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کازپلی قدیمی
کازپلی 2023
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1404/3/9
AN ANOMALOUS REPORT

On the 8th of Khordad, Sirin Ghaemi--an employee of the [REDACTED] confectionary-- spotted a strange, large insect behind the cash register. The costumer at that time fled in a panic-driven hysteria. Sirin failed to take down the creature. The insectoid monstrosity was too otherworldly to be real in the eyes of the first reporter. However:

The next day, Sirin's coworker--known only as "Agha Reza"-- reportedly saw the same abomination as well; this confirmed its dangerous presence.

Sirin's testimony is as follows:
It was really weird... Not purely a wasp, cockroach, locust, or moth... But ALL AT THE SAME TIME! a hideous mass of pure horror... Almost as if all the latter spieces made a disgusting HYBRID in an orgy... I can't keep working here no more... I CANNOT REST either. A horrible sight haunts my vivid dreams. I want that... THING... dead.

The apparent reward for the hunt is 50,000 Tomans. Sirin stated that he negotiated for a much higher reward, but Haj Agha refused.
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امروز یه اتفاق خیلی قشنگی افتاد که دوس دارم به همه بگم و برعکس بقیه پیاما، اینو پاک نمیکنم.

حقیقتش خیلی حس خوبی داشت و دوس دارم تا وقتی تاثیرش هنوز روم هست بگمش چون شاید چندوقت دیگه زیاد برام مهم نباشه ولی اینطوری هروقت چشمم به این پیام بخوره بهم یادآوری میشه.
واقعاً یکی از ساده ترین ولی آرامش‌بخش ترین اتفاقا و حسای زندگیم بود؛ شاید بهم بخندین ولی بدون توضیح بیشتر خیلی خلاصه میگم:

یه خانوم مسن کنار جدول واستاده بود
عصا دستش بود
من و آفاق داشتیم رد میشدیم
صدامون زد
به آفاق گفت بیا کمکم کن دستمو بگیر
آفاق کمکش کرد پاشو بذاره رو جدول
خانومه گفت:
«خیلی وقته منتظرم اینجا هیچکی نیومد دستمو بگیره»
اینا خودش به اندازه کافی حس خوبی داشت ولی نه به اندازه چند ثانیه بعدش:

بهمون نگاه کرد، لبخند زد.
و گفت:
«ایشالا خوش‌بخت بشین»

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
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Men are constantly drowning in a sea of thoughts, seldom getting chances to escape from the thunderous chaos of worry and the unclear future. There is, however, an elixir --known by all, appreciated by few-- which awakens even the deepest sleepers amongst mankind's hopeless thinkers. This ancient elixir opens a gate within one's mind and by doing so relieves them of all their worries, delusional thoughts, unclear emotions, unoriginal beliefs, forced ideologies and false fears. This potion of mental revival, above all, grants the individual with the greatest gift that is "clarity".

The elixir is a perfect uniter as well. One may even share a bond with their sworn enemy through a share of the holy potion. It is indeed, as if this potion is the key to the hatred-fueled barrier between friends, lovers, enemies, or even strangers; The barrier being one of pride, self-image, false-honor and mischievous prestige. Many false idols try in vain to shun this mystic refreshment... This temporary --yet highly effective-- medicine for fanatic stress and loss of coherent mental plans; Fools are those who deny its influence and coward indeed, ones who take an attempt on restraining it.

I myself am a fellow advocate of this precious beverage and have tasted its whimsical melancholy again and again. I think people should remember its importance but not fall for its addictive temptations; for this ancient elixir is merely a second chance, a test of one's nature and a destroyer of masks.

I'm of course writing of the Saké of the east, the Rum of the Caribbean and counterparts in every radiant culture. Liquor is the elixir of clarity and Alcohol is the substance of freedom. It should also be mentioned that I'm writing these gibbers under the influence of the same spell... But what a spell it is. Scholars of religion believe Hafez is referring to God when mentioning Mei and I can't argue; for Mei may indeed be the only ethereal sacred key to individual Godhood.


- written by me (while drunk)
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یه یادگاری که قرار بود بعداً بذارم.

اینارو بابام دوران سربازیش نوشته بود؛ بعضیاش از خودشه، بعضیاش تغییر یافته شعرای دیگه.
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سگ بشاشد به تابستان خداوندگار صحراها.
جا خوش کردن مورچه های چقر و بد بدن،
روی بدن
عرقِ سگی
شلوار بگی
هدفون داغ روی گوش
سیگار نمی‌چسبد
خارش سر آقای ربیعی...
باد بخاری طبیعی
تصرف دستشویی و حمام،
به دست سوسکیان
کمین عنکبوتیان
زنای نالوطیان
کینه‌ی اهریمنان
موسیقی بنان
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