When the elite trumpets in a shitty place like Uno City: we have never been offended by this Viennese anti-Semitic action, or will never be offended by it, then it means: cheers genes and DNA research, in 1940 the absurdity in Vienna was not as great as it is today, even the whores, male or female, in Hague and Strasbourg are amazed at their own courage and perseverance: the Third Reich Europe

Going in here and shouting: "Beer is Halal, Haram is a lie, is like going into a Kurdish bar and shouting: Yasasin Kemal Mustafa Attatürk, long live Kemal. I'm doing it right now

I've been staring at this mask for nights and days. The concept of failure has nothing to do with the culture and vocabulary of this horror. Again and again, no matter how many losses and deaths, they never fail. The only thing missing in this city is the smile, but it has nothing to do with failure, but with seriousness: visions, plans, building the future, and much more importantly, the rehabilitation of society. How many empathetic idiots are there left!? Damn police.

The global market and economy are largely based on debt; credit checks and concepts are of course also important factors. What matters is zero percent risk, or failure—statistics say 15 percent risk. It was always funny for me: I often got credit because I was or still am doomed to fail. Somehow, the asshole state wants to make me into a criminal case. The poor electorate/public only has a white record, no criminal record from me, so anti-Semitism, racism, and racial madness for 26 years.

I'm pleased that nationalism in Austria has come to this decision and conviction: The Constantinople discussion hadn't been clear until today; we were blind and wrong! It was an absolute victory and an outstanding loss-and-surrender policy strategy. With the Istanbul alliance, we are unbeatable and will always be victorious.

Always serving justice, the servant comes from the forest. It's the goblin with a red silk scarf, adorned with yellow roses, also in silken splendor, so you know he's really doing it. It's precisely the colors that make the orange-wearing villain sad. I think many medicines should be red and yellow; the History says so too.

My next concern is: who smuggled genocidal ideas and ideologies, racial hatred and mass murder, and the most radical anti-Semitism into the UN building? Because the UN never talks, only fascism in the guise of human rights. Who smuggled trash into the UN? A gang of killers?

Long time no see, hello! Meeting new people is ambitious. I hadn't thought there were young people who write new poems every week. So: The Vienna Berlin prayer spoon is a splendor with a crescent crown and a gilded thing, but what do you eat and what do you stir with this stupid thing? It seems to be a whore for all sorts of things, even for stirring the insides of my big and small brain before the fist hits my funny chin. In German, it's good.

No matter where I go, because of housing, money, or the sale of valuables, it's... BOYCOTT. Whoever stands next to me will also be boycotted.

So how long will this intrigue with hospitals and psychologists last? Stab, stab, stab from behind until this statement: He is schizophrenic, paranoid, and dangerous to this society! And, if that's the case: using this intrigue with an illness like this, with the Turkish mafia, is a human rights violation a hundredfold.

Purchasing and selling is a course of study, especially economics. You either go to university to acquire this knowledge or do an apprenticeship on the market. Money is moved by knowledge, not by itself. Today, you don't even get one percent a year if the money is on your account, so in trade, knowledge is capital. What is a thousand euros worth of investment? Judges, police officers, commerce traders, and civil servants: looting and espionage, sabotage, murder, and violence are ape-origin business. Today, with "I want," "you want," "know nothing" extras? Scum, disgrace.

This new achievement of the Germans and Austrians is to be congratulated: anti-Semitic murders and amusing spectacles are under international observation and tolerance before the murder! What's special: international courts and the UN consider it a necessity, as a fundamental human right, to hold these shows.

I think German cinema is fascinated by Viennese soap operas and amateur extras. Especially because of the "ich wollen" (I want) and "du haben" (You have) and "du wollen" (You want) articulation. Shame on Vienna.

Is this whole incident anything other than a hostage crisis? A hunter-gatherer has a perpetual prey in his hunting ground? Like hunter-gatherers from 1938 to 1946? You asshole EU Commission and Parliament?

Is this whole incident anything other than a hostage crisis? A hunter-gatherer has a perpetual prey in his hunting ground? Like hunter-gatherers from 1938 to 1946? You asshole EU Commission and Parliament?

Well, it's almost half past five, and the sick scum is still sitting behind secret cameras in my private room, pondering:Why did I become what I am!? It's also contagious, an epidemic. 80 percent of society is infected by uniformed people: if not me, then no one else. Long live freedom... Stasi extermination secret camera freedom.

You see: Azadeh Amiri, the state commissioner, uses powerful psychological techniques and methods to influence my sister. She chats and sends emails. Hundreds of Iranians are sitting alongside police intelligence agencies and Viennese networks, and all human rights organizations know that this is a hundred times more of a crime than it was eight years ago. I am homeless without money, and my mother suffers and suffers and suffers. How dirtier will Vienna get? Or how will this anti-Semitism, racial hatred, and ethnic madness increase even further?

In the madhouse, I'm preoccupied with the fact of writing: why am I still writing, or why am I rarely writing? Is there a single citizen who has read at least two novels by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov? Well, I've been talking to myself out loud for 10 days. When it stops, I'll write again.

آره جون تو اوپال، دروغ نگم جریان خودشه

There have been a lot of headlines in the last 10 days. I didn't write, maybe it's because of this balcony. It constantly reminds me of my childhood in Iran and our neighbor's house, and me as a thinker: Javadi and his children look at me indifferently, untouched, foreign. As if I were a Japanese person in my own country, or Chinese. Lale, the daughter, was a year younger than me, and she looked just as uninterested as her brother, who was two years older. I've been mentally preoccupied with these riddles for three months. At the beginning of the fourth month, we flew to Vienna, the riddle unsolved until...

the alchemist with little audience.

I am currently working on the stone from Gabon, I am going to sleep now with this dream

Anyone who doesn't believe that capitalism networks aren't the government today is stupid, but anyone who denies that capitalism doesn't blackmail today—"Either you kill innocent people and torture them for us, or there will be no free, uncontrolled capital"—is a bastard, even a lowly construction worker with ears full of shit, specifically capitalism. Who wants to bombard these rooms with poison!?

Anyone who doesn't believe that capitalism networks aren't the government today is stupid, but anyone who denies that capitalism doesn't blackmail today—"Either you kill innocent people and torture them for us, or there will be no free, uncontrolled capital"—is a bastard, even a lowly construction worker with ears full of shit, specifically capitalism. Who wants to bombard these rooms with poison!?

Many years ago, an extraordinary gentleman sang with streaming tears: "Ne me quitte pas!" I, with tears in my eyes for seven years, have sung: "Leave me alone, Vienna, let me go." The reaction: "As a dangerous person, this romantic shouldn't even carry a butter knife on the streets." Marriage is until death do us part.

In this dream, I was walking home. It was a long dream, a daydream: a thousand and one night. Does anyone else have this?

Well, I finally got my stone today, and I'm content with a smartphone camera. What were you doing? Searching your ass with your fingers for any remaining remains to throw at me? What was Barbad doing where again? Using the Boilt app to order a taxi from where he did something professional?

I'm Back

Today was a day without sentences and puzzles, but instead a sensation, laser drawing, the inking option: the Last Judgment, before God he was found guilty. My fist against Baby Punch

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