Barbad farahani
Montag, 24. März 2025
poetry explanation: mey o meykhane
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I don't know who's performing psychological surgery in our family lives, but you'll feel sorry for this filthy, deceitful charlatanism. Hide evidence and a remote control program. Filthy animals. First, the relatives—father, uncles, and aunts. Now, between the three of us: he's lying, he's fantasizing. There was no action, your lives aren't in danger. We didn't treat you like Stasi slaves. There are no cameras or microphones in the apartment.
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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