I would like to jump over my own shadow so that not only can I follow you as a faithful friend, but also have the courage to reconcile with the childish part of my being; there are never-ever, simplified rules for shadowlessness! As a newborn with vigilant interest, it would be good to look around lean indeed; how many times has sober hope bypassed our conscious presence? Always just promising impartiality in return! Maybe the magic of the rose-fingered dawn isn't enough to ignite the Soul?! And yet many would do better to cling to the hypocrisy of their dreams while rejoicing in the new ideas of discovery!
 
Even at the zero level of lust for action proves who was booked as a scapegoat! Is the American idea of life already a sinful pleasure? Every **** can be a landslide, and the never-faith phlegmatism of a careerist will! This is how the only career silhouette floats before our eyes: trampling even those who can! He who accepts the life of the envelope deliberately cuts a tree under himself and lets go of his dreams! He reluctantly jumps into a self-created abyss! - The naive couples of chocolate jumping into nymphic wells one after the other will imagine that the big world is built for them alone: childish fall again and again!
 
There may be a relentless little chance of a normally agreed life today! As a mad machinist, we are being chased into a haven of demanding suicides who have been called cowards! Already every enchanting look is a chessboard pattern: it changes your face according to serviceable cheat interests! - The cubes have long been rotating; an insidious flirtation with a perfect haze is still listening, waiting to strike.

Wrap up in the thought of everyday departure! You may know: shelter is rare if you can provide you with posterity! Your sinful city will not allow a rightful liberation where you could never have been truly free! Your usual commentary and platinum-fattened text is always laughed at by light-hearted lazy worms! V.I.P.-volunteer parties are holding themselves with a chick-catcher, scout-commando on the shore of Lake Balaton duck swimmer! "You were a cowardly pull that you took the initiative in your life and you could hardly notice that they wanted to speak to you!"
 
With your face you grimace a constant boyish sadness and play arbitrarily, because your existence is still an entrenched escape! Only a few affordable, wandering phones can connect you to this ****** outside world right now! Your support can only be childish repentance now; while you, as members of your family, will slowly, bitterly become bitter! In his perfect nihiled years, however, you would have done better if you were squeezing the ducks of your immortal Beloved! The freedom of the thinker in the atrium of a gendarmerie perth has long since expired!
 
Even diva-vampires don't taste cup-glasses, they just pick them up and squeal them! After the surprise, the season of the landing branch can always come! In his own way, everyone is already teeming with selfish catastrophes of intoxication; barely picked up annual figures fall out one after another! Party service runs everywhere, but if they don’t bloom Judas ’money freezes soon! "Overnight promises of steaming bodies will soon be demanded by muscle gorillas!" The self-infection of party-swallowing parties is so total-complete.

Because in all the insidious cases, it is a home-based canteen of soul-killing, mind-boggling, headache cats! Ordinary alcohol - s gossip clouds billowing at jaccudzi parties filling the court fools! The dog-flash game of dog comedies is followed by more and more popular fun! The vulnerable man is already prostituting himself! There is also a shadow over the ****** ***** gates of the Universe; diligent *** fleas fatten greedy greedy and insatiable elephants!
 
Lurking-polite idle boys can always stay on the go! he jerks into an unspeakable deep stack who wakes up to a sobering daze without the love of Loyalty! Ordas-whimsical merriment-pleasures are combined with incredible creativity! - The legitimate V.I.P. sense of life is concreted into the public consciousness as an unbreakable shell! Appearance The shores of America are still moving further and further away from a hundred-year lag prospect! They perform a complete power outage in tangled brains! The whole ruction always starts with a selfish leech attachment!
 
Can everyone just become a cheap toy in the hands of bad guys?! Slave-fought billion-dollar ******* dives play with each other as uninitiated silk chipendale boys! Their player veins are getting hotter and more unquenchable! Wild cats rattling on command and ringing their chains can easily become tamed kittens! In their Haddelhadd memories you can hardly find anyone who could show understanding empathy for little boy sadness! - The kneaded addict does not voluntarily consume performance-enhancing steroids; in stripped-down animalized instincts it is becoming increasingly difficult to find the True and Sincere happiness of this tiny existence

Carat-deep heat destroys contagious; whistling in the trenches of empty playgrounds and a weedy woman Instead of cheerfully cheering, rich child-thugs, vulnerability teaches each other to survive! There is already a feeling of hostility in a state of consciousness, hidden in conscious uncertainty! We are all standing in a whirlwind lane and we are either ******* or doing enough tricks! We study grimacing faces at the edges of skulls! Today, Hon is still a caressing dream of a waiter, a seeming America, where cheap inflationary forints are also gaining power!
 
The limbs, which have been severely plasticized, turn into syrups with an expired warranty, and nowhere to get the words of sincere-friendly gestures! This current ***** misery is appetizing; you can't help bear no one's suffering anymore! Sunlit solarium faces glide into a melting target on the donkey ladder of envy; the rusty arrow trembles in vulnerable hearts! This current swimming pool looks like a huge, gaping pit in Kettle-Country! - Among ******* demigods and goddesses freaking in bikinis, what can skinny meatball boys do?!
 
The traditional feeling of life also smells of cooking oil, and you have no idea that the compromising details will remain unfaithful in themselves! An unmistakable hallmark is the scent of every busy worker! How much new oriental culture and obscene ******* will the tolerant of the party and festival ether! "Prophets can therefore cultivate on paper the traditions of standing in the wilderness!" "You can only know the original sin, but for me it is enough for a whole pathetic life!" You had plenty of time to get *****! The question is: How do you want to look cleaner again?!

I feel like it's my turn, and it's forced to the limits! Stupidity as an apocalyptic seasickness on the cheap canned canvases of raging shows! Why can everyone just be trained for objective observation?! Like a forgotten piece of stone here, we are swirling towards the vortex on the ladder of our vulnerability with helpless hands! As an arbitrary passenger stranger, I lay silent in the depths of teary eyes, in the last soft handshakes there could have been something humanly valuable worth waiting for liquidation!
 
Single-split rails, even steel ropes, become ideal suicide resting places! Stigma wounds can still only throb in the depths of my hidden heart! As a denier, I have already languished in ongoing casting auditions! Left behind by their nickname I have always had a harder time prospering! In grotesque hierarchies set on tops, even the foundations can be intentionally damaged! And he who grew up in the hinterland because of his selfish fears cannot open up to more renewable opportunities! Deterioration is already reported daily by some current Celeb couriers! The guaranteed, promised Quality idiot begins to perish as an effect; they can bark in the ancient Nihil they bezzeg!
 
Jaccudzis, Dolce's sense of controversy is overwhelmed by bomber-bikini fairies, while the omniscient intellect is churning in chewing gum instead of their hazel-sized little brains! The last zac era has been knocking on the door for a long time! Who doesn't think about it, the very first hairline crack ran through them: now we should only toast to silent prophets: "Be vigilant!" - Possibilities and touches are a bachanal madness, a small-style human essence that can be played between interests

The order of power has long been established in the world! The One should have been protected from the dangers lurking in it; in the depths of his soul he is still quite stubborn, defenseless! As an exposed, orphaned child, all his pathetic pain was already felt inside: the stigma slogans of serial humiliations, terrorsita threats, as well as the permission of the majority to be ******! His dream sediment, his filthy gossip, would keep him awake, and yet he would always wake him up!
 
Troubled forgetful killer-accomplices also betrayed their Comrade Loyalty, and in the crossfire of trusting gazes there was always a series of body anxiety and self-confidence shrinkage! The same hardly forgettable complicity can be found in joke-telling; there is also a festive, ceremonial intimacy among the humiliating beatings, and with their sacrifices bleeding during murderous-joking awakenings, they grinned on their lips with a hyena grin on their lips! "I'll change my little fingers three times before I cling to them!" I would still be stuck in a chubby wall stuck in a mousetrap if I left it still!
 
The touching series of chatter-stumbles is repeated several times a day; my little track bothering is already pathetically disappointing at the same time! Where do they have preservable, eternal Friendships who could once be counted on?! Selfish error rates have already skyrocketed! It is still easier to smile on the side of all-time superiority than to make suggestions for changes! - You can consciously suspect traps who are seduced by the underworldly smell of gigs: nowhere's whims can be defended even more easily if the methods provided are taught! Someone upstairs is still having a great time…

Effortless tevelusta Man is true, but full of total fears! In his rain cloud eyes, all the collected Pearls of Truth are full of pain! On a child-adult left-handed estate who coughs forever, even himself is a gentle little track! Hissing is a heat bulge if it needs to be taken seriously and you can't get anything! Name-no wills the power of the law can no longer help! You are always forced to flatten, but rarely enjoy the silence of harmony! The truths of proud ladies of messianic extent should be sworn in! Systematic fatigue is already happening in Life!
 
Friendly guardianship can be enjoyed in supreme maternal lap by the prodigal flatteners in puffed silence; the backwind can hardly be! Who could push further - this time they have been resting underground for a long time! His brain, accustomed to determined abstinence, still understands and tolerates the grievances of sins well. The cacti formula of our conditions adds up many times over! The minute people of the Celeb Jerks hidden into tomorrow will slap you soberly! The bad System soon collapses tomorrow; it's worth nothing to save you from it!
 
From thinkers pushed back into an ivory tower, columns lurking for prey are swirling! - You can hardly want to level off in the killer-phlegm tones of alparity these days! Immersed at the bottom of sensationalist-haired multitudes, they try to dive into the side of the Pythianite Papuan Genes, a silicone miracle of their Angels! "You can no longer believe in the immortal love of the Universe!" Who keeps the correctness of ancient cones for themselves until the nails are torn, they are also afraid of the possibilities of change!
 
My thoughts may still keep the suspicion abundantly awake, who who intentionally curled the strands of my hair may have wanted a camp of raging idiots for themselves! End-length I don’t have a cane run for prosperity continues: A welfare consumer society also produces its own free-selling bull-dog