When once gifted with Immortality, the eternal human Spirit may have believed that the human Light, tensed in deer eyes and flaming in halo, is not merely a product of combustion — but the eternal moment of a fillable, sanctified Universe; training in a living fire with two Sighs of the Spirit so it can boil budding into One! A graceful fever-lily stretches a pulled-out petal and as a thin nerve it gently rises and what remains is the birth of Immortality in Prometheus!
 
It spreads from my little boy's face, cherishing a melancholy orphanage: then he became my unquenchable, pure flame! My trickled panting head smelled like a pearl-like sweat like the flash of Damocles' blade; our fingers spread hesitantly apart in the restrained ******* of our bodies; we smuggle lively stuttering, complimenting words into each other's honeyed lips!
 
The waterfall of my trembling infarct heart shone like a breathing glass ball drop in the glow of Arca Gioconda, the elf of an abundant, rushing stream! And their mature body's throbbing immortal pace in the Universe has already ruptured and begun to divide and become our three and then four-hearted rib cages! "Buds of ******* shattered in the rays of our sparkling angelic eyes for Happiness!" - Glowing hawthorn in a tropical night and a flaming lace bush are a sure way for the two of us - maybe it's ready forever!
 
In our Savior Child Smile, we ignited the Essence of Sincerely Belonging to Each Other as a Child of Being

Every day I wake up as a stranger in the morning until I can get back to myself! The crease of my face: a hair-stricken, war map, an uninhabited oasis that lurks in Peace! My chubby, pathetic body is a crooked mirror of the functioning of my organs! They can hardly want to recognize me anymore - although I also think about hygiene with a razor blade every day! My existence radar, tormented in the rib-atrium of my chest, sends panting signs to the age of bean-busting Angels!
 
It would still be bold to say no to a stubborn Death, a cutting Judgment, if the transporting blood in my set of molecular cells were not tiring! - The far-reaching echo of my orbiting lunar loneliness transmits incessant signals, sends valuable messages: s The cheap rag of word-rags will be even truer and more honest! - The Presence that is constantly grieving is petrified in me; I cannot dare live if I cannot feel that I can always count on Someone and as a patient Protective Angel always follows to the shadow of my heels!
 
My heart may be - sometimes it just mimics how it beats! It has become terribly cumbersome in In there, but it is often more and more excruciating out there! I am still honest with myself! While my others say my broken scarecrow face is covered in masquerade! If something can touch: Stimulus or another brainstorming idea to cry back the compulsion that comes true: can I stand it ?! "Isn't the conscious compromise of Life a worm for me?" Tears shed their pearl petals from crusted crater eyes and often obscure everything Nivan's milky white desert! In my mortal existence, the tiny events of minutes immortally unite when I know that the fallen-Self I have learned in the other will die at any time! The Mirror presented to myself is sure to shine from the inside!

How was it before? The budding scent-universe of roses chased him to Death: a petal-crushing allure, a flirtatious Reality that not even a fallen child-minded man can escape? Because love and forbidden Stars abraded in human hearts! The puzzle is ready! That's why he had to go to the depths of hell! The hungry and wild **** of greedy cannibals is all to possess on this earth! Wounded Man do not sell yourself at any cost!
 
Whoever has just come to live and prosper in this region will be expelled from themselves, chased away immediately! The enviable evil itself lacks the human-building lava stone, and the nose of the uncontrollable Sisyphean stone rumbles equally out of the Redeemer. - A deliberate Hermit-Orpheus who has moved away from the world: he is afraid of you here - more laurel merits can hardly be created, because the deserved Success has become salable, so everyone is determined to be down!
 
Cocktail-rucis grins the smiley little girl's role with a chirping little mouth-smile and the universal devil of Idiotism conquers everywhere! - I slip into my evenings with a crouching shadow with invisible and intentional intentions; I can't let a brain-numbing, vile laziness guide me by the hand - when so much is still waiting for me as all possible care and counting on me! "Wolves have long been shed in sheepskin and sold by so many themselves." Oh, you unfortunate, deceived apostate! At least you can still do the sacred light of the wisdom of your mind, don't make a mess!
 
As a Prophet with a stubborn ****, throw two on your feet and convince yourself to remain a Man forever

Gaz s silly silly trendy bagpipes are hanging on the ladder of coolness today! Silly smudges are splattered like a **** telescope on a reality show and the exalted ****** relationships of the physical universe take place in the crossfire of curious cameras; humiliatingly misunderstood black comedy! "It's just silly nonsense, stupid five-minute people: while the average tolerates sluggish common sense and sloth-tuna when someone wins a Beauty Contest in addition to the chattering melody of two complex sentences!" Yet the time of the modified Beauty and Mind Championships is long overdue and new, hitherto unknown jobs are being created and created for the selfish possession of the flashing blinding smile of ladies!
 
To Man - if his common sense could remain - the Lack fenced the swamp net, which lowers and pulls it down daily! Eyes adorned with squeaky stars on a swallowtail soul-seeing feeling rarely drum! - Fewer and fewer people are being held captive by silly winds; Im in the embracing depths of silence - I dug myself in a long time! I can't want them to notice you unnecessarily! Could I have spoken and confessed? For whom?
 
A ban has been proclaimed with invisible contracts and Exorcist brains ready to tipran with inferior rights, hazelnut hands who digest the heraldic whims of innovative manuscripts with a garbage can: so why?! “As a smeared star, I toss in the unknown sea of Being and maybe wait for Someone; we would confess the melodic twin-echo sounds of each other's heart-cups with pulsation… Interrupted

Like a neck-thief, falling with razor-hands razor-sharp buttocks Death to the throbbing chambers of my heart; to discard the impending Execution and repeated daily for eternity In tomorrow, the trampling story will become more and more like a murderous hair! With the nauseating vomiting of vomiting in numbers like a hanging rag doll - on a strangling rope, I tension into the ******* of the present moments and I can't understand: how far have I been able to survive when I needed Friends to help me with the laws of survival?
 
I am troubled and offended in the Present: Those who have made good jokes out of my peculiar eccentricity will carve me out because I will again hide from the target of their envious and petty eyes! "As a testifying fugitive, it was my scapegoat's sin to leave the brainwashed, burning lines early!" - In vain did their hyena teeth, their jackal nails being smashed against me by crushing parasites against each other, revenge-thirsty, word-of-mouth hussars: I rebelled and in me against the eternal Child who was craving humanity and would have bowed to Differential Compromises!
 
Even between scander-brains, gorilla-biceps, and hand-bandaged mouths, the wiser Man may not have enough to bake to escape the exaggerations of hellishly cultivated Idiots that carve a gallows to undermine the independent, valuable personality of the thinking individual! For perhaps he will come even when the fallen Man wished he could learn from his mistakes with discreet responsibility, and not only could he have had a cracked mouth — he would not bow to the waterfowl, holy as a compromising birch tree, they would respond to spider minds with witnessing redemptive reason!

the uncertain Future lies tensed in the rock cavity of Beating Hearts! In the throbbing supplications of petals, the Universe would be resurrected; Witnesses who adhered to the wounded human law were accepted as witnesses: Empathy for the unusual too! The merit of the computing community now is the privilege ?! When can they find treasure among the sobbing True Beads, if they have already hurt themselves in humility ?!
 
Many times, the open mouth of everyday Being shores and gorges vibrates like a stretched rope, trembling: maybe he dreams of a cheap, worn-out knife, he easily cuts off his deep thread of life! Witnesses have long guessed: they’re not digging up the bumpy grave where they originally put it! - Insidious fools and syrups dressed in syrup are often just getting infected!
 
In the darkness of the chamber, in the whirlwind of fluttering whispering nests, I want to cling to expensive smiles with a light-smelling scent, and I couldn't hope to lose everything in vain even between cobweb listening! - Among the particularly groping blind spots of obscure shapes, I could offer my tufted hand to someone more boldly: grasp and guide you through the trials of this earthly Being with Giving Love!
 
You could also take back the vacant, eternal Child in the adult man while the concrete wall of secrets between the two of us would disappear unnoticed! Should I lie to his golden heart like an orphan and listen to the melody of doubled echo sounds to my liking what kind of songbird sighs can dissolve?

Something intimidated trembling stone, they may have smuggled a crumbled ancestral fragment into me at the beginning of my birth: wounded sunsets dipped in blood gold like hesitant Sisyphus keeps carrying me until cheap blood bills are imposed on my head - now something uncertainly trembling to the brim! Where precarious, barren and bleak beaches greet you, and Man can dwarf a bird-seeing eccentric!
 
More and more distressing tiny stones are scratching, tossing in me - I'm afraid the wounded part of my self can hardly be back again Whole, collapsible balanced! I still face myself many times in the face of a wolf: I will be a Neanderthal stone penetrating to the depth of my soul's disappointed well, once everyone has left and once his rich ******-biting emotions have been wiped out by breaking dilentants, trendy whims!
 
Instead of dog-bited tissues, I would cling to the healing tremors of redemptive kisses if Someone still recognized I needed to be lifted up to be in my fall - to be on par with others! - I watch as everything and everyone is running around, arrogantly, or in a hurry; this is how the Heart Relationships, which were believed to be eternal, break down, because the sacred handcuffs have rusted on their hinges - but somehow we should live and prosper, because his wound, who has suffered as a result of our being, is healing!
 
Inviting Indifferent Attracting Interest Has Nothing To Do! My disappointment often happens to win over me! - The dimness called lost is sprouting from my sad eyes; The shadow of death and haunting is more and more circling above my head if I let my mood triumph: I already understand something because I feel and only the Someone to be found would be left!