To answer your waterfowl lines Sweetheart: I have emptied myself, and as a cone wrapped myself in my self-conscious Sififus jealousy, I know that small-minded Germans demand free, rabid abusers, only gentle, humble hearts. Tearful Owl-Tobias, Little Boy-Molasses Sinking Into Tears

to their liking and cheerfulness I ordered clown figures in my person. "You know, I'm sorry for every moment, fluttering, volcano-flirting that you've been blown away enough by me as a light-hearted princess: comforting prayers and the footsteps of your eternal lovers." Your kind-hearted deer-eyes, ha

of your flesh your being is preserved from immortal loftiness! Because if you cherished the immortal kisses of your eternal soul as a budding, fiery lily of the valley, your sins could be reckoned from death to inhibition: That you called your home the protective trenches of my oak-shoulder, and when you should

and the blazing peaks of our burgeoning soul, which I thought I would go through, perhaps with a common, immortal will, all of you preached: Our fire-thrusts exploded, - For my soul's sake, as redeemed treachery: Hundreds and thousands of anxious cries and psalms all around me, yelping, moaning

About the cosmos infertility, the charms of your brown eyes. "But now my conscience is only roasting, quarreling, swearing with myself - humiliating myself to wretchedness, humiliated to the yellow earth: Why did you change the perfect moment for the Guaranteed Wonder when you chose your fragile flaming faith to give up as a whitewashed character, do you throw in recyclable waste?

You have to stay inside, strive for the right. Turning to ourselves, we still need to know, believe, and hope: Deliberately conceal the hidden sufferings and secrets of humans to more vulnerable souls who, with understanding, can go on another string. Over the years, striped Adam costumes have been covered with a bunch of hair bundles, and the Heart is throbbing confidently and discreetly among the gray strands that hide here and there!

- Inside ourselves as a groping mole, like under the extended hats of vulnerable hedgehogs and mushrooms, in search of nourishing insect-arthropod delicacies! All will! It binds to itself like hardened concrete, wounds like velvet stubble,

- we feel crushed, sized and broken under the weight of responsibility, broomstick eyelashes, a wardrobe of barbed wire: Watching hands beg for unbelievable opportunities!

- Yourself Faith: Yourself Existence Or Or Breathe Like A Natural Formation From The Harmonic Crossing Of Biologies - It's never too late to find it again! You must not lose - inside your broken pots - if you can rebuild, even in the last line of battle, to go forward against the savage, squeaky hatching of bullets, but with the ignorant herds of sheep not raised, but in cover, even by outlaws !

The Great Bottle: A Reflection of Our Conscience Often - It Happens To Be Blooded, Often Rips: We Can Leave Our Adam Costume - Believes The Equalized Equation Of Our Birth, Crisp On Our Bones, And Tense: Our Weakness Concentrates! We are silent, incorruptible Ancient nature will not have mercy now - we are stumbling across the thorns of vulnerable human taunts - and Man, if done well

not only will the memory of his earthly life be merciful to him, but his creative charisma can be realized under the creative hands!

As self-restraining as I am, I deliberately withhold the Niagara Falls of social confrontation as the angular silence intended for atonement, while bleeding alive in human organs and dying! With stubborn impatience and a crooked mood, I am always on the cusp of deciphering my own mood, and obediently waiting for patience to liberate me once more!

"My ribs are crumbling, worn over wormwood, and overwhelmed with worried hearts, and trembling - through my skin as useful, careless knots of thorns - to at least keep my conscience clean, healthy, and undisturbed! - My dazzling happiness is better, fuller, and I have forgotten the greater half of my steaming eyes, and my cherished inwardness, my overly insubstantial secrets I have no way to reveal!

- I will always be tricky and self-pitying on a self-pitying digestive digger, like a full-bodied barefoot old woman, - hardly any tangible evidence! Like the inexhaustible vulnerability, the breakable vulnerability is creeping in and I am cluttering myself - erroneous, stumbling blocks of my journey - meek-master bricklayer - and if my soul-producing concrete is a gravel-nectar I run out of space. s must be plenty! Little boy hurt, eternally teary-eyed ***

- Tell me when you want to grow up? You have to end your limitless self - you know it - you should realize it!
Because in your own need of completeness you can only go on - if you choose a heart mate who can endure for you.

Locked in the prison jail for four days of eternity, like a slowly sloughing, wailing wound, I was healing as I teared myself inside - the swaying light above my hallway, the shimmering light of the night, was not shivering! Couldn't have helped: I couldn't have believed that I would wake up again the next day, endlessly imprisoned, as a convict!

- Green-carpeted aluminum leather floors have convinced me: Here even the doomed are naturally yelling and screaming: Maybe when I get up and out of the small micro-henna, the universal feeling of human sympathy - and let the wounded hearts rest and be satisfied! - Stretched, strap-on to prevent debilitating bone in cats

grid like that executed - I protested stubbornly and stiffly - and was forced to scrape it with crumbs, mashed potatoes as well! "Perhaps the only refuge if one does not want to starve to death - and in the immortalization of Time until the morning, scientists decided, like a playful chessboard, of the fate of figures: Let's fall on the bed!" ,, In the operating room with him! Or let's have some more rest! ” - Four long

and after a day of suffering, I was able to get a red-blue overalls-blazer in my leg, which had proliferated in my legs, and as a fugitive astronaut in my parents' arms, I somehow stumbled out of the **** building! handcuffs from ******* beds to temporary and temporary luggage.

All this happened in those four days when the angels were ringing in the air and messaging for Christmas! Dream waiting just didn't come night! And the sadder was the unforgettable expectation that, with the hope of dawn, when even the wheel of luck could turn, I could hardly rush upon the found, lost miracles: my right foot was all laid in a plaster coffin, not a heavy hangman's tortoise, captivity trap preserved for mortality

My dad stands in the net of uncertainty, looks down like a long-lived, experienced and timed man, dare to face his young face with a werewolf - my father is entangled in the net of uncertainty:

I see the ramparts of rich heights of porthole, their trembling, gray hedges, and teach with a stubborn mood the eternally unbridled, natural lesson: "Do not give yourself!" - The dogs' chorus of chants yell in the roaring sounds of the street - that I flee and bounce back in a panel vack unless I see them! Bloods are laughing freely, as executioners, as four-footed perils! - My dad's not fine! Asthmatic seizures, hurricane oxygen deficiencies stifle your bushy lungs with suffocation! The doctors liked to try their patience with the patience of the patient, as a kind-hearted prisoner!

The crouching back of the humpback mountains - across the horizon, even a bouncing whip: Lightning-knife zigzag, female twilight wheat kisses the sun's rays. Tomorrow, there will be new trials: Either you bow as an obedient willor, or you will stand as a convicted man, to play with you cheaply and as a rag!

Carefully, there is an ore-ring from the depths of the valley captivity - My father is trapped in a web of insecurity, has become more and more difficult to move, and has a well-developed but still zingara body. No calling, no gesture, just long throats, grumbling sound tapes - With the final countdown begun at Man's birth, he borrows to death! Maybe my dad is bitter, slowly, and like the raw lemon

I'm tired already! All compromising toplessness became meaningless, it came from my self-pity, a sudden weakness — loads of burdens on my shoulders, the solving of which I could hardly accomplish alone. My paths are narrowing at ever-narrower, lost corners - all connections are made from the solid ground of my slipped soles: I'm entering into the convicted bribery of little men! -

All I could dream of as a child in myself: Concentrated circles on a widening horizon, the self-indulgent hunger of little boys, the impotent, strangling loneliness and the throbbing pumping of my pulsating horn-heart doomed to internal fertility - I was left out on my stomach! - Observing desperate horde stars,

the whispering whisper of whispering amongst one another, the lips' intoxicating cry, the deepening, trembling sigh, the rippling of the sea are mine! Now, though I am empowering my treasures at the bottom of my soul, I have remained compassionately trained in cowardice, who has been shattered by many, many years, and once again remained carefree, restless, demanding, and hungry!

And I can only fold it towards myself, a pathetic question: Is it worth it? And was it a pity? How have I secured the eternal and immortal secrets of my heart, as sacred fruits of transience, to coquettish exploiters? "What I can keep are just precious, rich details - small-style."

the wooden dolls of my sealing, immortalized fonts on false paper! What crumbles like cement towers, when it comes to finite decay, it breaks down like tiny fragrant molecules of flower seeds. I should answer as a secret remorse every night to myself: It's worth it! - Feeling the omnipotence of glances in my heart-pits - and in the eyes of the deer I might discover the Almighty Peace - which I had already missed

Move Straight Forward Like Once In Mathematical Captivity: The Shortest Distance Between Two Points is Straight - not for sure Target, but even more secretly, and therefore silent Unknown - for the sake of hot job interviews, drizzle craps between your job interviews! In the meantime, who can stay with me? A charming look at a fevered ****, a cheap garment tossed in weight of pearls, the only supportive handshake that always has to go with my head on long journeys

I must gather some more power! Despair, like a defiance beside me, the whispering of screaming owls, the inward darkening of the city around me, locked in the solitude of stars - He, the stretched-out, halo-star, the glowing celestial bodies turn to you: How? How can I continue my unfinished life, my missed Presence, according to earthly guidance? - I never played a

a great hero - because I didn't like just slipping into the alleyways of corners like the humble ones. If I am not careful, I am afraid that they will become cold and lame, and that the hardened and still truncated tree will be the years of rampant life - the annoying life of a poor man! S indeed! You can fly freely in the siege of the heavens as a confident Icarus

who is already a man according to our Attila - who does not hold his proud hand in his hand: neither money, lady, nor power? Who can only be lifted out of mud, because he is dew-weak and hesitant in his will to make fateful decisions? Whose flesh is glad to be shared by mocking jackals, Anubisean hyenas, and vultures have outgrown their soul-searching eyes - and who has a pair of unshaven kisses and mothers' care?

Homes like bombed, stateless beetle nests, clouds of cotton candy, - The ****** twilight's callous, cautionary voice would have to go home: The Dark is threatening, the secret whisperer! There's still room to get home - at least for now! The landscape alone, guarded, protected, and standing - with unshakable will, raised in armor like a glorious relic, is robbed of its natural plunder.

An unknown, alien face to you is still on the panel island - tiled carpet, and as a special piece of art in ladies ears I was able to freely congratulate the wishes of my congratulations, beautiful acts! Now it was just the gassed, grizzly destruction: outside, there were unpopulated pampa grasses, alfalfa waiting for long-lasting mowing. The passion for the day's knife has faded! "Man has always been a mini-Taigatos, like a lonely one-man."

the struggle for existence had been diligently exercising her birth-fragile capillaries. An exploratory curiosity about the captivity of longing, comforting mother's lap. - Only the priceless evocation of memories remains with me: the seductive scent of flirtations, the bombshell gaze's silent and blazing body, the cry of lips, tongues

the extinction of a glowing bully in the atomic bomb moments of passions! - You can only keep it as a mini-tyrant in your all-knowing and storeroom consciousness, with a sufficiently arbitrarily captive past; This is your home, your untouchable, earthly paradise! - Great

the blazing cauldrons of injustice will boil over you if you hold your head up to the point of innocence quickly: You don't have a heavenly smile with your loyalty, keeping morals - your dreams can only be hanging on,

stubborn, self-reassuring Prometheusian renewal, - smiling faces around you; a set of towering viper nests - your being is constantly twisting. And only your heart can beat! Perhaps pointless and increasingly futile? Suicide's lighthearted, hotheaded and irresponsible intention to bring even to life a deadly plague for their incomprehensible death

Today, it is crippled with all its nerve strands, and the Man as the official heir to the throne of the evolutionary chain is weaving into itself; Who can still be alive and the victim in the grinding mill wheels of weekdays? With his scary, huge injection needles, he wounds every day like a wounded Sun - punching my face for a long time or tram in a bar-leaning shop. ***** stings, teasing spits and howling blood

stools drowned in themselves as addicted to themselves as the ultimate hopeless: expelled from their homes! But the Hearts, the proudly lion-drawn Hearts, the clean, unclean, spotless consciences: Cared for and well-kept spiritual gardens, still flutter. - Century is powerful, indomitable

crocodile-willed wake-up Jancies, diva-matrons, fleshy cups - they are leaning over flesh pots for fat snacks. On the ground, the main editors dig traps, hard-pressed piles -

there is nowhere to flee the stoic masses of despised manuscripts - There could only be at last a sounding, cymbalized human word, Chairs and sermons without preaching on Goodness, Truth, Morals, that we are one-hearted in our humanity, and we are no longer strangers!

Those who help with self-will, and with unbridled compassion, hold upon us the easy mercy of their alms. Has the development of the world begun with modern means of mass communication? Are the long-awaited fortune-tellers of immortal castles in theaters, theaters - thunderstorms - still lit?

- That's how they live downstairs: The one who swallows a lot of food is fine and spends on himself. Anyone who helps will be deliberately oblivious - the anti-horror of cultural ignorance infects everyone! "Now the world is pitifully petty and hateful." Luck dancing on the hands of pecking-down little kings, luck and honor or humanity may no longer have a shelter here - because a exploitable, grabbing marionette puppet in the delicate hands of the Man's Boys is stuck in the air of job interviews:

The gorillas gnawing at them, like the Adonis on the mallard kittens, giggled, "Mobile phone! Buy artificial nails! " - That's left! "No longer need immortal confessions on the dragon pillars of wounded-hearted sunsets, nor any universe-lovers." - no brainwashing stupid - Morals! The power of human hearts, understanding on earth, Peace in your hearts! Between the Aggastyan Mountains I stretch my bow like a bow and whisper my voice!

Are modern, human-made transformers dominating the swampy, algae tabloid media and the fact that such a cultural show is for the masses of brainwashed mortals ?! The restored mass-man has once again claimed the right to himself to wean his happier few. To hear the rhythmic clatter of desire telegraphs for a long time: "Money, profit here! Do you hear? Whoever is already a prisoner can rarely be out there! ”

The accomplished, ugly time on the engravings of the engraved faces of unrecognizable stigma; In the midst of the moonworms of the moonworms, unsuspecting mothers give birth to their hopes for a better life. If an echoing cave could be a melancholy heart, it could reveal many secrets. With the cheap promises of our handshakes, everyone is trying to lay it out at the table for the honeymooners themselves.

Many of them are already smelling the rotting, spotty afterlife cover of their camouflage. Who got lost in the mud to this world of dragons being forced to get along or even cry for himself! Our destiny: a busted, bustling leaf on an open engraving. - Everyone walks into conscious oblivion; sooner or later the memory will whirl up.

Inward, shaky, dazzling comet-light cuts through from one soul-stop to another, because it knows and feels the same curvature. Her fame and deliberate exhibitionist indifference infect her and produce yet another chaotic theory. Even very few can be admitted to our inner onion shells!

Then there were the scarred scarecrows, the wolves with their cheekbones - like a bunch of cubs, I'll tell you now! Thirst for revenge on indigestible ants, tortures for animals. There were defamation, unremitting, stinging rib-like fractures in the moral mud, and screams of mercy begging from far away in a scented school toilet!

And then there were satisfied sleeping tales that, "Well, everything will be fine!" And "Don't be afraid!" - and, with grudging fist-right and killer-eyes, we all became emigrants within our own morals: we adhered to our principles! There was little satisfaction, holy vow against the siserehada of bone-breaking slaps: We'll show you! And a lot of ugly beats have fallen on us like a bombshell! - Thick wires between our nerve strings burst with urges, in a harrowing, violent pace: "If you stay inside school, you're sure to end! Die! "
- And there was no mistaken sentiment that he was conceived in hell every day in the midst of deliberate ordnance and mockery; and the adult incomprehension has proliferated like the wacky **** in the other hemispheres! How did it become then?

Without the secret, well-meaning human-faced angels, I would smell it myself today and wouldn't give it a gift! I won non-violent, eternally infectious wounds during duels: the tears of my face were contaminated by so many nasty spit! And every single day, if given that I could survive, I could run in laziness, and with asymmetric obsession, as a beachless pursuer:

An uninhabited wound that craves understanding and shelter! Yet how unfulfilled is the tide of prayer for the deaf, the last rock of cooperative humanism ?!

Waiting… The victim of this crouching animal, his juicy ***** trophy, is looking for his victim when he is about to attack. My Room Island is orphaned, I am exploring the causes of the Universe and possible answers! A clumsy, overly curious knock on my faded window, and now, like a buzzing condemnation circle above my head! "I was hurrying over his protective arms, gently letting go of the swan's silk skin," with insane patience and secret blind faith. With stupid naivety, I had to believe that I still have time. Happy to crouch,

I was able to escape in the city which became ruin and which was deserted. I lay in my bed in the depths of hugging mattresses, cuddling pillows and gradually stuffed my head like suicides on a long journey that is sure to be no return! I wanted a home-made, loving heart that was fluttering

in the storms, the calmly waving ark of the One, who convinced himself of the ugly truth - He was the True: I would have demanded the loyalty of kisses as a true right - the tears of the dew are borne daily!

Every day I feel closer and closer to the suffocating Anti-grip: I can hardly see anyone coming; who shakes, who goes out - bun with tulips wreaths ***** girl's heart is already purring in her husband's chest! - Deer-eyed, ***'s vulnerability caught me and didn't let me down like a child painted with a twilight

I cried for his lips: I was writhing in self-pity, and the ghenna-spines of incomprehension daily damaged my soul! - With the smothering of stars stifling the night! A ******* male overlooks the dream-like landscape, still waiting for the meaning of foolish fried pigeons. - Be aware that the Holiness of the True Word is an obligation to advertise

Like a pounding wasp - a hubbub of hate is nestled in the apathetic heart of people! Too many people have listened to the siege of preaching sermons, which have begun to grow into obscurity! Hyena-******, black-skinned tenants and muscle-meat-**** ******! Starling clouds roar in a desperate mess in the dying Presence! Even those who initially proclaimed unity and demanded accountability at all levels are contemplating endless retaliation; both the accomplice and the jackal-speaking siheder will forget their intentional actions!

Like the drunk who whipped the whiskey s tequilla butters bottles dropping his brown stools into the phone booths - we're moving into the gaping Theiresian Gorge! Their human dignity is being replaced by people all at once! They have crunchy bones of stripped human flesh; will become dust as a witness only! It might be worth all the empathetic-tolerant thoughts to finally work with One Will! The male pillar and the silk-boy businessman lay down in a sneaky handshake!

All hateful Satan's eyes are eternal: the future should change! - In a place like cowards, unable to compromise, we are still touring in the heart of old Europe for many, many years! There was only a momentary, airborne rescue idea left: dressing in circus binoculars with holey, rolling promises would have to be done because the loss should always be beautified!

Even after the mass psychosis of unanimously proclaimed mono-bookkeeping and stadium-building, it was not enough for plaster to cry on the snow-capped walls of life-saving public hospitals and nurseries, to swell in tears of crushed wings! "And while the past may be decisive and at the same time, the present is increasingly lying, false."

Hateful, liar-like, ***-licking oligarchs lick each other as a war of delicate pinch dogs. They fill their personalized colors with stories written in selfish ways, and Paul's great reversal will take place again. But there would be quite a few nice and admonishing examples on the sacred altar of corruption: Can't you really feel overwhelmed by the fact that you have been sacrificed for their petty career greed ?!

They have become intentional ******* juveniles for sale; a miniature community that has finally come out of a small Europe is calling for stalled industrial and technological development. And the hunger ticket is still cool if any of us decided to go shopping. In the upcoming circus, the despot porcelain master has already presented his latest vision. There is no interference, no open resistance. You can easily jump on the promised million dollar bonus!

Just no rush, and most of all, no reckless, frenzy! If many believe the cheat-negation promises of non-existent jobs and jobs: Who knows ?! "Exposed, theatrical, rope-like, we can even hear plenty more about the fierce struggles of parallel legends ..."

Here I had to see the flowering of painted fake smiles. On the altar of false deceitful preaching, word-magic, word-karate, deceived by faith, virgins can still sit down: the once-brutal veins escaped the guilty condemnation of squandering. Yawning, wrenching darkness yawns in the heart of a wounded Golgotha, and no one knows for a long time who is hesitant, stumbling behind you, friend or foe!

Our living skin, afraid of the warmth of our home, could no longer move back to the other, happier self. Getting through the pit field of logically constructed and then authentically played lies is increasingly difficult. The world-lost shadows of the survivors should silently call out the secret Morse signs of reality!

In the celeb-haired, greedy-puffed-up era of the rebuilt Atlantis, a handful of unabashed ivory-brained intellectuals, a benevolent but crazy companion of cultured people, feel confined. They also break down the compassion of the teardrop crystals into their tiny crystal grains, if they want to prove the redeeming contemporary culture accessible to everyone.


genuine human empathy tolerance. In the botoxic, collagenized garden of exotic flower beauties, the exact borders of childhood have long been washed away. - The answer to the question sounds echoed at once, like a stupid joke, word magic: yet the game promises a level playing field and its enforced, ultra-chess mat-chess ultimatum. Some people are practicing balance while others are intentionally losing balance!

It only cherishes laughter and keeps the eye! A good-hearted, heart-wrenching naughty laugh! The prayers of sorrow, beads of treasure trapped in the humility, are kept closed by the bleeding soul, and we are consciously afraid to show our vulnerability to our loved ones! The grimy heartbreak is hidden in the brilliant, dark skies; in a moldy coat sings a shadow behind us! There is less and less responsibility in our dazed world!

As a vulnerable locust body, blood is leaking from me, something that is conscious, instinctively afraid of everything I feel and want to believe! Doubt and despair keep hugging and sharing! In the digestion of my little boy's anxiety, in the robe of stolen laughter, I tend to cry deliberately! - Layers of polluting the unknown, dumb Future are gradually loading on me!

The ordered biology of my body is threatened with a clicking, timed death! "Well-aware, your charming, insidious superiority has long been a shortage of me: it would be a good idea for myself to scrape the ruins of bravery to enable me to remain an unknown being and to remain human!" ***** bargains and betrayals in the boiling tongue of boiling tongues, which is already a debt of secured career promotions! The stinging stench of deceit seems to be embodied in self-serving interests; fierce, poisonous vultures with murderous-grin The poignant wandering war of hyenas is playable naive!

Foolishness of my disadvantages! When will we be able to re-learn human selfless laws so that we can see the essence on the plaster of superficial things ?!

We cherish the cryptic bodies in eternal twilight for the coming times! Our mortality falls on the bottom of the Nirvana wells as split onion shells! Blind Neapolitan weaves a silent judgment and bleeds us as ****** beasts, the faithful! Fascinated by dark-skinned celebs, greedy career and fame-hunting have been hailed as the downy-dreamy luxury of sofas! - Cracked, bleeding Twilight lips will always hurt with aching stigma-wound: Horde-fist tacos lesson!

And there are always secretly complimenting, beautiful art-words for immortal lovers! He dreams of suicide scissors in the live-guardian and looks at the Big Unknown Book of Fate curiously; why is it that the slightest scream is already frozen to death when you awaken the Dear with the rose-toothed dawn with its purple wings enclosed in light circles ?! "Everybody will walk through the surface of the curved mirrors once to see their sincere character!" Your body, like a gentle blossom, collapses like a silk fan!

In and of itself, we need to preserve the immortal childhood magic of rainbow crystals! With enormous tentacles, conscious fear embraces you, as uncertainty moves in and out of a circled death circle! Tomorrow I will wake up again tomorrow and listen to the turbulent surges in the purple cavities of my body!

Because he can do nothing else: in the eternal escape cycle, the vulnerable man is moving forward as an ant! The Mobius Ladder Tape is deliberately bypassed or chewed! It looks like a posterior, repulsive, degeneration blur if we detect something from our superficial world without the sight of the eyes of a researcher! The spring of the ghosts of the ghostly moon settling upon us, the silent night shadows staring upon us in the velvet of our nights!

It would be good to believe that the hearts of our modern, despondent children are not yet mocked by a dream; it might seem like a cosmic eviction order if "some" are deprived of eternal player curiosity! Because one who is already involved in a pre-planned act may not yet be able to credibly play the role of an importer; the building night cannot be surrounded by anything other than a dark-skinned underworld! Cool restlessness over it: the perceptible Universe is enriched with a special pitch-compound!

In a web of lies lies a sneaky breed; deceptive, radiant lights falling in dying, pale moonlight! The flaming, human soul will also become a fugitive Nivive! As a ringing burglar chain, all of us click on the locked, locked iron-clasp locking heart! "The Uncertain Future is already a silent, outcast wolf-examination with conscious despair!" In the cold arctic cold space, only the vulnerable can remain sober, pure, silent!

In the pearls of sincerity that open the cloud-folds of the eyes, the immortality of that moment trembles!

Like when a human face is a whimsical, duelist, feudal hurt because he has to bear a vain spit in a responsible manner - he should be engrossed in humanity and morality, penetrating to the heart of something of great importance. To examine and observe how the material of acceptance of new lovable, unknown love leaks into the inner personality as one of its possible alternatives.

It is secretly embedded, spiced up with a bit of gossip, imposing a profound Calvary of our daily lives. Can honest evidence be used to take evidence or DNA samples ?! From the distorted romance of grimaceous faces, is it possible to notice a sense of contagious nervousness that is almost consciously striving to make a difference?

Between monotonous thrusts and purposeful throbbing, it would be good to have something that grabs and obeys deceptive morals, pseudo-morals. With ultra-violet X-rays, it would be nice to observe the nirvana-lethargy lurking behind Kharübdist, who found happiness behind him.

From the Heavenly Smiles that always send to somebody else's whitish flower petals, it would be good to filter the ability of deep-felt, complex vision; which does not condemn hastily, but always accepts, understands, comforts the other selfish Golgotha ​​in troubles with prudent purpose! - From the glittering luxuries, the needy cult man, the prophetic hermit, will gradually dream of himself! Embodied ideals nowadays have smilies and artificial plasticized practices!

The mill of the indoor world grinds, gently and mercilessly, in tearing silence. How long do your cardiovascular keys have with clapping diligence? Why, in the exodus of creation, do mortals not have a say in the right to glimpse ?! - In countdown standby, arrhythmic echo disturbances, then encrypted Morse signals, line up to stop the entire rotating circulation and stop with bomb-roaring chatter.

Your grotesque grimaceous mirrors mock you all; you can't leak into the stupid soul and see that you are guaranteed to love yourself! Who can handle your stuck comment in your throat? Life marketplace pounds off orphaned stuff - and you know, it starts with you. On the heights of the unabashed absurdities, everyone can compete, not you! You have a lot to keep - if any - a ****** joke.

Seeing quartz in the depths of curved mirrors is still possible. At the very least of all the troubles, every Action-Will seems to slip away as a snoring-smearing algae. On the alleyways long flooded with literal debris, dense wolf-yells are telling people: where once light-hearted fellowship, café discussions could change hands, now they are spewing karate-and-spades of guilt-ridden coffins.

At dawn, wild-horde, vulnerable-******* bacchanals, teenage moms breastfeed their babies for incubator prisons! - Shivering from frenzied mass ecstasy, you want someone outside to help you free up and get the rest of your free air!

An ancient Calvary of Earth-based relationships, its agony is shrinking and shrinking! Many times, the comfort of new-sweet holy smiles does not help when they are rewarded for little nothing! You no longer need the temporary option to continue: cheap promise, cheat hope! I should erase the crédos of **** minutes from my past, and what really bleeds daily! In the catacombs of my unhappy scrolling brain - even though I forget - the smelling dirt soon accumulates!

Many times, it would be good for an infinite wall to attack a tiny, small gap! The vain, stubborn defiance of the Dac-era keeps them in power! - Our disconnected, socially-hibernated senses have something else to say; as if everyone existed in a different dimension, in a breathless way! Like celeb ladies, denied frantic beach V.I.P. faces march in every move they play, deceiving self-deception, and the most unhappy of them, bathing in the radiant optimism of their being!

Whoever deceives himself with the remedy of comforting lies rarely receives a message of redemption from his inner self that the sincere essence of his soul has been lost! If we were to walk the secured path of things, to see the specific, predictable emotions of things, and to see in the context of others' pearled sacred eyes, they would be the epitome of earthly Golgotha! - Farewell to the makeup stylists' faces of their faces: Hangman Time is long gone! Change of era can rarely be a sure bet!

Ignoring the idiocy and the elementary human interest is always inevitable many times fatal! A series of brilliantly tragic coincidences can ever question individual children who are still thinking, while too many of the world are lost without end! A rush of creative ingenuity is hiding in everyone, and every idea and plan is already in the smoke when less and less of the diligent chain of different relationships can be chosen!

In the century of the information cyber revolution, the conscious, lazy craze is just as visible and actionable! A wide variety of attractions and décolleté is always taken by the curious camera: The retouched blurring of essential eye paint is rarely seen by anyone; the question to be decided is: what has changed ?! - The roaring melody of the horns barking into our faces, announcing that something has happened to the city and its people! "Nothing's fine!" - basic feeling!

It was as if everything and everyone had turned into empty shells; sinking under you, just like our disposable, stinking waste!

I don't care about fashion anymore because of the odors! Deprive yourself of a new susceptibility to zamtok, who only cares for the telltale signs of externalities! Balancing your interests can also quickly lead to defects in taste! What does the exibitionist trend mean ?! Perhaps we don't even notice others simply because of their dressing habits, so that we can blend in with the sophisticated, elegant elite?

The culprits and the victims are thus put together, in a complicity, into dead-end stalemates, because they fear what the public opinion would say if many of them were to detect the protein in their teeth! - And once a health-minded, superficial-looking superficial, it is very upsetting; it might be a problem to try to see that exceptional One among many like that! The difference in the glass tiles of curved mirrors also looks different!

In the penultimate moments, are the Good Friends of Loyalty recognizable ?! Thugs and Timothy Tikitaki ?! - In all respects, the silent refusal of refuge is hiding silently; cocky misunderstanding shakes their heads and can keep them in cage captivity! The Imperial Ranking of Impossible Daydreams That Everybody Says Somebody or Something! Even now, some conscious mistrust is infecting!

All the cheap sensationalist celebrity pics have become more interesting; the message of sinking airships, instead of sitting at peaceful home conversations with sticky masses of secrets!

Night is falling. The soul mourns with tears. The haunting silence would quench her. Nagymaros has become a glowing island! As the last survivor of Atlantis, tell me what will happen to you? Ultimate shelter was ruined by the next rampage, hurricane mouths, squeaky fury! - I'll still be here, if at all
i need something!
 
There was a whirlwind all week, rapping lines all day long - silencing the immortality of letters among the ruins of pages! As a character, I sent you a text message, deaf to your ears, so that your evocative memory will never forget what ever burst into the tunnels of our soul between us.
For a long time, we were only aliens, uninhabited continents, orbiting each other independently.
 
A paradise of hearts, dear immortal The universe was dreamed about by the deceived thought: We are stupid! "Perhaps the Heart is sitting in peace with you now." In your apartment: Inaugurated, ready for your new life, your common household. The floor is covered with children's toys and legos building blocks.
To relax? Or do you just smile with your perfect romance? - You don't know it, except on secret roads. You felt that way you had to do it because it demanded your emotional Rended, your biological clock soaring and agile ticking!
 
Your hands on your belly proclaiming fertility, your ancestor's womb, are surprised to find out: Baby Mature Care Made Mature! - Late hours are often haunted by alley glances. Naughty, naughty fairy or whoever gets hurt, move on!
 
The chocolate waterfall of your chestnut hair is still floating in front of me - I comfort you from afar. I'd water your dear heart with a lighter salty distillate, but it can't! Whispers in your ears: Your almond eyes were more burning than lava! My aching eyes just amaze, you are still vulnerable to eternal love!

Dream Travels in its misleading alleys and intentional devil cramps by the Third; there are signs of confused cheer! The shadow of a vulnerable person can be intentionally crossed by compromising brokers, sneaky coupons! More and more whispers from strange eccentrics to the unfounded mood of the beginning of creative days!

Collapsed humps leap like grasshopper dancing on the Spirit Martyrs hold back the exuberant Universe! And in all the fake news, there is a chance like vocal, obscene music with a full throat! The infinite needle depth is hardly explored and discovered! Money and Luxury have become the newest false God of the new age! Only the curvature of the descent can be described from the pits of endangered gullibility! Moody raindrops break through the rainy drops of melodic raindrops: Rainbow Cemetery as a result of precise interplay!

The secret was no series of bargains! In the conscious moments of awakening, the eyes of superstition also carry out a total and complete reign; with a reversed style change, they could still cling to a piece of fabric of pristine, proud reality! Between the murderous fervor rooted in inequalities, the traitor also changes hands many times! "The uplifting era of silent stubborn resilient dac-silence is coming!" Think: trampling, a series of bans will solve everything! Nobody's thinking about going through the negotiation of interest ?!

The cosmic sovereignty of the universes is the brilliance of the pearly holy stars. At heart, you are afraid first, and then echo blasts are frightened, scared - in every missed blast, we ourselves measure the sinful time-minutes. Pisly-moon moonshine conceivably turns into starving, round cheese, and the oblivious, mowing-to-darkness watches over its petty victims left unprotected with vigilance. Dark night birds still stuttering, waving quietly ...

The autumnal loneliness of tree leaves, even the well-deserved, intermediate state; Nirvana-nothing is contemplated in the annual rings of nature: beetles, animals, living fauna. - Many more forgettable, questionable questions and aggressive question marks; Létkatharizs bleeds itself into rose-toothed dawn. The raging dawn, like a wounded red blotch, gives way to a bolero tune.

With frozen human will, he already seems unable to step out of the comfort zone. The alley cell forest of faces accelerates the already accelerated time. Standing ant-offspring propagate their useless footsteps down there. To love with others: a burgeoning betrayal of loyalty. - Even now, the most popular phrase is conscious star-ghosting loneliness.

When the love nest is full and the glassy existence is whitewashed. ****** scars cover the heart's pulsating parts everywhere. The diminutive disagreement also degrades itself into an expensive-cheap drama. It is as if the power of touch, of feelings, is constantly defrauding of common sense instincts.

The shadows suddenly increase and they must lose the moment that is considered to be stopped; the treacherous romance is that you can't make your eyes out enough. Do you need body-cab prostitution to operate the needs of life ?! "It would be better for the immortal universe to heal itself with werewolf blindness."

 In the urban jungle of the ruins of the outskirts, the cell-spiral of haunting moonlights and the musicality of the gradually encircling, taming shadows can always be useful against the ghosts staring at bamboo. Most people today are exhibitionist stateless: they leap out of a relationship into independence while they spend their family time on career building. - Our face is in vain for an oppressive, ambitious break.

The will of interest has long been divisible. If we could remain a prophetic shard, an unrecognizable spark riddle would be a more acceptable tolerance to the dark shadows of mirrors!

I struggle to wake up. The pavement is ***** and filthy. South of scalded fire wounds
the asphalt is blackening. Rubber gums smell of moist tar mucus: Smoky
exhaust pipe lungs, fresh air polluted! - I'd hope again, but as a hot chimney chimney:
 
The red, atomic rays of a bombshell are wounded by the Sun: Wounded in the Twilight. I don't feel like moving out either!
I'd rather be crudely hard, chubby-ice cubes on the bottom of the freezers, dumb sweat-
in the waves of Eden captivity, when I know and feel that my dear is beside me in everything!
 
I wanted funnel ice specials; honey-flavored sorbets, a cavern of ice cream, sullenly
I look at my lover who is about to disappear behind the mountains: S fatigue, even in abstinent-sober state
I was a drunken freak, drunk while Summer was coming! - Food, my drinks are all spitting
has been the victim of an air invasion!
 
Waste from light-weight decomposers. It's best to turn everything off at this time - don't go
the expensive bill is also a matter of complaint: get overwhelmed, run into the suffocating
to destruction, to silence! To look at the broken letters of our past for forgiveness
hope when everything seemed to be lost!
 
Sometimes the insomnia disease is often tempted, thanked, and there can be no freedom the next day
enough to relax in the way of what's tiring, what's saturating! The ear embalming is ******* us
as the insatiable greed of leeches - it is very difficult to preserve the morals of our purity!

Human stars, eloquent gazes human mouths, heavenly smiles some secret magic lurking, there is! And with silence, he watches, discovers, and soars. No fooling daydreaming, secret romance, bodyless gaffe still exists and there is!

And even though the absolute cellular endocrine that transforms the absolute universe, endocrine is infinite love - it subtly breaks through everything that exists because it is hidden and lies deep within our hearts!

Revolutionizes the molecular map of our body, like dreams flattered by desires, and the thought itself is automatically created and the hidden secret whole and there is! - There is a diamond in brilliant eyes, there shining telepathic gazes!

My dreaded hand is dearly swear by my dear swan's hand, and in essence, what is proclaimed is the very love of the idea lurking: Human stars have talkative gazes, laughing lips, heavenly smiles something superstitious,

strange and secret magic lurking, unconscious present is really lurking, there s! Rich face-to-face look: Secret sign language, code for a world interpretation of heart chests! - One piece of existence: Measured under the burden of pricelessness and yet so painfully few!

When all the human stars spoke in earthly language, "I have loved you for life, you charming mafla; He is eternal loser-foolish in boyhood! ”

Loyalty, though true, still sneers at his selfish sins, but does not share his greedy thirst. Fountain predators swallow each other devouring; the best quality silicone insert seems to be expanding in the expectation of a luxury carpentry environment. Team-hijacking, beast-starving bikini fairy. Severely flashing killer, knife-grin. Wider designed stage acoustics. Standing in group rings of reliable, gorilla biceps, bull-necked Adonis patches, it becomes increasingly difficult to resist any temptation.

Gigantic sized, cosmic bust would be the best talk of the decade ?! "A lost, tiny, star-studded planet is bending out of its devastated Dwarf Wheel of slender nights." dreaded, small-minded "some" think of their bulimic, ballerina-slenderness, because they can only know for sure, and that is the only way to prevail. - Would it be a sacrilege to address a true angel with a romantic bow, kneeling ?!

Even as dawn creatures enter the Order's circles at dawn, they are still inaccessible to outsiders. Turning back from the sacred altars of romance, even self-proclaimed existence is just one well-defined bubble fragment. As incomplete etchings, sooner or later everyone will be knocked out of the Wheel of Time dedicated to infinity!

When a proud night of star-studded panther-like hibernation, waking a comic patient on my nicely cast bed, like a whispering cry of daylight over my head. As a lunatic attacking lunatic beast, I am struck by the fierce vulture fear. Under my bones in the basket of my ribs, my weak heart continues to writhe, the hunter's night wounds.

My nightmare captures my tears in captivity. Oh, what a fateful battle you have, dear human soul! I would run into caressing mother's lap. Blessed be my dear twirling, my bald curls, - but the night's karma is dumb, murderous; as a wounded knife wounds ...

The dusky liquid stream of lunar lobes stops me like spikes of sparks. Chopped up, even human wrecks, the broken life of mass despair. Whispers, an innocent little boy whines in me. A distant, romantic memory can only be hard to understand by my crooked, rotating mind.

I'll throw away my pain-drenched agony once. Let's go and leave me forever! - As the night passed, the delicate golden rays of dawn dawn, like a redeeming Angel's hand, re-emerged from the beating heart ...

As a bat swarm, with a final, coughing cough, human empathy will disappear from this vicious world. Because a strong enemy always and lawfully suppresses the weak. Cracking, apocalyptic sorrows dissolve and bind: they put secret roots where they are not needed, because self-confidence would be the master.

The primordial certainty of our dull, brain-washed senses is sweet. There is always a broken wing whispering in the brazen obsession of the word-karate left behind words. We'll put up with curdled wounds dotted with bullet coats to rush the secret of human morality, the presence of a moral soul - the common thing: We are human and not wild!

Bulls wounded in the midnight lights dance with a steaming, alcohol-bold, and will not be able to think clearly about their inviting instincts of rampage: "Are they going to be completely out of themselves?" - Our dreaded consciousness is drawing everything sharp. The secret duel camp of early cryers and late switchers is increasingly pushing its boundaries.

Idiots trapped in militant blocks, profitable profit-seekers preaching to fatty public goods, but preaching primarily for themselves; who rolls up his rolled glass beads for the cudar-obsessed future ?! The historical mare of the brainwashed collective has long since burst.
A deliberate backdrop was led by a large congregation of puppeteers. There are also conceptual troubles for unsupervised individuals who simply build something for themselves on a conscious mind.

Through the stomping lady's gibberish, she's fondled as a celebratory cockade by the torn, ***** **-nikhai.
Latino James Bond look-alikes and Fame Fatales have their grip on their fame. In the cheap places of our hearts, the black-star prison has long since been pierced by the crying word!

Uncertain and finite circumstances are perhaps the only stepfathers because they offer us only alternatives to human reason, not just universal spontaneity and relationships!

If a single link, a bad idea, a fluctuating idea comes into play once,
snaps unconscious subconscious thought fluctuations, reinstated actions determine honest, instead of common sense! - It happens - believes the Individual, - so the man is himself, - the mass is organic, it will be ****** in and stay!

And so he deliberately bypasses the line of personal thought, selected and trusted logical steps! And the irreparable would further deteriorate, with the consistent laws of indestructible Humanism:

As if you were to fly a billion billions of stars on a fly paper, the stupidly successful animal irresponsibility! "Why is there even a sense that I'm afraid?" - Would I ask the Reality: prudent, patient, and conscious-minded people?


What could have gone wrong What? Where ever we may have made a mistake, and it is quite regrettable that in our infectious ****, we have finally forgotten about the Causes!
Fearless beasts, egotistical monkeys,
Gorillas imagined for Adonis, emerging jampecs whale age - afraid - long gone, and only the faith of man in himself, prudence is the universal moral values allows us to sink into the mud from there
consciously measured by the standard of humanism
- let's leave with head raised!

In my wavering, active forehead, I now struggle with grunts; I cultivate a culture of willful, unshakable faith, while the fearful world outside would be crushed by my winged voices. The secret acne of the elements can be heard all the way to the soul's visceral depth. In the superstitious moments of the Universe, only we can be vigilant enough to save ourselves from the hell that is present.

The secret ascetic-arbitrary teaches selfishness. It is the camouflage, forced creation, work to get the most out of it and by all means. My being is dipped in the mirrors of my wounded soul, which both reverse the true sincerity of their faces. The paralyzed, hibernating-evil words burn and curse at the same time - pushing me into the depths of my defenses every day. It is necessary for me to get to know myself better if I want to move forward.

The dream, desperate for fear, always disrupts my attempts after my deep-fried failures. In my heart fluttering like a purple chalice, delirious anger and melancholy, vengeful resistance is deliberately ignited: in every case, unusual, insidious eyelash fluttering reveals that the lady's eyes are fooled. With a clenched soul, I am still vulnerable in the Infinite Time.

And I still hope that my vulnerable heart is thrown to someone on the last day. "Immersed in a squeezed, slippery silence that sticks to me as a balm in a metaphysical, resilient state, I must surely find the redemptive glances of virgins who cherish secrets and loves!"

A damp, unkind, unrequited, poisonous mind. The sofas are already trying on lingerie, stilettos and luxury lifestyles, and may feel offended when someone stands up on a spontaneous heel and judges a person. This can only become the cultic, exotic petals of the bachantic guild angels and ***** canaries who ******* their souls.

Like an insect, the dirt, with some contoured makeup primer, recreates their self-indulgent frustration from long, persistent suffocating cigarette smoke. With its proud exotics, its lily-of-the-valley headlamps are backed up by a lustful desire to lure, a step-by-step pride: how to be more effective and better off the vulnerable prisoner of one's selfish-greedy life ?!

Human, ambitious morals also become negligible goods! Houseplants with their hairs surrounded by sneaky peacock snakes, they carefully strangle their current V.I.P. The blurry, crystal clear, concealed light stripe can quickly cut and strip the syrup pitch paths of darkness. - He wraps himself in a corner with enough silicone bosoms and pains the stigma in his ashes; as a woman so they could never be humiliated!

The hollows of hell are bubbling up in the heat of his disguised inner-tempered fervor; the creepy cold mastery of waiting passes through the curvature of his body's petal petals. Silent in the violence, the little girl then breaks loudly, growling to the surface. His pleasant dignity is already in the news, and there is nothing.

As he is once again slapped with fierce, ruthless executioner hands, a murderer pleads with embarrassment for his soul. - In the sea of ​​invisible emotions, the eggs of the Universe lick the hyena-ink fish - and he, too, feels the secret responsibility of best ever ending the betrayal of his body, enjoying his radiant motherhood and living a viable second Life of Hope!