Grand fantasies of Claudius and the madness of a nephew

My uncle married mother while I was in Germany. He took the throne and slipped into the sheets of my mother. The wind is northerly.

Six years old girls singing, playing on the middle strip in junctions. At the red light they run to the cars, peddling envelopes, band-aids; squinting through, talking to rolled up windows. And Claudius believes that his country has potential for another 70 million people. And there is a complete break-down of traffic, city imploding, and Iran deliriously thinks itself a model nation. Iran is universal entropy. It spews its children out across all corners of the world. It holds its children in an iron grip – shackles made up by fantasies of California, religion without belief, death to its enemies, poverty, islands of middle class refuge, fear, fear above everything, and then soccer. Iran is universal. We are all Iranians. Complete and utter insanity. We are not allowed to see the nape of our women’s necks, and the children don’t go to school, they sell postcards in the streets, we’d rather support Hizbollah, and broadcast ridiculous propaganda in broken English from mock CNN studios, and launch war exercises in the name of the great prophet, and spend money on martyr’s posters instead of schooling. And then we all huddle in a cancerous cage of a city at the feet of beautiful snow-capped mountains. Content to glimpse majestic peaks through the dense smog; not scaling its sides but staying put in the moving rubber cell of our exhaust filled car. Iran a universal prison. Universal Auschwitz with a dab of Parisian Elan. Lined by melancholic plane trees. Everything is fine – we just need a bit of opium – and then there is always Afghanistan and backward Arabs. We are a people of culture and sophistication. Iran – a model nation. Bad car accidents are fine as long as we are good muslims – hold on to that chador (even if you’re desperately trying get out of a burning wreck). We say Inshallah and then our team wins.
Tupperware leads the way into the Iranian 22nd century. The advent of the Microwave along with Tupperware rendered collective action superfluous. Asphalt is excellent for preventing the building of barricades. Summing up the fourth international plastic expo: Global warming will help the plastic industry gain ground in the publishing business. Temerity in government leads to higher sensitivity among children. Koran: A book mostly about women, by Mohammed. Poetry is best sung by reckless bachelors.