The end and the begining, both were only titles... but I was inspired, by the way.

Smoke has covered all the faces around, and I like it! I'm singin':
My boy, Africa,
My boooye Africa,

and I'm not a negger,
by the way,
My boy, Africa,
My boy, I'm a KKK fan,
My boy Africa....

and smoke has covered every where...
laugh out loud, I can dance like a rain man now... My boy...

E(mad)

You know I'm Iranian? my mother tongue is Persian, I can do slang like "zimin khoordatim" or "nokaretam be mola"....
I may even be able to feed a new dose of acetaminophen... I got my own way for fuckin' literature... specially when it's got more than 2 millenium history!

but it's good now... I'm shaping my feelings... This way... Auhh... good!