I have been fascinated by Kate Thompson's textile art for some time now. It's a nice idea to make blind people see again, to simply make them visible.

آقا به یک لر گفتن: روانی دو قطبی چته؟ یه نفس دیگه بیا:جواب داد: گوش کن: زمین هم دو قطبی بید، هم تنها بید و هم خاص هم بید، تو هم فکر کن من روانی بید..

بچه خر میکنی؟ پوست و استخون شیر عقده نیست، طبیعت دریدن بهش میگن حیوون ، حالا شمشیرت به تخمم، آدم باش!

Postwar Austrian and German was too much flattery, but this emancipated, multicultural facade annoys. Not you, but it makes me sick. I'll hang it on the wall for a while and drink beer until I order one of the bottles to tear it down.

اون که دیوونم کرد لایق جنون نبود، همه چی دروغ بود، همه چی نقاب بود... خواب خواب خواب بود، من باید میرفتم،...... ز.... و...

So, problem solved, chair dimensions fit exactly, no damage, 0 risk

So if the white cloth used as an airbag didn't damage the canvas, and the glasses, crystals, and sculptures are all right, then it's a miracle, but what if I solve the problem on my own? Is there a solution? It probably happened around midnight when I was sleeping and someone wanted to come in. The key wasn't in the lock. I forgot it for the first time, and I didn't lock the door. Patrik you Asshole

In all seasons, if there were no wind, even trees would become incredibly scary, or even healthy roofs. It's as if the world stands still until something terrible happens. Not a hurricane, but a rain of fire, and the trees would burn, laughing. Knowing why and how is good; not knowing why is more terrible than the rain of fire, so crying and burning.

Patrik kept saying in the tent next to the beach: I don't know anyone like you, someone so emotionally affected by this song. What's it like for you? What connects you to California and that burned-down hotel? Well, I gave him my divan, and he read it and burned it down, too, a total of 200 pages. A divan is your birth certificate, passport, and your citizenship on Earth. So, I'm no longer a resident, just illegal.

Patrik told me: Not far from the Pakistani-Indian border, there's a place where you should lie on your stomach and take three puffs from a tube connected to a covered trench. Number one is a sensationally rare model, which you receive as a unique one. If you survive smoke number two and don't turn to clay, you get what you deserve, an extraterrestrial something. But if you inhale number three, he knows that you're also Big Bang-worthy and therefore on par with Gabriel! Well, he's got the nerve to tickle someone like me.

I have to go to sleep, but the beer farmer is still brewing beer, a very bad trait, because his autocracy "you shall submit and surrender" technically begins with laughter and drunkenness! Just like the one-eye: a bowl, a jug, and wine turns you into admirers and poets.

As for the facets: hell and eternal torture are also created by God, thus a deep black. Digging back into the depths to black requires purity.

The fascination never leaves me, the story of a beer brewer and the shepherd on the Wienerberg. I read it on six or seven adjacent white stones, the entire story painted in miniature with black and red paint. The last piece of stone was decorated with a strategic war formation: the farmer was long dead, but the beer farmer and one-eyed, two warring parties, were still planning maneuvers. good night

Courage and instinct should be a green, blue, red piece of wood for the judge's verdict based on his statements in chat rooms and on social media: murder and manslaughter concerning women. But he doesn't do it. Who has the courage to quit their job? You international judges and live observers of Austrian chat rooms?

Darkness isn't always the same; it has many facets. The Quran is often misinterpreted and selfishly interpreted. I don't know what the Arab neighbor just sang loudly from the Quran. He probably gave too much importance to a dark, housewife-level intrigue! Well, I sometimes sing something incomprehensible over it, so my deep black remains pure.

If you go without TV for 10 years and keep your eyes and brain synapses clean, you get used to terrible tragic fantasy interpretations, well, energy Scott, cheer me up

Yes, if you're thinking and pondering about Mark Rothko, it was somewhere in Vienna three years ago for two euros. I bought it from a brilliant contemporary who through Bauhaus advertising was so ambitious as to turn this flatweave into a pinboard: Rosa wants to pick up her new violin on Thursday, Walter has to go to the shoemaker, Heinz, don't forget your doctoral thesis, Helga, cooking is your nature. It could have been woven by Bauhaus women, from woman to woman.

It's been with me for two years now, and was even in a shop for eight months. What I found out: many people were attracted to the Painting but didn't know whether to hang it horizontally or vertically, so the best price I could get was 70 euros. For the Gate to Hell, a run-down free jazz club in old New Orleans, I paid 300. Well, I feel it again, and I don't believe in a sunny, peaceful day off on Thursday, but in... cold gray Vienna, and Barbad Farahani whining and crying again and again and again.

I still think about the psychiatrist in the hospital where I was locked up for a week. Today, a robust Russian woman revealed the truth to me: first, the police wouldn't leave me alone because of orders for psychological injuries and Stasi techniques, and then, when I refuse the Iranian and Austrian women would scream: only a street whore or someone of the lowest class would live with him. Eight years have passed, I'm still healthy, and everything else is normal. Every filthy person with complexes rubs himself to ecstasy, chanting as he rubs: long live this atrocity against him.

pizza for 1.70 tastes better, 2 minutes left

Well, I read the first two pages from a Persian imperialist perspective and the last two pages from a Japanese imperialist perspective. So, the European professor either eats shit before he writes or gasses me with atomic bombs.

So yesterday I bought four boxes of books. I found this booklet amusing. Whether it's academic preparation for a book or student baking paper, I don't know yet. But it's interesting: it starts in April 1939 (about moral growth) and ends in December 1939 (why does a child steal). Well, 300 meters from me there's a fresh pizza for 1.80 cents, 50 meters from me there's a Billa supermarket. So three slices of pizza cost almost 5 euros and a small bowl of pasta in Billa costs almost 8 euros. In a pizzeria he gets more than full, in Billa a small bowl only lasts for an hour. The child still steals 8 euros or begs for 3 euros for the pasta. Is it the packaging, or the colors, or the prestige? I think back then it was about sausage and chocolate, today it's about what?

These idiots are not aware of one fact: Ibrahim, Yusef, and Isa's children are also Christian and Muslim, blood never lies. Thus, all those in gas chambers in Austria and Germany are the targeted

although I have to say JASH Kurd is number one in Europe when it comes to "Adam trading" JASH Kurd, Turkey, Iran, Syria, wherever

I'm sitting here in the 10th district not waiting for an apartment, but waiting for the hoses that the police want to install with Turks, Arabs, Iranians and Chechens, either for poison gas or cameras

Attacking the mother, chemically or toxically, is history of this country

The fact is that the police do not leave targeted enemy races alone, no matter man woman child boy or girl, even if I write a hundred times, gas chamber Austria hides its face, and rejects everything

همه چی هست تو این دور و ور، فقط آب زرشک فروشی نیست، تو روح همتون طبقه کارگر، آدمی؟ سگ تو روح انگلس و مارکس کون گشاد های چپ،

In every district where 40 mosques make noise every day, every vacant apartment is immediately taken away, thus exploiting those seeking housing. A business allegedly called for by the Prophet as hallal: 4,000 to 6,000 euros in commission in the name of Allah. Faith in God is genetically and racially determined, and not based on loud noises every day. I do that on the toilet too: noises.

No one is as deeply educated as I am when it comes to the psychology of the sick bastard scum of Austrofascism: No one shall suffer again for what we do to other races! Over 25,000 police officers have made this promise. And now count politicians, judges, the upper class, and civil servants!