there's not another W

[ a boy, 19 or so, sitting next to his father, with an unhappy gesture, in his late forties, watching tv, but they both seem distant from it ]

boy: are you leavin' us papa?

father: [ not willing to answer, with a low voice, hardly heard ] i am.

boy: is there another woman?

father: [ nods his head, negative, sighs enourmously ] no! [ then he smiles to his son apologetically ]

voice out of nowhere: yes, call him a liar, you saw the bitch. you greedy eyes! you caught them red-handed in the middle of a simple act of fucking. and now you dare to call him a liar. but tell me one thing! you lady... the one with the blue stockings...yes, you! exactly 6 months 17 days 9 hours ago, you let your best friend's boyfriend enter his P into your V. you didn't decide to split up! and you, gentleman with the purple tie and a gold pin... exactly 36 minutes before this show, you drew your P out of you lovers V for 576th time! you never thought of divorce. why? because you cheap fucks were not in love. but this man you call him a liar, is in love, and he's right when he says there isn't another woman, because there isn't another woman, there is a love. and love is a totally different thing from a woman, in many senses, apart from that it doesn't have  Bs, or a V, so you can quench your wholly animal desires.

Question : Part 2

[The questioning mall security guard, in his own mind]

- Hey, brain!

- Wassup? You wanted something?

- I remembered my question.

- Wow, how interesting!

- You' ready?

- I was born ready.

- OK. It goes like this: "Does a blind man see?"

- What?!

- No, no, I mean: "Does a blind man dream?"

- How the hell would I know? If you have noticed WE AIN"T BLIND!

- Man, I expected more than that from you. Use your imagination.

- OK. I guess everyone dreams.

- And why's that?

- You got your answer. Yes.

- Why would he dream?

- Why wouldn't he?

- 'Cause he ain't SEEN jackshit in his life.

- How do you know he hasn't?

- How could he?

- No one said anything about being born blind.

- What if he was born blind?

- Everyone has a mind. And everyone has a soul. Even if you have never seen anything, your mind can imagine things.

- But he has never SEEN anything. He has never had an image in his mind. Light has never entered his eyes. He doesn't even know what an image is.

- I agree that seeing with your eyes creates a lot of our imaginations and thoughts. But we have like 6 other senses.

- 5.

- 7.

- 5. Whatever. Get to your point.

- I mean how do you think they read? With touching some punched cards. If they understand it, then they must have some kinda image in their mind.

- Reasonable. Even with your eyes closed, if you touch somebody's face, you can tell how they look like.

- Or music. It creates a lot of images in your mind.

- Feelings, better to say. You don't see the moonlight listening to Beethoven. You have a feeling that is similar to watching the moonlight.

- Whatever.

- Ok. I agree that they have an imagination. But I was asking about dreaming. Does having an imagination guarantee dreaming? Or, better to say, are dreams only images?

- That wasn't a better way to say that.

- You know what I mean.

- I should. I'm your mind.

- But do you?

- I don't know.

- By the way, if your my mind, then who the hell am I?

- I'm the answering part of your brain, and you're the questioning part.

- Nice to meet you!

- Thanks. Bye.

[The other security guard slaps him in the face]

- Wake up

Question

[Two mall security guards, killing time...]

-Can I ask you something, man?
-Obviously not! Why would I waste my 5 minute break on your blabbers?
-Come on man!
-Shhh. I'm trying to have my moment of Zen here. And don't touch my Coke.
-Please!
-Talk to the hand. Cause the face won't listen!
-It's just a simple question, you douchebag!
-Aaah! Whaaaatever, go ahead.
-Promise you'll answer?
-Yeah.
-You're not calling me a nerd, right?
-Hey! Look at me! Focus!
-What?!
-Will you just ask your goddamn question?
-OK. But don't fret bro, it's nothing serious though...
-Just spit it out!
-Ok, ok! Wait for it... Here it comes....Umm. I guess I forgot.

[Punching and Kicking]

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دیالوگ با کاغذ

دیده ام آدمها، وقتی بهشان نگاه می کنی، ادا در می آورند و برایت فیلم بازی می کنند؛ نگاهت را که ازشان برداشتی، نگاهشان به تو عوض می شود.

?who's bigger than Mr. President

[ a blond woman, in her late thirties, trying to relax in an armchair. her eyes are closed. a boy, apparently confused, approaches her quietly and waits for say, ten seconds.]

boy: mom!

woman: [without opening her eyes] yes dear?

boy: do the guys dad makes in the lab have souls?

woman: [opens her eyes, and looks at the boy carefully] oh, of course they have souls, what did you think?

boy: does God know that he injects souls into them? maybe He needed those souls for some other guys. shouldn't dad ask Him?

woman: oh dear! come here. [she hugs the boy and tells him very confidently:] you know dad works for Mr. President. now don't you worry about dad or the other guys.

boy: but still i think God should know that someone's stealing His souls. i wanna call Him. mom, can i call Him?

Suburban Life Dialogue

[ In a quiet suburban area, two men sitting on an old chevys hood, while one rolling a cigarette, the shorter guy starts the Dialogue. ]

Al: man, I hate sex without love...it repulses me
Bob: yea me too..., I've tasted it and it's the worst shit people can make!
Al: yeah...that's right
Bob: you hate yourself to death
Al: yeah
Bob: That's absolute misery
Al: I wanted to puke my guts out
Bob: I did it once and then I actually ran the hell out to street... [ Lights up the Cigarette ]
Al: Are you kiddin' or what?
Bob: It was in the middle of the night, and I just made up an excuse and I just went straight out, and metro was closed, and no cabs, so I just ran until I couldn't breathe anymore... and I wandered until sun came up... and I went back to work... and I hated myself all day long.
Al: I've tasted the same hell
Bob: Me I was so pissed off, I didn't even went back to collect my stuff...
Al: I wonder how people can do it like normal...
Bob: But the sad story is I did it again... I only wanted to know if it was my wrong, or my mood, or is it really somethin'..., and it happened again..., at first you really don't see it... cause everythin' seems fine..., you're high on illusions... I thought to myself she's cool, what was that I did last time... but when the prayer's done...,and she brushes the remains of love from the bed... you start to hate yourself again...
Al: Man this is so fucked up... let's get somethin' to drink
Bob: You know what... I just remembered that I have to go and pick my stuff from sally's home. see you around
Al:sally?! you still seein' sally?
Bob: What can I do, she loves me.