His rolled-out gold money is collected by adult chitens of vulnerable, snoozing Being! Gerontocracy no longer matters much if pampering, material well-being is the universal goal of everything! Celebrity deeds circulating like a balloon for up to three days first start to let go, then burst out sensationally hungry! Oblivion strikes a hollow depth in our beating, perforated hearts anyway! Because every collision is another solid blunder on the Ladder of the Spirit!
 
And if we don't grow walnut casing ourselves, we can soon suffer a series of injuries and new abyss wounds! What kind of expelled pits do you have to stumble across before every exploiter can reach shore?! - As the face of a match flame, many of them are lurking for prey concerts, and may be the happiest in their top-rated plans, once the calculated deception and deceptive gambling have been proven! The real will can only be revealed from seduced, smaller shreds of chatter!
 
Who is listening to the Future in telephone silence? If one does not take care of oneself, Fate can stumble back! Kandi's summon-blue people are lurking at all times and they are wondering: who can benefit more?! If you still keep the Loyalty love with a pure heart, when can you know that it will betray you with ease? With your teeth clenched, you may or may not cry, and your selfish rights, shrouded in Protestant silence, will chuckle - but there is no one and where! "On the drunken backs of sluggish nights, the Guards dawn on red algae twilight!" A worn handkerchief bursts like a barge stuck in an alley bed of streets! Immovable stones grind the Truth from themselves

Insignificant details in the buzzing pace of Being: orphaned, late-sunflower yellow hair trembles in the wind, always turning to face the Sun like one preparing for an unfinished showdown! Withered petals die when dried barren, yet keep your head raised! You no longer intentionally forced overbearing, haughty contempt! Whoever offended should live only, but alone: separately! My rage time often puts me in the right place when I’m just trying! Meaningless, yet logical determination lives on; my inner biology, like a timed clockwork, clicks frantically instead of me!
 
The cannibal appetite of worlds is fattened again and again by a destructive instinct of greed! Unnoticed, prolonged trust also befriends themselves for a long time; he is determined to show himself to benefactors! The lush-lying butterfly-dance of superstitious-eyes cannot heal insidious worm-chewed wounds! "I would like to turn my back on all the evils that can be done so that I can only remember the Beautiful!"
 
No matter how humiliating I had to accept: an insidious, lake-wide world would wash my solidified brain if I left! - The world-beautiful beauty of the seedless in the scorching sun cannot produce laurels in this superficial existence! Starting with a shower of tears, wailing sounds like every futile call for help! On the threshold of merciful defeat, the blood-wound of dawn erupts again; forgot to turn off the leather hose tap! Jealous demand tops even filled with Man's misunderstanding! Angels with redemptive fear already hold their terrible glorias.

Every selfish annihilation in prideful, lived in insult, continues and makes an insidious trap! I always look back at the sad little boy's face in horror, hiding in slender, cracked mirror fragments, and I want to protect the trapped, lasting fear as well! As a growling worm, anyone tramples the limits of my wound; I could never back down again! Thin little shards of Judas moonshine hurt my skin when a balmy moonlight trembles hauntingly on the prison wall of my room! Rested, my troubled, million-wounded, perforated heart in the two eyes of heaven found in happiness!
 
It would be good to tremble together into deep, raven-feathered broomstick lashes and my frightened pagan soul would chuckle in the redemptions of kisses! "I'm still intentionally playing the naive navel among adults!" As a good Hamlet, I would only be available for humanity! My soul would wish for the donations of compassion and brass, not even my residual reserve pride will be forgotten! You should have learned by all from rich-eyes dripping-honey ditches lit up; I keep packing in and out already pathetic myself!
 
You can only thrive in outdoor churn confusion with a healthy umbilical cord, which is still waiting back and forth! Anyone can see with melancholy eyes I dared to stare at human races! My own donkey skin figure is ready yet I can't sell myself! "I filter the details of the dust particles through myself - even in daylight they can only see them if I want to!" The only goal may remain to preserve the goodness of Man in recurring, damaging events.

His crashed, bewitched attention often became nothing; smeared memory will be all emotions! I would run away from the softly sinking, roaring winds! The surviving Tomorrow will shake in a fluttering duck movement! The short closing word zigzags to itself! I would be scattered in countless tiny pieces of pile in the eyes of the faithful Dear, so that even the pearl of redeeming tears could convey happiness! My dizzy atoms are just orbiting on their own like a continuous maze spiral!
 
Little by little, the Past is becoming more and more demanding every day! My dry-puffing sandbag life falls into a ravine if I leave! The corkscrews of a few promises can no longer make you feverish: in the above-ground band, I am still trying to gather my soul energies as much as they could stay! How long can I stay intact even in a postponed passage?! Crowded steps like a limping Hephaestus are deliberately shot; pinned gaping high like a pathetic, petty trophy!
 
A barely shadow of my sadness is projected on my barely-smiling face! In a single throbbing rib, my petal heart, which has started to punch, is forced to throb, because all the wounds can only be felt on its own! In the expectations set to the forefront, new tragedies can be born from moments that are poorly shaped! Punishment for star-shaped dropped feces! For sultry-speaking women, a complacent compliment is no longer worth it; they are all in love with their stun counterparts! I often wonder about the promises of flat handshakes!

The slowly melted joy boards of the Face are wounded by fat tears! A mixture of melancholy and sorrow seems to weary arabesques! The forgiveness of faithful shadows is always accompanied by diligence! The details that are still real are rebelling in my restless soul! As we gradually prepare for the space shortage on our own, Nirvana-Nothing is getting pregnant! The idea of perfection in vain settles in health-manic, unruly heads, instead of finally reconciling with oneself!
 
As a powerful vaccine, emotional indifference affects emotions! Survivor dread is getting harder to unravel from an accident of annihilation! In the intoxication of truth, Man often wounds on his own! The only remedy among the breathing living is the death of the Deed, to which perhaps everyone is watching; In the water of Life, a truth-needle and an anchor are needed at the same time! Every career is a bit of a loaded weapon clenched to our temple! Uninitiated reconciliation with the inevitable is impossible! In the tin cloak of shadows, massive, shipwrecked despair collapses!
 
Like a waving spider thread, crypt-faces snuggle in the curves of depths! Exacerbated wrinkles on the faces moved, sad grooves! Water washes — galloping with everyday burdens is getting harder to make friends with! With cowardly rabbit-souls like Updike heroes, many people ask in the air because they can’t do anything else! "I would learn to make friends again, but many times I would push the landscape out of my sight;" I ***** between red stigma spots like an astronaut fired at aimlessness! I roar around me in concentric circles; one hundred kilos of human bullets! My childhood is ridiculously ridiculed many times.

Deer eyes glistening richly with mirad stars shine in my eyes: possible and impossible! As treasures, I keep even happier memories of a miserable, sad Being and rippled waves of tears like restless waterfalls flowing into Nirvana-nothing! Growing above our heads every whole day, but also in pieces, we cross our borders and limitations! In slow-moving universe kisses, how long can you keep Faithful Love, which cannot slam the gates of the open Spirit and betray you in ambush?!
 
We can see our selfish fears in unison and maybe even overcome them! Even our unwashed shirts are all drowning in sobs! A four-day mustache bribes me first to leave, then it stings hell-prickly! Missing scissors are straining his breathing throat and he is having a silent debate with his continuing Existence! Why is superstition of the superstitious Kisses of the Universe lacking in Human Faithfulness?!
 
Body s Soul is not always united in the same dimension! A disembodied crypt-like face stares back at me from the loneliness of cracked mirrors: interrogates and asks! "Why didn't you do everything for your secure relationships, and why did you miss so many worthy opportunities to be sure to fill out for someone?!"

- A wave of movement rocking even in the eyes of superstitious stars; movements are fragmented by the rock! In a falling motion, only suicides can still be vigilant! In horizontal silence, the Eye caresses vertical gazes! “Everyone is disappointed in their youthful cry that they barely tried to stay children

A hot threat sizzles between the volcanic thighs of an exotically censored lady! Immediate and immortal annihilation in wasteland, like the superstitious formula of the Universe that everyone is already curious about! In a humiliating, apocalyptic failure to the ground, the beating heart forces itself into chess games! You will become a traitor if you try to believe in style - pretty, human phenomena! We explode into ourselves when we have to deliberately endure the pitfalls of failure!
 
The onion-dark shells of human personalities may not be allowed to be peeled by anyone other than the one we truly love so as not to be hurt; we have learned an eternal idea from the sincere pearls of tears, and a mischievous-grimacing little man lives with us in the depths of the onion peel soul! Even without rebellion, we can rarely fit into the creative-wanting community! Ingenuity and cunning purpose is rarely if it fits into our honor!
 
It would be good to step out of every curve mirror and accept that Reality is also a certain form of Appearance! Betrayals will encourage truths to dust off; the awe-inspiring shadow of Being is a motos-well in the depths of complex souls! As an orphaned antenna, the Child can only lonely, abandoned in our beating hearts: even a few can understand his unknown-familiar word!
 
A cherished swamp of a chubby face-case, if you are tense you can't make friends, build new relationships as much as you want! Our familiar fingers stroke through the year-rings of our memories and cut off our unnecessary remnants! "In our life, dripping killer nails are cynically pricked, waking you up!"