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Most things may never happen: this one will.
[...] Yet can’t accept. One side will have to go.
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As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures. An immense slackening ache, As when, thawing, the rigid landscape weeps, Spreads slowly through them—that, and the voice above Saying Dear child, and all time has disproved.
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Repost from خون و نقره.
مفتخرم که بگم اولین کتابم با عنوان «اغتشاشی بر تنه خیال» به زودی چاپ خواهد شد. از همه شماهایی که طی این همه سال نوشتن همراه من و خونونقره بودید ممنونم. و امیدوارم از این کتاب و پنج داستانکم هم خوشتون بیاد.
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The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil,
or another.
And no matter what you chose,
They slice a little bit more off you.
Until there was nothing left.
At the age of 25 most people were finished.
A whole god damned nation of assholes driving automobiles.
Eating,
Having babies,
Doing everything in the worst possible way.
Like voting for a presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves.
I had no interest.
I had no interest in anything.
I had no idea how I was going to escape.
At least the others had some taste for life.
They seem to understand something I didn’t understand.
Maybe I was lacking.
It was possible.
I often felt inferior.
I never met another man I’d rather be.
And even if that's a delusion,
It's a lucky one.
I just wanted to get away from them.
But there was no place to go.
