Hearing the name of the killer, we're used to feel hatred towards him. No matter what his purpose was. But as it is said "always look at the positive side". We should not give the label of "Bad Guys" to the killers. They are the people who sacrifice their soul in order to get the murdered rid of continuing this fucking life. If only I belonged to a group named killers, I would help the people I know to get rid of their nowhere-to-go life; the closest ones whose pain increases day by day. So that I can not see their suffering any more.
۱۳۸۸ بهمن ۲۹, پنجشنبه
۱۳۸۸ بهمن ۲۸, چهارشنبه
JoUrNeY
1.اگه این جمعیتی که تو جاده شمال جمع شده بودند در راهپیمایی عظیم 22بهمن شرکت می کردند شکوه این حرکت مردمی را چندین برابر می کردند.
2.من عاشق سفر ،جاده ،دریا ،جنگل ، کوه، آتش و سیب زمینی و ساحل و.....................هستم چه گروهمون جور باشه چه نه.
3.تو این چند روز دیگه مطمئن شدم زندگی بدون اینترنت و وبلاگ گردی ممکنه اما خیلی سخته.
2.من عاشق سفر ،جاده ،دریا ،جنگل ، کوه، آتش و سیب زمینی و ساحل و.....................هستم چه گروهمون جور باشه چه نه.
3.تو این چند روز دیگه مطمئن شدم زندگی بدون اینترنت و وبلاگ گردی ممکنه اما خیلی سخته.
۱۳۸۸ بهمن ۱۶, جمعه
۱۳۸۸ بهمن ۱۲, دوشنبه
Language
She knew her language
; Perfectly.
Her professors taught her.
She even went to an institute
To learn it better
When she was a little dumb girl
Who just thought that
It is The Language
Which is going to shape her soul
Shit!
Now, she realizes that
It was the language of his eyes
That she had to learn by heart.
The unforgettable language of his
Waterless, emotionless,
spiritless, lifeless, hopeless eyes
which were full of
Metaphors!
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