Barbad farahani
Freitag, 19. August 2022
حاجی بریم سراغ آستان قدس رضوی، پایه هستی؟
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یاد رفیق شاه افتادم دهه پنجاهی از حمام آمدم بیرون. میگه ای ابرمرد،، ای رصول رستاخیز از استواری و پایداری تو پروانه شدم گم شدم گمراه شدم دیوانه شدم پر زدم.. غبار گرد بادها را بنگر. من و تو در پیرامون آتش و گردباد رفتیم. تو پایدار باش، من گمراه دیوانه. میرویم
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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