Zia Ghiasi:
جای خودت که هیچی، جای غذات هم خالیه
Zia Ghiasi:
33 ºC, Humidity: 75%, Wind: 12.1 km/h, and I'm still.
Zia Ghiasi:
remember
Zia Ghiasi:
my ship is not sailing any more
Zia Ghiasi:
depth of sound
Zia Ghiasi:
near light
Zia Ghiasi:
Roll 01-10
Zia Ghiasi:
get on your feet, bitch
Zia Ghiasi:
Keep living until you die. Keep suffering until you're high
Zia Ghiasi:
Roll 01-23
Zia Ghiasi:
Roll 01-24
Zia Ghiasi:
no way out boy
Zia Ghiasi:
Roll 01-06
Zia Ghiasi:
he burned the color of sounds
Zia Ghiasi:
but my ship is still sailing
Zia Ghiasi:
wild city
Zia Ghiasi:
something's gonna change my world
Zia Ghiasi:
lost weekend
Zia Ghiasi:
no one knows i'm gone
Zia Ghiasi:
Roll 03-07
Zia Ghiasi:
Roll 03-17
Zia Ghiasi:
A Conservative Staggered-Grid Chebyshev Multidomain Method for Compressible Flows, Using Red Balloons
Zia Ghiasi:
Oh mother, where were thou?
Zia Ghiasi:
Oh, you really look like what you read.
Zia Ghiasi:
the room I lived in
Zia Ghiasi:
smells like a long flight
Zia Ghiasi:
The room in which we used to get high
Zia Ghiasi:
The kitchen in which we had munchies
Zia Ghiasi:
Smells like a long flight - 3
