Barbad farahani
Sonntag, 12. Januar 2025
one last post: bebe, you never-giving-up bebe, this red matter was specially made for earth. sleeper. now you are here, is that why I stayed alive? have I been waiting for you? or do I have any other plans?
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I don't think anyone would want to spend a second in that room, and now you see there's so much to do, a lot has been done and so much needs to be done, a man in a room, he smokes, he eats and he stays. You judge people by their four walls, but I judge them by something else. I knew someone in a room like that, he lived with 3000 books, he gave me his invention without a patent and said: are you going to make a billion or are you going to give it away? What do you think? If so, and I gave it away, then he should really already be in Vienna with 40 lawyers. But why do you think it's a him?
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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