I am making a den out of my Fathers books. The den is for a little toy rabbit wearing a floral dress. The rabbit has no name. The den starts with a long tunnel which leads into a large square room which is the rabbits bedroom. The rabbit sleeps under one of my Father's handkerchiefs.
I am going up the staircase of our building in Tehran and on my way to reach the rooftop I call our neighbor to say it's 10 o'clock let's go up and I saw one of them was seating in his library and ignored me.
My father liked to be in his library.
But I really want he join us in the roof top!!!
"Hello, what are you doing up there?" "Hiding!" (He chuckled)
come on,let's join us in shouting slogans.
"I am making a den and then hiding in it and then making a cup of tea in it and then sitting down in it and then going to sleep in it and then having a family in it and then cooking dinner for them in it and then putting them to bed in it because I like it and because I like hiding in it and because it makes me feel safe"
I know ,I know, but if we are not gather together in these hard days then your dream never come true,just think about it.I do not want to put pressure on you.
The den was lovely and everyone knew it was. The rabbit really appreciated the thought.
Then let me come inside to that cozy place.I hate that rabbit,it bite me.I can not tolerate it.Do something for me.
No way. Not if you are not friends with the rabbit. No way. No way.
i don't wanna say that I have problem with it.I just a bit afraid of it.That's it.
This rabbit is a fucking good friend of mine. I have had enough of your rudeness... You are either a cockhead or you have misunderstood everything.
It's the smoke that comes out of the factories, it could be, yeah, the imagination of the people.
I don't have my glasses, I need them to read. You know what the cloud is? It's just a metaphor, top of your heads. Umm yeah, you can put up your information, but everyone can access it. It's suspicious.
Blue, black and white. It depends on the weather. Tornado, rain and sunny. Good sunny. Sorry I forgot my glasses...
If you don't wanna put your thingies up on the cloud, don't do it. Its hilarious. I don't care if you wanna eat donuts, I don't care about your fucking foot. But I can't stop that. Maybe you really like your foot, maybe it's the masterpiece of your body.
Maybe we'll go up into the cloud too. No, don't laugh. If you go see 2012, the people in New York, they just go sit in the car, and they fly.
This is how fast things are going. Maybe in 5 or 10 years old, something like this will happen. Maybe you'll live on another planet.
Why are you upset?
I have no idea what you are talking about. Why would you say that?
I didn't mean to upset you. I was just trying to be nice.
How can I trust you?
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Clouds are floaty and dont look very solid. They dont look like they can hold anything. Its a surprise that rain comes out.
Because I don't know you.
All these words in my head and I can't even utter a sound.
"The end of the world is near." It probably is, but there's nothing we can do. So what do you say we do? We could do anything, you realise that don't you. So let's-
Hello little ladybird.. What are you doing in that little crack in the pavement.
do not touch it.It might be really really dangerous. ok ? It might be toxicated. Just do not touch it ,Pleasssssssssssssssssssssss.........
Too late.
I can help you ,ya for sure I can help you ....
Anyway,taking risk is good .
I was 13 when my family moved to Beijing, that was 11 years ago. Back then, I wasn't aware of internet censorship, it didn't affect me, I just wanted to print out pretty pictures of girls, or perhaps it just wasn't such a big deal back then.
When I was 14, still in China, I'd stay up til 4am everynight, talking on icq with my boyfriend who lived 15mins down the road.
That Summer, my father told me that we had to move back to Hong Kong. I wrote a letter to my boyfriend and gave it to him in the car on the way to the airport.
It was sad remembering that about one year before then I wrote him a letter and asked him to call my home if he wanted to be friends.
A few months ago, his name popped up under "suggestions" in the right column of my Facebook page. We had 1 friend in common.
How are you?
I've been watching you.
I see you watching me too.
Yes.
Only if you want to.
My name is jonathan, why wouldn't you tell me your name
I can't tell you more
How would you like to change
We must meet
Now
Come to me, I know you can see me
Rob Drummer
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