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We retrieve
Our shadows
Are queer
Shade of fear
Rambling near
We live
Shades of shadow
Shadows of fear
We leave
Shadowless
Queer
For shaded sphere

Now if one is going to get a UK visa, one has to provide biometrics at the embassy. I am actually going to apply UK visa and that naturally applies to me. I really hate to apply visa; it's really painful.

How ever I just saw this "biometric technology" information on the BBC.

Cut your dick off, fellows!

Mahmood Ahmadinezhad, the president of Iran has said that “I think married women should work half time, but get paid full time salary.” That sounds great. I’m just thinking to get a transsexual surgery on myself, get married and go back home to Iran!

Untitled-Copenhagen 2006 © Goossun ArtLab

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Not yet born
Buried in a womb
Dreaming of dying dreaming
A corpse
Deported to a wrong grave
In a wrong country
Where all dreams are aborted
And all graves deported

Not even quite born yet

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I was born
Men died
When I died
Death cried
As a crying baby
Unwanted
Breezing through streets
Noises
No choices,
Cried men
And streets died then.

عمران صلاحی مرد. حالا همه ی ِ مردگان در گورستان میخندند

سال ها پیش، گاهی می رفتم دیدن عمران صلاحی در اداره ی ِ سروش. صلاحی هنوز کارمند تلویزیون بود و در سمت ِ مسئول ِ کتابخانه در آن جا کار می کرد. یک روز یکی از شعرهایش را برایم خواند؛ یک قطعه ی ِ طنز. انگار از دهن و قلم ِ لق ِ بنده خبر داشت؛ گفت: "ور نداری این رو یه جا به اسم ِ ما چاپ کنی، کار دسّمون بدی!" به شوخی گفتم:"نه تا وقتی که شما زنده هستین!" الوعده وفا. این هم شعری که عمران صلاحی آن روز برایم خواند:

پرچم ِ ایران که می باشد سه رنگ

رنگ هایش را ز هم وا کرده اند

سرخ را وقف ِ شهید ِ کیر ِ خر

سبز را هم شال ِ ملا کرده اند

از سفیدش ساخته عمامه ها

کله ی ِ خر توی ِ آن جا کرده اند

با گریس و وازلین و واسکازین

چوب ِ آن را نیز در ما کرده اند