Comedy of Menace

Harold Pinter had my family and our house in mind when he was writing his great masterpieces. We deserve a Noble Prize for giving inspiration and many things more…

Wakey Wakey..Eggs and Bakey...

My heartiest congratulations to my endeared cousin:

“You just gave birth to a baby-boy” is one way of referring to the phenomenon, and “You just threw out a poor miserable hapless and compelled “evil-would-be” into a fucking hypocrite wasteland” is another and better way. Welcome to the Grave New World sweetie!

Adroit & Garrulous

Hello Farzad. You don’t know me, but I know you. I want to play a game. Up until now you have lived through your wits, and every minute of your disgraceful life has been rife with chicanery, pretension and lie. Without your tongue you are a piece of nothing. Are you? Why don’t you prove me and yourself wrong then?

The heavy device on your mouth, as you feel, is pinned on your dearest possession; your tongue. Today, your hypocrite tongue is the cause of your pain, agony, and all that painful stink and taste of blood you feel inside.

Want to come back to your studio? You are given the chance to save your tongue and life. There lies a magic cube in front of you; a favorite childhood toy thing. But this one is a bit different. You have noticed the words on it, have you not? The key to this puzzle is your own words. Out of a thousand possibilities you should find your best ever pretentious appraisal of you-know-who on the magic cube. You have one smart brain and… a minute to save your life.

If by any chance you fail to solve the puzzle, it is going to signal the device on your mouth. The device would leave you then, but… after crushing and mashing your tongue in your locked mouth. And then I’ll watch you suffocate in your own blood. Here we go…live or die…make your choice.

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Asshole Takeover Anniversary

Once upon a time lived a nation; somewhere far away, far far away. They hardly knew who they were. Nor do they now. They hardly knew their thumbs from their dicks. However, now, they do know the latter, though still not the former.

After long a time, long long a time; they were given bread. So there was left no hunger, and thus no occupation. “What shall we do now?!” was what they declared. All all declared. So they thought and pondered till they got the point! “It’s time to pray!” was what they exclaimed. All all exclaimed.

They knelt and looked up; up up and up.
And there fell a pig, a pig a pig a pig.

Notes on a wintry rainy busy day…

-I’m done with shitty days of idleness. No purpose what. No reason why. What the hell was that all for? O’ my God! Grrrrrr…. But it’s over at last! Well not really over; the main dish is yet to come. But at least I won’t have to devour bits and pieces of dry stone anymore.

-Today, after so long a time, I got the chance to be among the living: people with simple gay smiles on their faces and little seriousness to go down with.

-How different people are in groups. How far they go from their unconscious! It is like a Unity containing a great number of individuals who enter a “negative incapability”; dying as an individual and be reborn as a scion; leaving the man towards the mankind. And you know what? I just see how fascinating it is to be a Mr. President or a Mr. Senator; gripping all mankind in your fist so tight that no soul would venture a return.

-Human Interaction is a necessary set of misunderstandings, misinterpretations, and misconceptions.