Monday, June 23, 2003

hey Mr.fucking stupid dave me and my firend HAcked the fuck out of ur ugly ass hindi Emil and Weblog and from this time this weblog is belong to my sister and u could sit and suck my dick bitch

Friday, April 11, 2003

Mother Fuckers !
Hey ahura ! I think you are a mother fucker , son of a bitch who wants to show yourself to azy . So I think azy is a girl and Arman is her brother because he told me this in his mail . Ahura you can only suck Arman's dick , no more . You can not fuck azy because I want to fuck her . hahahahahahaha ! Tell your bitch mother to suck my cock .
Yeah I am an Indian . I feel one terrible thing , that is you . A mother fucker like you is really a big terrible , but I am sure you can't do anything .you only can suck my dick . You are a coward mother fucker , because you afraid of me . If you don't , why you have not written any e mail address of yourself ? I think it's enough for you . If it isn't , tell to talk you more and more . Your mother is sucking for me ! she told me to tell her regards to you .
Hey Arman ! Do you know I wanna fuck your fuckable sister ? You are a mother fucker as ahura , nothing more than a catamite . I'll never give you that damn password . Try any hack program you have . The only thing that I can tell you is : You are nothing for me ! You are more poor than your bastard friend ( ahura ) . Because he can suck my dick but you can't do this . hahahaha!
Tell your sister to get ready for a monster and black Indian cock . I want to fuck your sister.
Hey , Ahura wants to fuck your sister too . Look after her . hahahahahahaha

Monday, April 07, 2003

* The Dead Butterfly ...

Farewell, poor little winged flower,
Thy joyous life is o'er;
Thy sisters of the meadow now
Shall welcome thee no more;
Those pinions that in liquid air
Like sunbeams shone afar,
Now bruised, and dim, and motionless,
As leaves in autumn are.

Hark! summer sends her voice of love
Through all the gladsome earth,
And bird and insect echo her
In many a song of mirth;
But thou wilt never hear again
The zephyr's balmy sighs,
Nor kiss away the crystal tears
From drooping violet's eyes.

Oh! when o'er valley, hill, and grove,
The moonbeams glisten bright,
And all the fairy train come forth,
To dance away the night,
Mayst thou, poor little butterfly,
Among that elfin band,
Sport in the ever-blooming bowers
Of far-off fairy-land

Friday, March 28, 2003

God saves the world
World saves the man
Man saves the heart
Heart saves the love

Thursday, March 27, 2003

This blog has been hacked by : The bird
who is captive in cage .

Because it's address is and i need it , I am an azygos !

I'm sorry ! Please excuse me !

Friday, March 21, 2003

هميشه ساعت تحويل سال مهمانهای ناخوانده من می يامدند و مرا از جمع �راری می دادند ، اما امسال صبور تر شده اند و صبر کرده اند تا در خلوت تنهائیم مرا همراهی کنند .
حس نو شدن سالی جدید و تبودن در خاکی که یه آن عشق می ورزی و تمام وجودت را برايش �دا می کنی حس قشنگی نيست .
امسال هم نه دغدغه توروز داشتم نه خانه تکانی .
امسال هم نه ک�ش و لباس نو گر�تم مه پول تا نخورده لای قرآن .
امسال حتی �ال حا�ظ را هم نخواندم .
امسال �قط خسته بودم و در رويای بوی بهار .
اينجا بهارش هم بو ندارد .
اينجا آسمانش بهمراه من برای خاطرات تمام بهارهائی که بوی بهار داشت می گريد.
و شايد اين بار از ته دل و با تمام وجود می گويم .
سال نو همه مبارک

Thursday, March 20, 2003

عيدتون مبارک

Monday, March 10, 2003

چه حسی داشته باشی خوب هست و�تی که تمام صحنه های خوابت رو توی نوشته يکی بخونی و دوباره اون حسها بياد توی سرت .
امشت يه دنيا حر� داشتم ولی همش پريد.

Friday, March 07, 2003

اینروزها که کارهام زياد هست و دستم به نوشتن نمیره انگار همه چی ساکت و بی صدا شده . عید هم داره می یاد و من باز هم حالم خوب نیست . کاش هیچوقت عید نمی شد .

Wednesday, February 26, 2003