Barbad farahani
Samstag, 20. März 2021
today i bought something in the flea market out of love of history, candlesticks for butterflies. in iran the monument protection call it cow bell, i call it butterfly catcher
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so I had a conversation with a Latin American primeval forest spirit, I forced him to do it, he has 24 spirits with him as saints, all of them were killed by the CIA under cover and alibi: drug manufacturers. what I wanted to ask is how holy is someone with 40 percent content or someone with 60 and the guru with 85? isn't greed a sin? what's that about? 14 are illegal here. he just said: I need dummies for filling otherwise I'll get depressed because of emptiness and you don't want to die either. it's all over, you're just a handful now
In the 70s at the age of 24, my uncle DAVOOD bought a house with two floors and a yard in southern Tehran, through bookselling and antiques trading, his knowledge was unlimited, it started: he smokes opium, he smokes heroin, he is addicted , he is a bad person. Ultimately it was all because of this: no one in the family had a son like Davood. nobody is from our tribe. all were poor until the age of 50 or until today
Son of the bitch in Iran, has become an organizer too with the Iranian government, instead of reducing this fascist country to powder after 25 years of holocaust secret camera system, Iran blackmails Austria to continue the action. That is also the reason why I am alive, Dirty fucking luck in a dirty fucking miserable situation
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