There is a glimmer of embers in the depths of the candlelight eyes: can pille madness remain intoxicating love or a deceived hope?! Those who march in the labyrinth of complex thoughts have a pale flower sign with a yew flower: stigma accents on the stretched bone hands raised to a gesture! Who could have endured more? Did you sin more?! In the fair-feelings of throbbing heartbeats, the memories of rhythm problems and petty problems are already knocking separately! Searching for self-marching opportunities on broken career paths in the waist, in the flash of an arrow, the even more profit builds a cheap card castle tomb!
 
Blood-red, wounded, wolf-blind at dusk, the unworthy Sisyphus, rolling cowardly stones on the expelled forehead of Times, also stops; addressed to him by selfish destiny! As fallen angels, everyone is already intentionally wearing other masks; hides the onion peel of his vulnerable soul! "The ripened vortex of our memories is constantly buzzing with tears!" A **** thrown in pink-petal clouds dances to the sky dancing! It operates as a changing pendulum with a promising, given word of the uttered and then forgotten promise!
 
As a cursed parasite that has settled on our lives as a cursed parasite, we are constantly threatened with Death by Execution of the Executioner! This is why we are consciously afraid of self-procreating love and maybe we are all trembling! "In times of internal burns, external self-digestion, it would have been good to believe that redemptive consolation could catch up in the image of a cherished precious Angel!" We want to scrape together our tired dreams with last-minute salvage pots; a swamp of polluting phlegm and vain arrogance covers free-thinking skulls! Only empathy tolerance could tear ice-hearted people apart!

It multiplies itself into a Spirit wholly born out of nothing; staring at star-clocks seems like a fleeting minute at the Fate! The victim closes his eyes in front of his dream images of the creep of an uncertain future! In the ****** vortices of tomorrow's days, only the guards can be alert! It would be good to discover the roaring roar of your distant sea with true love, in brilliant-laughing eyes!
 
A human head shape, a congregation of grinning pebbles lurking around me from everywhere; instead of superstitious, romantic kisses nailed to papermen, the stray time quickly absorbs it! They tickle, hum, grin when our emotions of honesty have been lying for a long time! Stimulators of action set off chirping raiding, while more and more of the humble hideouts lurking in the ivory tower froze in silence! - Lava spit dropped on the full side of liar-insidious encouragers like house walls send green secretions; my heart pounding like a wounded rock deeply stopped by lightning!
 
Maybe I can’t even get rusty up the hillside anymore! My selfish orphanage has made its way nowhere in myself! My friendly handshakes, as a series of pathetic attempts to make lasting connections, are looked down upon in a selfish way: a bleak, otherworldly backdrop that many can’t eat or drink - it will soon go to heaven! This is how he will be naughty from simlis to his heart, because he is always scratching himself for himself! During the far-flung years, like the effervescence after the effervescence; there is a constant desire for lack! How many more movements remain in the memory space?

I would do my long-standing business, but there is no need for hermit witnesses! crouching ferry usages, human wrecks are moving on self-deprecating for their own benefit and they are learning to be a further guttable Being! Self-exited, re-established wild hordes tread the compromising Order on the way! The smell of burnt human flesh also makes them more annoying! Drunken, bred with great power intoxication, phlegm-chirping, pseudo-preachers would dictate the changing trend, and if it was hand in hand, it would have long since lost its conscious, preservable dignity!
 
They carry a roaring Lator cross modestly, while under others they light bonfires! Péter Pán's complex seedlings for the bohemian youth are marching around their necks with a umbilical cord rope around their necks! - In our idyllic freedom of the press, they even sublimely search our thinking brains; a couple of wandering experiments and study formations will only be able to survive if the "some" want to and the people standing around the honeycombs nod - but with lonely wolf-witnesses stuck outside the circles, what else can they do if they are stuck in further fragments, constantly sinking will they be lost?!
 
He holds us up with his back, while the ruthless Fate plays with us well; Being gives us a broken, bittersweet realization! Waves swirling await us with a mixed warning of fear! At the final frontier, the only edge is often the only luck that can be turned with crooked fingers

He is already wandering around in the holy cauldron of sensual pleasures of the hero-loving Heart! Throwing fatally large ones in the deepening craters of bubbling cauldrons! The fillable Universe also feels unique! With the flaming, harmonious melodies of flames, he leaves the homes of invisible, secret telepathies at noon and finds himself a romantic-sweet sigh and a sonata of desire!
 
We kiss giving loyalty and love on each other's lips as an eternal gift! - Selfless service with a torturous homesick tremor is an even more difficult, burdensome task! Nor should it be a failure to bang once instinctive beats are finally released! Collecting slow heartbeats, we whisper into each other's eyes the secrets of our romantic immortality without words! At the boundary between depths and heights, we try to accept the most by gaining the most from each other!
 
Going from the inside out, we learn the seductive secrets of our hidden body; we build our homes that we thought were lost in each other’s petals! In every tiny sigh, in the filling molecules of desires, in every return, we can find ourselves again! - In all superstitious consciousness we can majestically be reborn and even destroyed as a Phoenix in the One-Whole eternity! - In the body of our body, our familiar movements seem to be realized again! We walk alongside the bumpy curves of tortured, sad paths of Being side by side with courage and spine support! Our fleeting selfish pains, if they exist, may seem to be immediately dissolved in the bonds of our radiant, eternal emotions

The winged tower of snow-white ice ghosts in the crystal clear, annihilated air; the ****** Spirit dropped little by little into the wedding of petals! You would have to return home if you could get into a homosexual existence! crouch in melancholy silence into the placental fog of maternal, bean-redeeming kills! Kharübdisz, the gaping underworld, his vision-mouth stretched, seems to be strained: the living is searching among the excavated fragments of memory, living alive! Crippled, paralyzed-bandsa of Ordas' saw teeth Death pulls back from the presence of the past! It can be hard to find redemptive antibodies in the forgetful amphorae of minds!
 
It used to be a happier sunshine Why tomorrow disappeared wandering in the afterlife?! - On the scales of our birth, you measure the beginning and end of Alpha and Omega with Sisyphus' pettiness! Even so, the afflicted Spirit bounces back from its vulnerable, avitt soul; in the present, another imagined danger can often catch up! The old guardian era always repeats itself in black and white! There is no way out of deeply winding, spirally balding roads! Eltiport, as a fat worm, we are all already on the fringes of our round; in a miserable world that has long degenerated for itself, in a fragmented world, questions backfire with an eternal, aimless rotation!
 
Where does the word of human humanity stay?! The bigger fish were sitting at the expense of others, a tor company tormenting themselves with chirping, business-like pedlar vigets! "In a wooden box that can be locked like a pebble, like a ark of the covenant, our fatal heart throws three more fates for the last time!"

A soul-seeing series of stifling silence, sacred romance, beautification, sincere compliments, chivalrous kindness - when someone knelt down, because their heart-oath was obliged to do so and because that would be dictated by etiquette! It would be good to remember everything then and humbly wolf-eye the motherland again! Why do we feel a flow that wounded, earthly lights can become transient in us?! Our life-confession that we have left to people every day may wipe out all sins!
 
It is rare for a person from his past to stray back into a hesitant present! Our talkative silence always has a severed neck! Today, they make favors of pseudo-messiahs, and they don't even know for themselves whether the greedy career desire will squeeze out more favors from them? - It's a shame to shiver and sigh for secret sound, suggestive, noticeable noises! The noise of squeezed heart sounds should be deciphered in ecstasy squirrels, strokes that can be snapped out as strings! Cheering, aggravated oppression echoes in silence while its festive culture settles on me!
 
Arbitrary, **** phlegmas endlessly step into the mud! In the soft sigh of Fugitive Twilight, a drunken, honey-like moment of Eden trembled: swan-tender ducks cherished their heart-loving hearts with their velvet caresses! Our dreams were puffed up with superstitious desires by the longing vibrations of the Universe! Immortal desires in our cell-deep loneliness were carefully concealed by our heart-cups!
 
The only scientists of the secrets of passion-sighs trembling through the ladik of the mammoths; memorable Wings of weightless imagination from time to time captivate the living! “Leave your shattering, raven-black locks free, while your superstitious broomsticks tremble at the tastes of the Universe

Whether the character s intention; a lustful, insidious, skillful will that will pave the way for petty self-interest to further liar-careerist paths! In an influential, constantly administered reality, everything has already sunk to the ground of one possible Impression Information! - Organized back into itself, another elk stroking a woman grows up as a bagpipe, holding even a valuable conscience for sale in exchange for fatter jobs!
 
The partisan court rejects the legitimate grievances of the people with real sincerity without a sock: paid shop window sensational lawsuits are needed for paid and false witnesses accustomed to flea markets! In imaginary fright, it is often believable to besiege ordinary peoples with bills instead of revenues stipulated in contracts! At the same time, we all carry the picture on our own: how will the wheel of our destiny turn without the help of certain helpers in the twilight of our old age, which can be sunk into an oldster pose?!
 
We have known for a long time, and many rely on it: in the labyrinths of compromises, trampled atonement can rarely occur; in our unreconciled torments there is still the trembling cry of wounded pains that tremble and groan! Many swear by the Hungarian lifestyles enriched with ecstasy, and when the era of realizations may have come a long time ago, everyone washes the ***** and forgiving sins of their pasts alone! - The collector's tinsel is already multiplying in human culture standards, it is easy to die in the sure prospect.