…… و لكن

I started reading Hunter S. Thompson’s

اليوم …  لوناً إنتحر لا نعرفه أيهم لأنه عندما رحل لم يترك وراءه أثر

(this is a short story I did not finish and i am not planning to do so, but since the blog was asleep for a while here is what i have wrote about the league of the Pathetics  .. typos are a trade mark and if you ignore them they will leave you in peace [...]

He knew that there was something fundamentally wrong with him when he realised that every thing is as good as lighting up a cigarette. and spoken words usually are nothing but noise. that put him in the corner, you see the problem was he could not say what is the definition of “Fundamentally Wrong”, other than it is [...]

I was born under a wanderin’ star I was born under a wanderin’ star Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack I’ve never seen a sight that didn’t look better looking back I was born under a wanderin’ star Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry Snow [...]

sometimes I think we forgot to extinct.. we simply forgot, like when I forgot to go to my dentist. I am at work at the moment, may be later I will write a post about that, it can be titled something like that.. the species that mistook it’s extinction for a hat* *The Man Who Mistook His Wife [...]

I am on a weird medication at the moment; I am taking something that helps me to stop smoking like a coal train. One of the side effects is up-normal dreams, when I read the warning i was wondering how can a dream be normal let alone up-normal  but my question was answered soon enough [...]

ولدت في السادس من أغسطس عام 1982 وكان ذلك في الساعة الثامنة و نصف مساءا في إحدي مستشفيات ليفربول و علي حسب أرشيف البي بي سي كان يوم جمعة و كان صحوا يتخلله مطر خفيف …  و كان أيضا الذكري السابعة و الثلاثين لأنفجار هيوريشيما النووي. علمت بهيروشيما في عيدي الثاني عشر يومها علمت بأنني [...]

it is almost November and i was visiting London yet another time in a space of weeks, walking down Chiswick was something. and i wonders in the season of raining trees which we call in our broken languages Autumn. how would a pigeon sees London. now i have few stories to tell and i promised [...]

جوليا قصة طويلة جدا ، قريبا عندما يصبح البعد عن لندن مزعجا بشكل كافي قد أكتب عنهما و لكن اليوم تذكرتها عندما قالت ” لا أريد أن أرقص التانجو مع مكنسة كهربائية عجوز” هذا كان الشئ الوحيد الصادق تلك الليلة و الباقي كان عبارة عن بعض النبيذ و الكثير من السجائر اليوم تذكرت جوليا و [...]