا آخرين باري كه با يه دختره توي كافي شاپ نشسته بودم
37 دقيقهء كسل كننده زل زده بودم به دختري
كه نمي دونم اون همه اعتماد بنفس كذايي اش را از پالتوي سفيد خز "Zara"ش كسب كرده بود يا چي
كه تمام اين مدت داشت به من از نحوهء درست رفتار كردن با او و توقعات او و خواسته هاي او و هزار و يك دليل كه او داره با من كنار مياد (!!!) مي گفت!
من روم نشد بهش بگم: Fuck Off بابا!
اما به جاش، كاپ قهوه ام رو پاشيدم روي اعتماد به نفسش!
و در برابر چشمان از حدقه درآمدهء همهء آدم هاي اونجا بلند شدم و كافي شاپ رو ترك كردم.
توي ماشين نشستم
موبايلم كه پشت سر هم زنگ مي خورد رو پرت كردم صندلي عقب
صداي موزيك ماشين رو زياد كردم
و مثل ديوانه هايي كه دارن با ماشين از ديوانه خانه فرار مي كنند
آمدم خانه.
از اون موقع تا حالا
پامو نذاشتم توي اون كافي شاپ.
مي بيني پسر؟
گفته بودم آخرش جامعه ما رو توي خودش حل مي كنه،
آخرش من هم شدم يكي ديگه از همهء اون ميليون ها ايراني كله خراب عصبي بي مغز و بي حوصله.
تازگي ها به طرز غير قابل تصوري كله خراب شدم.
از درگير شدن با قانون نه تنها نمي ترسم، حتي لذت هم مي برم!
اگرچه نمي ذارم دستشون به باسنم برسه!
***
هي پسر!
مي دونم علي رغم تمام اين پيشرفت هاي خرد و كوچكي كه بعد از ترك خونواده ات، كرده اي
اونجا، تو اون شهر درندشت، داري تمرين بقا و زنده ماندن مي كني
و اين چيزي نيست كه بشه بهش گفت زندگي
اما به هر حال
به نظر مي رسه خوشحالي
من برات خوشحالم
برات آرزوي شانس مي كنم، و كمي عقل در مورد نحوهء معاش و فعاليت هاي كاري و اقتصاديت
و اميدوارم در كنار Ritt، بتوني روزهاي خوبي رو باهاش سپري كني.
اون دختر نازنيني به نظر ميرسه
خيلي دوست دارم يه روز باهاش ملاقات كنم!
مواظب خودت باش پسر!
Freaks, Creeps, Fags, Weirdos, Perverts, Pricks, and Whatever The Hell You could Ever Call someone you always hated
You Know What Man?
We Should Accept
That You And I Lost Our Way.
On The Left side, We Never Got Along With Iranian Girls And Their Unique Morales
On The Other side, We Were Always Having This Goddamn Fear and Presentiment, Not To Screw up our Relationship with those Girls who Dont speak/understand our Persian words!
This so called Hot thing Inside us, Freaking out the first Group
Seemed like a Boring Routine for the other one!
And We Were never dared
Which Way to choose
Left Or Right?
We Just Stood There At The Crossing and Shouted:
Which Way To Goooo...??
***
You know Buddy?
Sometimes I really Dont Get it
These Damn Bitches Speak Nothing But A Whole lot of Nonsense.
For Example, The Last Time I Went To A Cafe With a Girl
I Sat there for 37 Boring Minutes, Staring At a Girl
Whom I have no Idea Where the Hell She Got All That Fucking Cocky Aplomb From,
Maybe it was The White "Zara" Fur
Anyway, All the time She was talking about Right Ways of Treating HER, HER Desires, HER Expectations, HER Wants and Needs, and HER Hundreds of Reasons She is Still Stick With Me (!!!).
I really was ashamed Of Using these words, Telling Her: "FUCK OFF BITCH!",
So I Poured My Coffee All Over Her Cocky Aplomb, Such an Unaccidental Spoil, you know!
And Left The Table, The bitch And The Whole Damn Place in Front Of All those Shocked Staring Eyes.
And I Got in The car
And Throw My Ringing Cell Phone in The back seat
Turned up the Music as much as possible
and Drove Home,
like a berserk escaping From Bedlam With a Car.
Eversince,
I never Dared to have a coffee there again.
See?
I Always used to say That this Society Will finally absorb us in it's Damn self.
Look At Me Now! I've finally, Totally Become One of the Million Retarded, Neurotic, Impatient Iranian Bastards.
Dude, I've unimaginably, inconceivably Become this Defiant Bonehead, Recently!
I Have no Fear of encountering Law, Besides I Enjoy Doing So!
Although I Never let them Bust My Ass!
***
Yeah Man!
I Do know You are more playing the Bloody Game Of survival in that Damned City
notwithstanding of all those tiny promotions you have achieved after leaving your family for your own personal life
And this is not sth to be called LIFE
But Afterall
It seems that you are happy with it
And I'm Happy For You!
I cross My Fingers and also Wish God Would help you find that tiny Canny you've lost in your head for years in the stuff you do as business!
And I hope that You and Ritt Would spend great time together.
She Seems to be such a nice Girl
And I Really Would like to meet her someday!
No More Words to say Man!
Take care!i
مي دوني رفيق!
بايد قبول كنيم
كه من و تو راهمون رو گم كرديم.
از اين طرف، ما هيچ وقت نتونستيم با دخترهاي ايراني كنار بياييم و با روحيات عجيب شون كنار بيايم
از اون طرف همه اش توي اين ترس و دلهرهء لعنتي بوديم كه به رابطه ها مون با اون دخترهاي زبون فارسي نفهم گند نزنيم.
گرم مزاجي ما باعث ترس يك گروه
و در عين حال چيزي روتين براي دستهء ديگه
آخرش هم نفهميديم
از اين طرف؟ از اون طرف؟
ايستاديم سر دوراهي و داد زديم:
از كدوووم طرف بالاخره؟؟
***
مي دوني رفيق؟
بعضي وقت ها من واقعا درك نمي كنم
توي حرف هاي اين دخترهاي غرغروي لعنتي، هيچي نيست جز يه مشت مزخرف
مثلا آخرين باري كه با يه دختره توي كافي شاپ نشسته بودم
37 دقيقهء كسل كننده زل زده بودم به دختري
كه نمي دونم اون همه اعتماد بنفس كذايي اش را از پالتوي سفيد خز "Zara"ش كسب كرده بود يا چي
كه تمام اين مدت داشت به من از نحوهء درست رفتار كردن با او و توقعات او و خواسته هاي او و هزار و يك دليل كه او داره با من كنار مياد (!!!) مي گفت!
من روم نشد بهش بگم: Fuck Off بابا!
اما به جاش، كاپ قهوه ام رو پاشيدم روي اعتماد به نفسش!
و در برابر چشمان از حدقه درآمدهء همهء آدم هاي اونجا بلند شدم و كافي شاپ رو ترك كردم.
توي ماشين نشستم
موبايلم كه پشت سر هم زنگ مي خورد رو پرت كردم صندلي عقب
صداي موزيك ماشين رو زياد كردم
و مثل ديوانه هايي كه دارن با ماشين از ديوانه خانه فرار مي كنند
آمدم خانه.
از اون موقع تا حالا
پامو نذاشتم توي اون كافي شاپ.
مي بيني پسر؟
گفته بودم آخرش جامعه ما رو توي خودش حل مي كنه،
آخرش من هم شدم يكي ديگه از همهء اون ميليون ها ايراني كله خراب عصبي بي مغز و بي حوصله.
تازگي ها به طرز غير قابل تصوري كله خراب شدم.
از درگير شدن با قانون نه تنها نمي ترسم، حتي لذت هم مي برم!
اگرچه نمي ذارم دستشون به باسنم برسه!
***
هي پسر!
مي دونم علي رغم تمام اين پيشرفت هاي خرد و كوچكي كه بعد از ترك خونواده ات، كرده اي
اونجا، تو اون شهر درندشت، داري تمرين بقا و زنده ماندن مي كني
و اين چيزي نيست كه بشه بهش گفت زندگي
اما به هر حال
به نظر مي رسه خوشحالي
من برات خوشحالم
برات آرزوي شانس مي كنم، و كمي عقل در مورد نحوهء معاش و فعاليت هاي كاري و اقتصاديت
و اميدوارم در كنار Ritt، بتوني روزهاي خوبي رو باهاش سپري كني.
اون دختر نازنيني به نظر ميرسه
خيلي دوست دارم يه روز باهاش ملاقات كنم!
مواظب خودت باش پسر!
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