فکر کنم یکی از دلایلی که باعث میشه تو ایران سریالهایی مثل LOST خیلی طرفدار داشته باشن و سریالهایی مثل SOUTHPARK اونقدر طرفدار نداشته باشن اینه که اصولا تو Southpark شخصیتی نیست که بشه باهاش masturbate کرد.
۹ اسفند ۱۳۸۷
لاست وید ان او اور ا یو
فکر کنم یکی از دلایلی که باعث میشه تو ایران سریالهایی مثل LOST خیلی طرفدار داشته باشن و سریالهایی مثل SOUTHPARK اونقدر طرفدار نداشته باشن اینه که اصولا تو Southpark شخصیتی نیست که بشه باهاش masturbate کرد.
۸ اسفند ۱۳۸۷
آی لاو بوکووسکی
I stopped shitting blood and I was given a list of what to eat and I was told that the first drink would kill me.They had also told me that I would die without an operation. I had had a terrible argument with a female Japanese doctor about operation and death. I had said "No operation" and she had walked out, shaking her ass at me in anger.
Harry was still alive when I left, nursing his cigarettes. I walked along in the sunlight to see how it felt. It felt allright. The traffic went by. The sidewalk was as sidewalks had always been. I was wondering whether to take a bus in or try to phone somebody to come and get me. I walked into this place to phone. I sat down first and had a smoke.
The bartender walked up and I ordered a bottle of beer.
"What's new?" he asked.
"Nothing much," I said. He walked off. I poured the beer into a glass, then I looked at the glass a while and then I emptied half of it. Somebody put a coin in the jukebox and we had some music. Life looked a little better.
I finished that glass, poured another and wondered if my pecker would ever stand up again. I looked around the bar; no women. I did the next best thing: I picked up the glass and drained it.
From the book of The Most Beautiful Woman in Town and Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions and General Tales of Ordinary Madness
Harry was still alive when I left, nursing his cigarettes. I walked along in the sunlight to see how it felt. It felt allright. The traffic went by. The sidewalk was as sidewalks had always been. I was wondering whether to take a bus in or try to phone somebody to come and get me. I walked into this place to phone. I sat down first and had a smoke.
The bartender walked up and I ordered a bottle of beer.
"What's new?" he asked.
"Nothing much," I said. He walked off. I poured the beer into a glass, then I looked at the glass a while and then I emptied half of it. Somebody put a coin in the jukebox and we had some music. Life looked a little better.
I finished that glass, poured another and wondered if my pecker would ever stand up again. I looked around the bar; no women. I did the next best thing: I picked up the glass and drained it.
From the book of The Most Beautiful Woman in Town and Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions and General Tales of Ordinary Madness
۷ اسفند ۱۳۸۷
۳۰ بهمن ۱۳۸۷
آی لاو بوکووسکی
The next day a nurse came out and got me and helped me on a rolling platform.
I was still vomiting up blood and was quite weak. She rolled me on the elevator.
The technician got behind his machine.
They poked a point into my belly and told me to stand there.
I felt very weak.
"I'm too weak to stand up," I said.
"Just stand there," said the technician.
"I don't think I can," I said.
"Hold still."
I felt myself slowly beginning to fall over backwards.
"I'm falling." I said.
"Don't fall." He said.
"Hold still," said the nurse.
I fell over backwards.
I felt as if I were made of rubber.
There was no feeling when I hit the floor.
I felt very light. I probably was.
"Oh god damn it!" said the technician.
The nurse helped me up and stood me up against the machine with this point jamming into my stomach.
"I can't stand it," I said, "I think I'm dying. I can't stand up. I'm sorry but I can't stand up."
"Stand still," said the technician, "just stand there."
"Stand still," said the nurse.
I could feel myself falling. I fell over backwards.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"God damn you!" the technician screamed, "you made me waste two films!
Those god damned films cost money!"
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Take him out of here," said the technician.
From: Life and Death in the Charity Ward
I was still vomiting up blood and was quite weak. She rolled me on the elevator.
The technician got behind his machine.
They poked a point into my belly and told me to stand there.
I felt very weak.
"I'm too weak to stand up," I said.
"Just stand there," said the technician.
"I don't think I can," I said.
"Hold still."
I felt myself slowly beginning to fall over backwards.
"I'm falling." I said.
"Don't fall." He said.
"Hold still," said the nurse.
I fell over backwards.
I felt as if I were made of rubber.
There was no feeling when I hit the floor.
I felt very light. I probably was.
"Oh god damn it!" said the technician.
The nurse helped me up and stood me up against the machine with this point jamming into my stomach.
"I can't stand it," I said, "I think I'm dying. I can't stand up. I'm sorry but I can't stand up."
"Stand still," said the technician, "just stand there."
"Stand still," said the nurse.
I could feel myself falling. I fell over backwards.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"God damn you!" the technician screamed, "you made me waste two films!
Those god damned films cost money!"
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Take him out of here," said the technician.
From: Life and Death in the Charity Ward
۱۸ بهمن ۱۳۸۷
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