Locked in the destined bone cage of the Universe, our everyday life promises a lasting struggle; torment-beating, comic We long for the pleasures of being and want even more! The mature, immortal presence will soon be lost if we choose only cheap, earthly pleasures! A suffocating lack of self-confidence and an overcrowded social Sisyphean loneliness always flourish in the placental doubts carried out among the rattling ravens of worlds!
 
Our world-shattered, wounded-dreams are rarely if they can come true! Our haunting nights are all stolen by our battle sweats! Your deep soul hears the melancholy-hesitant echo sounds of the created, murderous silence! How much more selfish, stubborn weight can you still have? To the expressable mercy hurts the teeth of all of us, to relieve the soul-tearing beast-pain! It carries dreams and desires as a pillar weight, but the creative thought, from which the Redeeming Difference falls on you, is even further away!
 
Because as soon as the defiance of remembrance comes, somehow the Southern Company Future always becomes senile! This introverted, contemplative consciousness looks at this ******* I give and take; blurred, confidential They sell their Loyalists as used underwear for a petty greeting of consciences! They can rarely scrape humanity for themselves from the pathetic sediment of Indifference, a secret moral pedestal! They would also easily drill into the offered, mild-paying Hope - if it depended on it - they could hope for a proper reward for their career!
 
In every new opportunity, the Death-flirtatious competence of humiliation weeps alone! - Sensationalist, foolish ideas to radically increase the number of degrees are accumulating and multiplying in the hives of obscure minds; little girl-faced mannequins stand as grinning canaries; sacrificial porcelain doll sense

Thanks to me and the ever-expanding, deep chasm is lowering my saw teeth more and more! In the depths of a self-pitying ghost-soul, he disintegrates himself; where the insecure Nirvana fears, the conscious insecure, can expand like black holes in the vast fabric of Times! My deceived life also carries a constantly wounding space with Sisyphean burdens! On my lonely nights, who sinned in crocodile tears, no one could have found the pathetic, battle-treasures, melodic drops of my true pearls in themselves: my multiplied, excluded pain worthily shared! The stray world is flowing through me already! It would be good to cling to the testifying, motherly eyes with a little boy's orphanage!
 
A single, knife-hesitant ray of chocolate-brown Gioconda eyes is enough for a true-honest couple to realize if they really want to! It is rare to build card castles from dreams torn to pieces! "A gray horde of shadows is pushing between people, and the bribed darkness is starting to gather deep and deep in every well!" The underworldly filth of the otherworldly eggs pushes and pushes everyone into fear, crying an orphaned little child!
 
Spilled indifference takes possession of the used hope! The murderer also crashes into the road in silence; in me you are trembling with small dreams shattered into billions of pieces so that you can selfishly stubbornly defend the vulnerable boundaries of my vulnerable Soul! In the half-consciousness of squeaky renunciations, Time, as an precious priceless treasure, pies and stares in the mirror: it sees my pensive-orphaned face every day and fills the inner wall of my skull with intrusive thoughts! “Hermit loneliness reconciles with my differences, even my heart attack-heart is digesting itself more and more.

With cut wings and squandered dreams, it would have been good to continue! It can be opened with an open-eyed eye to shout to see if it will still be possible to save Humanity from a mortal soul! In every minute of the Universe that we steal from life, we cry the vulnerability of our presence in hundreds of forms! The pain screaming into melody is preserved by a long-lasting cello or cello; a shattered rainbow of light washes our souls bare naked! Mysterious twilight reigns in petals that are pounding for each other, trembling in the gestures of shaky superstitious kisses, thundering to earth-installed Heaven!
 
Excited forgiveness is heard through the retina of the narrator's eyes and he asks for an assured audience! Survivable times can only be understood and learned only gradually! Our destiny is also im already inevitable; everything is built on scattered quicksand castles if we let our eternal moments of this existence be lost! You can hardly understand the essence of divisive differences! The compulsions of selfish, wild interests, the promises of self-deceiving, fierce pursuits, vile money!
 
The drowsiness of riches in meaningful minutes is rarely if you help! You can rarely buy a handful of happiness! Doubt and Hope, like two opposing traps, surround us in a mundane everyday life, and our flesh is bitten together by the stigmatized curse of our souls! "In the powerlessness of the insidious nights that hide our sins, vile scammers also escape with hypocrisy and fidelity!" They sip greedily sipping their glass of revenge, the iris intoxication of spoiling careers! This is how we stretch ourselves to the junk power of redeeming money! Let us not miss our common judgments with the avit desolation of their luxury-tyrannical sense of life.
 
With cut wings and squandered dreams, it would have been good to continue! It can be opened with an open-eyed eye to shout to see if it will still be possible to save Humanity from a mortal soul! In every minute of the Universe that we steal from life, we cry the vulnerability of our presence in hundreds of forms! The pain screaming into melody is preserved by a long-lasting cello or cello; a shattered rainbow of light washes our souls bare naked! Mysterious twilight reigns in petals that are pounding for each other, trembling in the gestures of shaky superstitious kisses, thundering to earth-installed Heaven!
 
Excited forgiveness is heard through the retina of the narrator's eyes and he asks for an assured audience! Survivable times can only be understood and learned only gradually! Our destiny is also im already inevitable; everything is built on scattered quicksand castles if we let our eternal moments of this existence be lost! You can hardly understand the essence of divisive differences! The compulsions of selfish, wild interests, the promises of self-deceiving, fierce pursuits, vile money!
 
The drowsiness of riches in meaningful minutes is rarely if you help! You can rarely buy a handful of happiness! Doubt and Hope, like two opposing traps, surround us in a mundane everyday life, and our flesh is bitten together by the stigmatized curse of our souls! "In the powerlessness of the insidious nights that hide our sins, vile scammers also escape with hypocrisy and fidelity!" They sip greedily sipping their glass of revenge, the iris intoxication of spoiling careers! This is how we stretch ourselves to the junk power of redeeming money! Let us not miss our common judgments with the avit desolation of their luxury-tyrannical sense of life.

Leaning against the alley walls of our passing years, the silent silence followed in silence. On the hanging rope of Nirvana between time and space, the body of Adam ourselves looks into the depths of the gaping gaps! On the memorable journeys - where in hand - we go together begging-repenting heart also shivering; afraid to drive home will rarely! In common struggles of being, interdependence carries our own selfish Destiny! It has become a meat-cutting edge, for alamous, squeaky deeds and petty words!
 
Our wakefulness is gradually chewed and ground by the blinded Time! Luxury lives, like open, publicly imprisoned prisons, alternate their lives with seeming prosperities like fragrant lingerie, what more can the future bring them? "As an eternal wandering alien, you should have clung to the Being Sheaths with lasting roots until it's too late!" Choke Being Vacuum always digests its best! Self-beliefs can easily be swept away by the intoxication of the moment! Our committed guilt will continue in the depths of our beating hearts!
 
In a dazzling parade of eyes, we cross in search of our own lives, snarling rays flash on the surface of curved mirrors, snarling clouds! Giant, fornicate fists seem to be elongated, haunting shadows of fear at night: selfish reflections of ourselves! Everyone travels the counted highways of the times alone! - Hesitant attention could still stretch your neck ample; the lonely loneliness of exiled stateless people makes you think and closes around! Amid rapidly spreading shadows, wordless devastation destroys the night of friendship.

Blurred in the crowded details of reality, the lamp-lighting lights of rising dawns quickly disappear, fading; between depth and height there can hardly be a way out only full of screaming gaps! Space will be transformed into sounds; in a stroking-gentle touch with a single love fingertip, there is a pronounced, eternal emotion: wide pupils radiating happiness, longing for the immortality of leaping minutes, which is deliberately distorted by the magical power of visions!
 
True Seers always ***** and live in the usual, uninhabited light! Vulnerable pain opens its petals for a long time and would call on the Beloved of its loyalty! The survivable calvary of everyday life is roaring in groups in stunning looks! - Stations of quests ring in the shells of ears like cracked bell tongues in haunting vocals! Creatures that have gone wild in fallible will not be affected by forgiveness! As a selfishly greedy antrocious, they live only for themselves!
 
Already everywhere there are so many selfish, calculating hand-washing Pilate houses voluntarily in exchange for star-bombing gases; this is how lonely Golgotha people become exiles! "A broken-sounding judgment-requiem begs for melancholy orphanage into the night: No one should be a debtor-mercenary of insidious greed!" - Smiling with handcuffs, they can stab anyone in the back; it ripens when ripe and smells of stings The Silence of Betrayals!
 
Like a bad conscience, I am coding wandering between four walls with my selfish sins: my missed opportunities are confronted daily by the formula of my fears! A constant sense of danger forces you to wake up urgently

Whispering a dagger of danger in a hundred figures a day is raised to me by my snarling Present! I run out of rails for suicides under my feet; clicking heartbeats scratched my face ditches! The station of retired inheritance cannot wait for me! It would be good to engrave the conscious, submissive formulas of my fears in the exile walls of minutes, and with the jumping Time, it is as if the Hope is stumbling into a vacuum and sooner or later Hope will escape! A tiny network of cells strikes each other every second; locked in a stubborn prison of my fateful state, my chances of stopping are dwindling!
 
I consciously measure my significant statistical life! I’m going to be in self-danger escapes instead of the Beloved one I have to cling to! A clicking, wild rumble rips through the cell wall of my eardrum, echoing the judgmental word of my pounding heart! - In crazy, imagined reality-show worlds, consciously thinking intellect is thrown out useless! My discouragement can only be overwritten by a pair of walnut-brown Gioconda eyes; if the enduring, angelic miracle could still be rocked around balmy moonlight romances! I have an apocalyptic rejection of the trembling of my little boy, my limb; the shackled agony is numb!
 
Today, humanity pays attention to appearances and sensations! Uncut diamonds are rarely discovered from the ancient roar of shining, reflector-buzzing: misconceptions, glittering pleasures of tinsel reign over easy-to-buy, cheap souls that vulnerable people have nothing to do with.

Ordinary space carries you out and rushes away from everyday worries! In his distressed anxieties, the redeeming peace can hardly be persuaded by others who hear the consolation that passes through the night-broken dreams: "There will be nothing wrong!" "He looks like a hesitant little child who confesses sin in us!" Messianic hopes have been replaced by extravagances! An active human mind is playing with trickling pieces of thought, while your new plans are sure to be born!
 
In the depths of instinct, the love of the Universe and the joys of appearances were once being prepared to create new degrees of hope with our common will! We rushed through the superficiality of our modern age with a driven soul; secretly, superstitious eyes don't even miss the precious minutes, when the heart and the taste of the universe-cherishing kisses are pounding to a beat?! A terrible, prickly fog is raging in us! - Choking parallels, bitter anxieties do not spare the cage-silence either; silent sore wait anxious out of ghost eyes!
 
Stars little joy how to staple the secrets of the eyes?! As a roar of steps, the troubled Spirit first knocks and then echoes as a footprint of hearts! You digest your members yourself! It is no longer possible to start with cheap promises conceived in the filth of times! A runaway memory seems to never want to remember enough again - it immerses itself in the lake of Léthe-forgetting rivers! Throbbing anticipation of hope-gold is ringing in vain all in vain!
 
On the extinct platform of dead tracks, the rusty assembly of hope is wasting