You stayed forever indebted, home-stuck sticky! Nirvana-son of misfortune, nesting for nothing! Nobody's chase! You have long since denied yourself from the Executioner Squadron and the future-marchers have left it here as prey! In the catacomb flights of your cut-off dreams, like watchful moles, you often wander in disillusionment with yourself! Dying despair also seems to be deliberately overwhelmed; you couldn’t fit in between superficial worlds! No one can comfort your bloodthirsty eyes crying on a bag!
 
The petrified seal of the collected footprints will continue to bleed in your heart in a drum! "As your eternal companion, eternal fear and dreadful doubt still strikes you!" You deliberately don’t gass before dressed means! You may have had enough of squeaking in front of a lot of forbidden doors and stigma padlocks: as a selfish recidivist, you can't get your shadow-loving, redeeming loneliness from happiness either! "Superstitious deer eyes would call you desert spawning lights to give a shadow to your heart!"
 
On your knocking window, the Silence Seekers are waiting for you as a dense mass of nights at night! - Used personality traits like ragged seizures lurk in a pile! He whispers before sweeping secrets and then captivates the unsuspecting; silence still anchors in restless hearts! By pulling on invisible antennae needles, how can sincere trust be achieved?! Savior, love urge?! Gemstones raised from stone terrify awake-cheeky walkers hiding in night robes! "It's a long-learned mimic of playful ease."

Accompanied by sorrow and danger, a seagull scream splits through the air with lightning speed! The silly mood of happy hearts was soon challenged; trapping, false promises! With the unstoppable temper of the sea waves, it swells and the slap of my chasms and all the petty old-fashioned blows, the blade-sharp criticism of the sword against another deliberate Judgment against My Humanity are growing in me! The suffocating Solitude is already decomposing in everyone; trusting hearts are revealed to you with traps!
 
The wandering wanderer of split spaces: something constantly pursuing and encouraging, with my wandering destiny, deliberately confronting itself in the deserved dreams of the Universe! It breaks into pieces year after year, month after month My soul narrows boyishly and squeaks in its uncertain chasm; your gentle shock only a few researchers can’t understand! He who carries my chubby face lives in me and as a copy kid you get after a lost star! A swallowing career vortex flashes in the wreck of the unpredictable Future!
 
Sensationalist World spits on everyone first, then chews well on daredevils, minute-human, hysterical cedars grab fame cheaply! My selfishness can keep me awake alone; I stumble hesitantly, cluttered with myself, I confess my things are done! "I became a fugitive-wild as an alien emigrant among the former Human-Celeb craze!" My soul refraction is dull, I have suffered timed wounds on the lies of fools!
 
I guess if I die as a counterpoint in the rich, spawned light, will the immortal Beloved be lifted up with his golden-hearted nobility?

It's still stopping now. My heart drummed and my uncontrollable heart bounces. We also feel it in our bone-breaking viscera, in the basic formula of our skeletons: Infinite Time is hysterical, in large cloud passages like a herd of greedy wolves among an army of lambs!

What if I can't take this cudar atmospheric front anymore? "It just depends on your organization, like your only driving force for many, many years!" - Oh, but Summer! The heated nights of insomnia! Swirling insomnia and restlessness, which suffocates everyone as a temptation, and an ****-winking of ripe colorful fruits, out in the kitchen garden, and

those unforgettable, immortal passions, sighing flames that came out every summer! Wounds, purulent scars bulged like stigmas in the craters of my body, and because I was careless I now have to put up with clenched prison teeth that fatal UVB radiation measured on me! - You haven't even looked at me!

,, Come on! What would I have done? I was just playing with you so I could throw it away forever! ” - The destruction of the apocalypse of the universe in all your deeds, your ancient deeds! You have been exiled in your heart for a long time, and I have not found myself since! And then, as one who has long been forgotten and described, he is devastated, he digests himself incessantly! As a one-eyed prisoner of the Cyclops, he cannot escape!

Is there anything moving in the redemptive descent? Discover the exfoliated tears on the retinal lines of broken eyes with compassionate regret! As the smaller beetles glide apart, a hesitant giant-foot tramples on them by chance! The given, idyllic anthill can hardly receive regular travelers and contemplatives back into its bustling community! In the gaping lap of depths - only they can know - undivided Dreams graze!
 
The blood-boiling instinct-greed of visceral possession is only the exception! - From the micro-world below, where can murderous virtue be measured by certain methods? - The chattering company of loosely swinging golden boys and chirping kittens has never seduced; there, many people blamed emotional ammunition for luring exploited defenseless people and believing! Are the reports left to themselves simply because Someone always betrays them with words?
 
Deliberate yawns in deep dark gaps, however, cannot dissolve; the redemptive gaze of self-forgotten serenities can no longer be forced on the other! Greed became an indestructible umbilical cord: as many gains as possible in the jingling pockets of compromisers; but even the only comedians of Judas who are now giving themselves up are all sneezing or lurking! Secret doors open to everyone, only the secrets can be kept by the Spirit alone!
 
Is it too much to envy overstretched reciprocity? You’re forced to wear the shower spikes of mutual compromises on purpose if you want something more out of life.

Perhaps it would be better to finally break our evil-faced, evil-livered mirrors, so that they can finally see with wise hearts that see the soul, and not with eyes that can be deceived; perhaps the somersaults and blunders of the past will once and for all be broken and they will increasingly look towards the future. Today, one can rarely believe: the only blacksmith of blessed, profiteering blind luck is someone other than oneself - stepping on the flower pots of tomorrows, Existence also leaks away unspeakably, while only reason and sober thought rise above instinct molecules. Now, mourning birds, humiliated even in their pride, are wandering in frightened loops and circles; they may have long been accustomed to the storm, breakage, and suffering that the ugly life offers them. Halfway between the ominous and the deadly, the tempted danger escaped between them, the tortured, thirsty pleasure was injected into the love struggle of hearts as a temporary happiness-drunkenness.

Perhaps only from the depths of the soul can the ancient tower of silences, rattling on invisible chains, protest, rebel; a strange, worldly voice that loses its meaning. Like the frozen Eskimos forgotten here above the fragile hole, people also stare into their embezzled future, increasingly deprived of hope. Beyond Being, Time with closed eyes still yawns towards man, opens its Charybdis-mouth, while a death's-head moth flies by the lamplight and brings unwary others to the top...

The trembling body of virtues, already washed away, trampled, falls down, then lies down for good; they slowly sink into forced conditionals. Some unfriendly buildings tower over high-rise office buildings with broken dominance.

A swan feather scarf on his angel-winged shoulders as a heavy carrying load alone; braids her brown-midnight hair, dripping twilight nectar from her long fingertips! I'm listening to your friend's voice even better! The panting gears in my head recall my phone conversations on the canvas of my memories; as if you were reading derogatory sermons out loud so otherworldly! An unexpected excitement flows through the ponderings of Executioner Time! It would have been better for us to cling more boldly to our beating hearts while the superstitious moment could last!
 
We have all given up our tangible, existing, sacred reality! When can the heart listen to feelings lost in confrontations?! Our human inclinations are incapable of transcending boundaries into damnation! Srub is still lounging in bed in exchange for a dream career that can be exploited many times, and then she is indignantly surprised that the baby project may have arrived prematurely! In the depths of the Spirit's cellar, a small child cries softly: one should contemplate the Real with the pearl maturity of eyes!
 
Dignity is already fragile, with which it always reveals its consciously constructed incognito! Your petal being is deliberately exalted in your lying eyes; you yourself feel unable to put everything on a new foundation without inner redemption! Wash your hair in extended moon turns in balmy moonlight! On it hangs its already distressed, otherworldly loneliness, like the bars of a prisoner that cannot be unlocked with lattice padlocks! - An Alpine scramble for murderous maximalism is becoming more and more unbearable: in the midst of timeless expectations, when the imagined, superstitious body would be embraced by the aching lack of a shaky little child as a suffering instruction sticks to my body!
 
Can we still feel in the other's soul that we need each other?!

Sparkling neon lights, whimpering with sparkling laughing spheres, miracles can rarely be born! In sparkling, challenged, columnar lanes, crowded minute-people march in crowded, otherworldly rows! Festive gifts also look like foamed drywall, and the shining, shining smiles shine more like artificial liver grimaces!
 
The transitional period of peaceful tranquility may soon lead to convertibility! “Hopes of appearances glistening in squinting eyes sway with rusty credulity as if anything could change here! Infamous-famous people are selfishly interested in self-interest advertising tricks and distribute free food, and if they listen to the click of non-flashing flashes in a self-adoring way, they step down without a word! - Skeleton-armed trees ritually descend shamanic dancing on their own, babies wrapped in blankets in the depths of the underworld are still trembling!
 
With shrunken-squirmed penguins-Sisyphus, they can barely want to talk! Everyone is imbued with bone-penetrating, ice-cold selfishness; relationships also begin to rot unnoticed, as the love of loyalty is measured by luxury and prosperity by “some”! - Everyone feels and already knows that he is in no way willing to put up with loss; the onion peel of their personality is punctured, and they intentionally move into a subdued terrestrial Twilight zone, where they are already enslaved as slaves of money!
 
Flourish-white estasy faces in intoxication would still try to balance the last ones on the iris-lifted staircase before total, helpless dream image hibernation could finally begin! Love is becoming more and more inconsolable, it should be redeemed with tolerant empathy until it is too late

We are already stumbling more and more crustly into the idle Infinity, and we are rooted in a wooded mood; the vulnerable Soul is damaged anyway and the Will-pulled bodies eventually give up anyway! Distorting ratios are not dwarfed - but they increase by division! The dream of everything is a silent wilderness! It’s hard to cling to the forgiving power of chance, just like a smile close to a ditch! The Vacuum still exists in sheer space, even though there is no one to capture or fill it! There is always just a kind of alarming, internally warning selfishness!
 
It is becoming more and more difficult to look wolfishly and flirt with sincere Truth; the usual, homely Death is staring at us! Fear s Pain beats as expelled; the murderous silence devours our loneliness and the fact excites us that we can't get any closer to solving it! It takes place in the body and in the brain and produces some strange, chemical reaction! What we have become thickens into what really hurts! Every level you start leads to the darkness of the impossible! In the depths of restless souls it is difficult to live in peace!
 
Our shiver scale scans us all the way to our vertebrae and back! If we are helpless with the formula for solving situations in our heart chamber, there is a risk of explosion. In the hourglass press, the tiny grains trample each other orphan; they're in a hurry somewhere! The border is watching the barrier of the Spirit and often stirring underworld dust! Shards of self-digesting blood are also falling…

Non-****** macho, dice-bellied Adonis-Titan chicks tend to lurk intentionally and escape the attention of bikini fairies! They themselves feel that losers against murderously stimulating exibitionism can be absolutely just brought up! Who is not on purpose, and his movement cannot be convincing enough between two chairs waiting for the captivity of floors! Democratic D.Js are pocketing their horses for bakelite shifts, while cosmic noise is raging in the ecstasy vortex of dance halls! Inhibition and anxiety cannot be resolved clearly: it is the manifestation of everything!
 
Every day, losers and a seven-rehearsed, petty Nobody dream of themselves as self-appointed pop stars; think if they get a record deal maybe they can even run overseas! Then come puffed-up petting, one-man Spanish wax makers, with a flag of allied fire in their eyes; because you always need another, incomprehensible, bribed sensation that infects just like good-neighbor gossip! Institutional conspirators are forcing the crowded idiocy and the rampant Chaos! When can there finally be Peace Empathy and Tolerance?!
 
The silly moth sets mine traps in the yard of our constantly creative brain! An unstoppable rumbling convoy is approaching your heart attack! Everyone is gradually becoming a livelihood nomad because they can’t know the avoidable answers! To survive, they need long-term hunting! You are growing around you who is not finest enough to survive Tomorrow!
 
Dogs snarling at their unspoken accusations are trotting after free-leaning fat columns! Overbearing bad faith can always find asylum seekers.

Empathy-tolerance within ourselves. Nice speech nobly subversive sermons are all too little for the graffiti preachers of this century. Our days are swarming, like the million-year-old volcano that slumbers for the last time before eruptions, and while party queens flash their drunken self-consciousness in the latest fashions - the glorious company of lobbyists misses out on winning bids: the present gallant, helpless world can only hurt and gripe - tabloid media broadcasting sensationalist deceptions, spouting and screaming brainwashed propaganda.

But it is in vain to make education impossible when self-educated people have survived. A million times more conquering stubbornness, protesting resistance, than shrunken submission. An age of wrangling litigation rather than false submission. No longer to bow and scrape to Rolex-watching nobodies or kiss *** in front of canary-voiced titters.

We must oppose this inglorious, grotesque century, which daily tramples on prudent common sense: no need to blink at it, nor is it inglorious. From now on, it is no longer the insidious hypocrisy, the merciless chess-hazard game of points - in the depths of our souls, it is not only the yoked, fake slogans that make us universally say no to the boorish styles of judgmental morality.

Intellectual ideas should be used to educate the true heroes of the Age to become European gentlemen, with thoughtful responsibility and not with protection. If only we could have time to regard the eccentric, the blind, the lame as human, peace would be restored to our troubled hearts!

As he found, a prodigal child, out of the words of absolute adults rarely when he listened; as a parasite many take advantage of my naivety! Emigrant strangers are immediately struck by the basic smell of big city killer indifference! As a cuckoo's egg, it even hides behind easy-to-solve puzzles! Modern-trendy women fall into the throes of old goats in sloppy thirties! With their loose reins policy, they can catch anyone and casually break their babbling hearts at any time! Between weekend talks, jaccudzi parties who can't get to know themselves, the formula is getting more and more varied!
 
Sneaking behind low-cost careers hardly repels the secret of thirsty originality for success: spare loves are increasingly being used for just that! Proper, vertebrate posture is already broken, grotesque mirrors warn in vain! Only rarely can a human Star be born out of chaos! They are transformed into observers condemned to inaction, who would have owed confession to their Beloved!
 
Celeb Dives play a killer patience game and you can easily fall out of the net if your trusting relationships aren’t cosmetic! - Deep-lasting pulsations of relationships were rarely born out of whimsy raging in seclusion! The chat service of freshly collagenized and stunned young women depends on the minutes and not on the moments! Instead of the triumph of will, all the ******* are swinging towards bribing instincts! Falling from never-expected heights can be even greater! - Why should we avoid hot porridge dead tired several times?! Already, everyone is getting crazy, minutes of infidelity

His tickling mustache drew tiny pits on his bowed face; drops of sweat clung to the roaring Frederick's comet; he loaded his truck and knocked like a rhythmic chase into Infinity repeated to boredom! Only his beard could survive; it was just all your contacts! He carefully collected the contents of filled marmon cans as he did not throw anything out! The tragedy of forgotten football is the heart pounding!
 
The narcotic **** of the heatwave! Does your organization - not knowing - feel anything else; The road to Gyongyos Visonta is still very far back! Fifty years are barely past! He only shaved once in the mirror, and he always fought with the feeling of lack found! She has a beard! He never gave his dignity to anyone! - The tomb has been covered for decades; the October wind blows memorable obituaries! Whoever knew him could always listen to his wise advice!
 
I wonder what happened to the truck and the house; already in every perishing and even the tiny strands of idyllic childhood must be gathered together as truly precious True Beads! And as we inhale the yellowish scent of memories, we are also overwhelmed by creepy restlessness! "You are now looking at this ever-bustling army of ants from above, and you are shocked by the chaos that some have been able to get here!" Many times I still listen to his laughing laughing in my harassing mind; silent silent tears start on children's faces one by one…

Nowadays, modernization and the rate of development are intentional and at all times; It fells or just caught, spinning - falls out again as a black man. Because there is no way out of the dreadful bag -shaped, fat patch body; At least that's what you see without the zero empathy of the visceral, exhibitionist world. However, staying within the depths of the soul would be so good to drill and search for so many encrypted, apocryphal gateways, low-borne wormholes, even between the tilted taps.

Once used in flu grids, different give trendy-Sikk fashion, beauty, or lifestyle management tips; How should I exist in a nicer, livelier way?! Superficial benevolence is just a cheap, pathetic disaster packed in another shop window, from which the average is never profitable-it would only fit one of the uninhabited questions of forever: Do you still like to be miserable?

In addition to the misconceptions, they also possess the petty thoughts that have become brainwashed, because they think they can be better; Rather, they are in the same place, even when they do, because they believe in a given system, which - in general - is already saying who the ones who are in effect, even if this whole pathetic, rotten rotten hood is all together.

The fact that the average -perhaps -is a bit impossible and at the same time seemingly nonsense -absurd. Like the amphibian ants running around us, I was both guilty, and a deliberate desire for a shipwreck!

There's nothing to start with the air drilling! He was an astonished idiot; he stood open and gnashing his teeth in a confetti shower of romantic foolish festive evenings! A tender tire might have liked a chubby, good-natured skull! There could have been no proactive shift for him; he would have settled for a friendly conversation - only the correctness of konok-dac hindered his attempts! Among naughty, curious smiles, it could be harder and harder to stop his hesitant knight's place!
 
Guardian freedom - you know - is still more power! Creative culture has always been a reins in the eyes of highly valued committees! - You weren't looking for a insured loss! Many times it was just that! All rules of the game are precisely-known to either suicides or autists! Public Dangerous Truths are more likely to be fired, while the slouching machine belt holds during its civil battles! Your wolf blindness can remain beneficial to itself on its own to draw courage! In many cases, your station is always: Vulnerable Nobody's Land!
 
The intrusive curiosity of intruders can’t be enough enough when a shoveled husband or a swarming Latin macho lover arrives and begins to interrogate! There could be only one compass left: His humanity! With trembling knees, the dimly stopped in the obscure cover next to the decorative lodge, and his disguise grimace trembled! On your skin taken to the fair, who knows who else will draw luck and fate ?! - You cannot still express your selfish Dissent with a calm heart; Unquenchable dead end for culture! In the depths of his bitten sentences, a boyish muttering echoes still echoes…

Above our heads, nuclear mushroom clouds, - perhaps - tiny missiles are circling instead of clouds. The empty, indifferent footprints of promises have long since disintegrated. Perhaps everything and everyone is beginning to find their own truth simply by getting tired or simply giving up on the possibilities that are running out. The petty tumbles of doubts and failures gradually become whole; they are worn out by the millstone of Being, which grinds and clicks at the same time and finally grinds.

Good Samaritans are not certain to arrive in the pre-determined Times; anything can happen to those who ask for mercy or are robbed, just as anything can happen to those who are already there, who are always taking advantage of others. Yet everything works badly if neither sin, nor filth, nor bedbugs can touch them, since all that is needed is a small, necessary, foreseen detour to ensure that the path of development, believed to be stubborn, is still secured. The other day, we are already convulsing in more and more Gordian knots; we are wasting half days in traffic jams sniffing out mass-collision accidents, when and where?

And while even surface transport does not really want to move under a smoke - we are forced to swallow the mole-like silence of the underground metro tunnels, tolerating it, because we are constantly missing deadlines. The wings of the angel of the happy joys that can be found have been cut off by someone; a bleeding stump rises and while a fierce suspicion creeps behind us, we will all gradually run out of time in the post-history era. - It became increasingly difficult for bleating sheep to get used to the tolerated sheepishness!

Peace pigeons Believe me are rarely flying; On their broken wings, burning storm clouds gather. They can't even strain in the long curve of the rainbow, because the silence was destroyed down there. In all cases, proportions and shadows lie exchanged, with no prices for forgetting steps, small -style reality of petty lads. The semi-opening tulip also seems to be legally closed by a rustling wind.

Snow-white walls would still be good to cover-of course, just as it can-he set up romantic evenings, and the superfluous excess of the soul could no longer be enough. In the hell of time, our deeds' footprints are abandoned. The instinctive lovers who want to shrink into embryos, which would be good to cherish it a bit.

Playful naked waxfaaces are fateful to us, and often we don't even know what to do with them. Peace pigeons are still ****** on our heads because they can't even start with the phrases.

In the scarce passages of increasingly drained doors, we pull the tattooed stubborn revolutions of our face, while our nodding, staring grotesque-distorted mirror images are trying to answer questions and answers.

As the yellowed midnight moon is smiling at us, the yellowed midnight moon is smiling at us. However, it would still be good to travel to the smaller or larger buzzing of the goal-free-free-free-free-free-free-free-free-bun, even before they finally decide to get out or give up.

Our memories raise sifus weights because they would have to testify; The heads of our stinging figures were scattered with sand. The rude hopes believed to be frozen are relocated, while the germs of common sense fold the folds of the forehead!

They all stood in order: False witnesses, lying judges; and that was the greater pride he had - if the scientific Balek stuck on their backs - could be ridiculed and persecuted as a bookworm column. But the real Truth did not bother anyone - it was not the pure Humanity and Morality that was the important reason, based on sympathy, to explain!

At the same time, from the consecrated citadels of science, in addition to the deceptive burden of sympathy, he also displaces those who read all obligatory work with honesty: What follows: That is already a classic requirement of Shame! On the humanities track, the road is steeply icy, and anyone who is careful will soon climb to his seat! - There can't and can't be

individual defense, not context! - I keep crying and laughing at myself: Gentlemen and ladies, at least don't lie to yourself! "If you can, and the gallant stumbling may begin again — so that Uncle Samu would be more willing to pay you the budget head quota — what a clear favor!"

And he who has failed many times has deliberately ruined and humiliated the marks on the merits of linguistic history: They are silently still tolerating and resisting! - Choice None! The only trouble is that there never will be if you are whining and vain monkeys

exchange peculiar alpine messages: We are, at most, mere cowards and cowards, as far as those who soon rejected the rules of the Code of Morality: Conscience, Humanity, and Responsibility -

Not-so-respected exam-jury: On their boards, the One-Truth is proclaimed: Everyone is a lying accomplice who feasts in a hedonistic way, thinking from the lights of knowledge! Haughty ignorance, like the secret worm, devours the tyrants of the intellect if they are not careful!

When critics pierced my tar skull with pieces of ice drumming! Not a single missing shore could be reached without being so shipwrecked! Vermet-digging careerists threw killers and daggers, and the merit became caressing puppets because they could get an opportunity from Being to start something that had begun again! Anointed redeemers could not keep the Order, and the guarding prophets also slept and listened in silence instead of their Judgment words!
 
Thick-necked and small-style stici pups were plowed in narrow mouse paths; to become unfaithful natives to demotion who is Man because to stay?! Boiling jampec squirrels and disco kittens are making their way up the donkey ladder of the fashion trend, while their hazelnut brains are getting narrower! Even the proud civis proves only by text and not by his deeds; insane, no-man's-house Aarnoks get the job first because they know: the brain-shrinking **** has become fashionable! - Wrapped in flag jacket wings, you can't make a difference with a single garaboncia!
 
You can only run and tolerate like you know your loss! He who has constantly professed his convinced Truth is all being branded a treasurer and trampled wherever he matures! Lampshade is all about preparation! A worthy accomplice may still be skillful, but he cannot catch scapegoat mice! Rats zigzag between familiar pairs of eyes and easily betray each other when it comes to getting them!

- In the channels of the night ether in the Eve costume, Angels parodying with single-stranded petal bodies offer their superstitious charms; perhaps they unconsciously imagine that they can get to know anyone in this form! Is the time of the guardian heads of families wasted?

Leeches and gnats are already spitting ***-licking, hazelnut-brained skulls! Everyone is constantly found easy on the buzzing pharmacy scales and everyone is fleeing from the insured liability! Hardworking mixers can do it - they can hardly catch submissive mice as their voices! Competing with assorted slang passwords, they scold the moles that are churning out of culture! Today, only the maid's ladder can be walked in this pathetic compromise! Voluntarily further annoying spatial relationship; death jumps without stretched net!
 
Jacquud's Dream Life Advance as a Leading Motif: New-Rich Eastern Europeanized, tohonya Way! Persistent gunpowder smell, unnecessary aggression raging around me! My conscious, cowardly cowardice puts me to the test, and because I know: the flames of the intellect are fading in brain-sized brains that are already inherited with eternal obsessions! In a lukewarm, homely environment, webs of intentional forgetfulness can also enter that way! - Invited small-death, gracious killer moments are played by a suicide candidate trying as a dog!
 
Moments into the Darkness of Doom in my dreams! The long-awaited sentinel-strass is always wrong! Anyone can cross the living paths! For there is always a crooked barrier of oblique intent; "You have to prosper at all costs!" - Compliance and step - by - step turbocharged everyone! Every exotically seductive Smile of the Universe, flirtatious gaze, is degraded to a projected sensory disappointment! And they still want to feed a deliberately waiting for a roast pigeon like a well-fed child “some”! I can resist your wish - even out of morality! In green-molded, jerky manners, chivalrous politeness can be in vain

Equipped movements, love testimonies, enforcement of fallen loopholes in the spinning time, the cities of Ninivei doomed to spin; The little benefits of trembling and acts. Do roaring blood clots still reach the heart's atrial wreaths safely so that the total infarction does not occur?! The youngest donkey generation seems to have been mistakenly manipulated, as they are threatened by lasting hind legs and wrinkles.

The multitude of mass people cross homeless gillists; From the bottom of the depths - fear - maybe there is no perfect way out. There are only tolerances and preparations in the hope of survival that can be sold. Mushroom clouds multiply from the nails of the nucleus of nucleus; Teenager diva are increasingly behaving childhood as if they no longer remember the memories of saraishes and babies.

contagious echoes yell at the deaf ears of the people; Promised benefits are deliberately thrown into the trash cans, saying, be satisfied with the minimal life you are currently. The world shows more and more visible apocryphal signs, and there are hardly any who understand. Portable conscious loneliness stifles his victims, - they have become a grin, and the old well -deserved laughter, which dissolves our inhibitions and may still be liberated.

The source of all the troubles was that the world was still a talmi, which could be easier to die! Halfway between the awake and the actual subconscious, it seemed as if the instinctive, instinctive hesitation ...

Perhaps it was all the same: the predictable certainty of the steps, like the aged footprints of old loves, which the ocean once drew in the sand. The past shattered shards of glass into smithereens. The weighty mass of scoldings, curse words, and nasty words can no longer be satisfaction or a legitimate retaliatory strike towards the sure redemptive forgiveness; because deep down in the confused, wounded Soul, the flower *** is already rattling into tiny pieces again, and there is no more worldly, massive glue that could fit more than a million pieces together.

Well, this is how Everything is formed; the cherishing, caressing voice of the Beloved no longer calls out from the echoing silence. Silence with an intermittent rhythm walks its rhythmless tightrope dances, because the kettle drum rhythm of the waning waves of the present also beats in the deaf ears. Why is it that every moment believed to be eternal has an unpredictable end and is hyperactive and restless?!

- The ever-drifting event of Nirvana-nothing seems to culminate crystal clear in the present minutes. The wolf-howl is accumulating in the manner of mini-atomic bombs ready to explode in the throats of screaming, ready-to-climb, ready-to-dive wolves. The clustered fear stretches to the shoulders, just like the Cassandra-scented ominousness.

Many-stringed screams hang, then ripen with a luscious, juicy pleasure, like a bunch or two of nectar-rich grapes. The massive-solid prison walls surrounding a person are increasingly hopeless, there is absolutely no escape from them.

Who could have been a non-original voice that couldn't bother anyone and who heard a quiet killer on the night sobbing on the wall of the room of the dying, drunken Shadows? He could have uttered in Human Hearts, "Let there be Sun!" - A dark call crushed him every day and called for a fight: This is how the crying, over-noise child became more and more savage, more crazy!
 
For in every sentient Spirit a Shadow looks back upon us, as if we were looking among shards of mirror tiles; He stares at us staring like a grimace and sobbing! Executioner Time is rapidly leaking like nourishing breast milk into the poles of bodies and when they were called, Dark Despair of All, flirting with death, is inviting more and more! So far away from the brainwashed camp of scavenging sheep, lone wolf breeds can hardly be reared!
 
This is how the roaring Stupidity threw his serving minutes into the ranks! A sure recipe for smiling idiots and charms! - Doom may be dark! He was kneaded with sure hands from China and Death: where else can this bottom of the earth create true signs of consolation? Even today they often deny each other and certainly cannot notice their most precious Souls;
 
The tear ducts of true pearls swirl from the vessels of melted crater eyes as the melody of streams! Stumbling Yourself Carving Man Wreck! When do you notice yourself being able to live ?! "You were a dream of another era, and this now silly thing, how can you no longer learn to thrive in the Present?" "The right half of your being would constantly steer you in the right direction!" Stay on your feet even if a camp of lollipops is sure to trample you or lay you down

As if one could sense at once that the passage of Time, like aging, is some kind of manipulable, unexpectedly prepared, live prelude to the uncertain, increasingly burdensome, because when Being ages, not only the physical attributes, but also the soul, the actors in the outside world, and relatives are less and less willing, or even more and more deliberately, to ignore those who have become useless in their greedy, petty eyes.

The wind constantly brings the sermons of old men and dog barking, that often a simple person cannot even feel like living; the latest pension plan is more of a labyrinth twisted into itself, a pitiful experiment, because no one has yet managed to build stable houses of cards from the little extras. As if they were deliberately banging their heads against concrete walls, because they know that they will never break like a humanoid skull.

A panopticon of empty illusions and imaginations still embraces its childish victims who want to hope. But for what?! The spinach-green language of executioner times keeps playing, pulling people to their liking. As if everyone is deliberately trying to outwit the system of sensual disappointments as impressions with their total sobriety, which can be manipulated in the same way by a flirtatious smile, a mischievous, eye-catching, but calculating look; all in vain! If only we could rarely hold on to the salvation of embracing or strange arms!

We crouched together, halfway between the jaws of the present and future Janus, and no matter how much we decide where we have no idea where we go. There are tremendous prison chains of existence hanging into raba-winged souls. In the forgotten, confidential handshakes, the secret apocrypes of the eyes, the transgression of the universe, which is a bit bordered by the immortal tingling, which is already unnoticed there is something strange; The eyes are more like dripping stars.

In any case, the soul has a new bone bridge smell, massive silence, and it is not yet aware-at least for the time being-whether we have been a fashion beast on the altars of our strained everyday life, or just a casual Yorick-mood?! "Because suddenly, the order and system of intent-by-intentioned order and system run, while the mass army of conscious madnesses often dart."

It is customary to guide silent wildlife on halves to know their own place in the world, which may seem, which may seem, becoming more shallow, superficial, and small. - Axis, medium, or if you like balance can be the writing, text, books. Rather, rather than some self-sufficient, deliberately exhibitionist celebrity-idiot.

Because Hübris, Sanda Döjf, pumps into a sticky small camp of the fake, dizzy, and rogues, which the simpler average does not even know if he dares to believe anyone even.

The Universe's balmy blood molecules, its invigorating growl, are fading. Two loving hearts beating as one are echoing secretly even silently in the stifled silence. Like a glass, a zealous, greedy Being, like tiny glass beads on the sacred surface of waters, s form rings of years from solid, advanced thoughts to a massive imagination! The dusk-dark purple cloak of the descending, like the blood-red holy drink of the Gods, embraces the bodies of immortal loves with a petal touch! "You know, they're still asleep awake, and yet the benign, buzzing dream sickness gently surprises them with their aimless deception!"
 
They can no longer see each other in the confessional mirrors of superstitious moments - but two sentient souls who, as the bride of their secret vows, have forever engaged the Universe among themselves! The darkness is knocking from the outside, approaching, and from the chasm of shadow-depths a new candle light is still guarded by a happy-satisfied gaze on the radiant unwillingness; they also gift each other’s pleasures like this!
 
- Intoxication and torture seem to be tensed and washed in harmony, even as the ice melts! They can only trust themselves and hope! In my horror-filled soul, the hurricane voice of horrible, raging despair deafens and destroys even the fragments of my common sense! Apocalyptic storms have long taught us a human lesson: "Be afraid of anyone who only hurts or speaks to you!" "The handcuffs of my incidents surround me!"
 
The light of laughing Executioner lightnings shines in unison and sinks deep into the cell! With a trembling mouth, I wanted to murmur a prayer for True-Faithful Love! His doomsday trombone freezes my beautifying words of compliment into my shipwrecked soul. Closed with my miserable misery, I listen to the bloodthirsty groans of my often pounding, perforated heart as a final judgment: where could I have mistaken my broken life?!

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.

Infinity is still waving but consciously playing with me! I'm tensed in as a toddler with a small child. I would love to caress the cheers rose finger of mornings to protect blankets - who will be able to kiss a redeeming healer on the cracked wounds of my lips?! Tamed into a tamed Hermit by this vile, interested Age with vile lies, which are not authentic! Even conciliatory serenity rarely surprises me when you can sit on my crusty heart with a few good words! The horror-like Fate is a present horror image: as a hard hard-headed, I rarely dare to listen to his words as a novice! Choke, killer Night is bribing me! I would seek refuge if I knew and know about myself: I could be happier if I let the spark-igniting joys of this Being surprise me even more mischievously!
 
On the drift of my prisoner's days, it hangs between gaps - without safety ropes - I hang on a Death-flirting, fluttering! Could no one Good and Noble have been left out of soul-torturing maxims, spiritual compulsions, would he overwhelm me with the absorbing darkness gaping even at dawn?! Most of my first joyful joy with precious and immortal deer grains
 
he had passed away, and who could have borne it with his child's eyes and received it again, and would have happily spread my arms so that I could hold the blessed, earthly copy of this Universe in my arms again!
 
Peace-crying silence cries with children's eyes at the Peace… Deceitful kidnappings; they hit and beat every day if they need the Honor wasting on the ruins! As an ugly ghost, I am scared every day by the conformity of everyday life, an evil disadvantage!

We are all interoperable! Clumps of hair cling to us at the gates of the inner, much-lost Spirit! We dream of finding a home while chasing the way of our selfish career and prosperity! Hypocritical, well-moved moods change everyone into cared-for thank you people! Who nods at the real play all selling himself for kilos and grams and his prestige squabbling! They deliberately subdue the refreshing knowledge, and the nourishment of the more curious spirits can only extend to another private life of Celeb sensations!
 
He who dares to confess in verses, when he kneels down as a sign of his faithfulness, immediately laughs with a simple wave; remains a target! The multiplied phlegm-tangled style is becoming more and more twisted by itself: those who have forgotten the Human Law and who are fair are already trampled on by indifferent arbitrariness. Idiots, giggle-etudes jingle throat-brain, hysterical kittens, whose only desire is to be able to show up in a deliberate-syrupy reality show with a self-promoting *** gesture! - All of us
 
they got lost between two points of light; With Sisyphus architecture, the tabloids and the public media are also constantly thinking about brainwashing! Sick pink will not be a balmy bronze brownness for bombarding bikini fairies lot, but even the teenage chick looks wrinkled in the artificially generated rays of solariums and thus conserved mummies! Even under their enchanting bikini line, vanity cellulite rashes occur! Easy-to-forget bachnalia ****** are struck in a whirlpool jacuzzi; but who can honor immortal love?!
 
Your little one, who has had a cigarette in his angel's mouthpiece, is potted in darkness, and irresponsible carelessness can give birth to new criminals!

The interiors - perhaps you can barely notice it - shrink into an increasingly narrow mouse -sized cage, in which the free -born soul stumbles. The image of your face is just wrinkled, washing grooves, it is not yet known whether the dirt or just aging.

Subject to reflective misconceptions, not only who you were, but nowadays increasingly who you could have been; They are very ******* with unbreakable threads, as are the habit of tied fools, or the pigs taken to the slaughterhouses, and you can't understand yourself; In the old, grotesque world in which you were forced to prosper as if the cross -sections of the interior were becoming more and more scarce.

You could hardly recognize the smells who just stopped by you, that you. Is it good or malicious to a person hidden in the given branded, expensive suits - at the same time towing, knocking, treading, or, if you like intentionally, it is necessary to not only only the Alamus ants in this world, but also the unworthy Caesar.

There is no one who can speak to you as a wisdom of libraries, and you would listen to you with interest, because you would feel from the inside that you can trust it, so you can give it to your true, real simple word. - The memories of the soul that are embedded in stories so they quickly fall out of bribes.

There are no abandoned houses to be considered home. On the sharp pebbles or is forced to balance while your legs are wounded by the stone; It would be good to have an inner map that leads to an encrypted guide that would whisper the one-to-one as a gullible heart: maybe it can't be too late, maybe someone is waiting for you!

Shadows cast a price on me like a nervously raised bow string; curved mirror tiny, miturgist dwarf! My childhood is always listening to me! In the grip of a confused, uncertain Tomorrow, Loneliness falls on me at any time! Happy rains in your drops of tears I can not find myself! I exist even when I have to hide in disgust; the flock of insane people will not let go unless I surrender to My Truth! Who will hold my hand in a starless, eternal night? Who raises to comfort me, lest I fear the conscious uncertain ?!
 
Cowardice that wakes up in such hesitant movements and I can't know what it's worth in me ?! - Teach and subdue this **** World where one immediately sells the other and the Honesty of the People is a squeaky matchstick! Only once would the cry flare up into Nothing, which cannot be bribed; my journey could only be by someone next to lead me through the flames of danger! The shimmering moonlight palms to death, yawns at me in countless emaciated Solitude; with my selfish, petty life, konok defies! Height s Depth back again and behind me sensation-biting cats chirping with two jaws!
 
The madness of fame in the lives of ordinary souls is a contagious and condensed way; Times rolled sawed Hamlet's skull cherished by Yorick; among mazes, I am still rethinking my fragmentary options! The silence of the stamps will take me and the coral flower will not be obligatory; We should confess with apostolic lunatics who have remained faithful to themselves! "A shabby fugitive is looking back at me like a deliberate fugitive from the skin of a nightingale panther!" I am building a world on my own and I cannot show it to anyone!

In dazzling winter, like a cowardly creeping animal, with padlock-dreamed dreams, he waits in silence for helping friends, but no one comforts him! Preserved fear sits in the depths of desperate hearts, and ladies, paraded ladies laugh at their polite chivalry when they greet them with hand kisses! His future is still confused; they were carried full of fog and the opportunities for him to prosper were stolen from under his feet! He would roar, almost so wounded by his humiliation shake, but his mouth would turn blue into the fall of silent shackled tears!
 
He lives here as a strange herald; just referring to yourself! Dagger-raised business hands raise a dagger against it, even the coolers tread the trajectory of in ambush! As a begging vulnerable, he loses his fertile silence in a storm of misunderstanding; it has broken its way with words that have become rotten, vile mortality is fighting for itself and many are entering into their everyday bribery! Happiness will be a guest of Happiness even on night-long nights! "With a destiny-closed soul, you must always enter this calculating world on your own and know if you are burning a candle from two halves, if you cannot step through the steps of a needle!" Like the treacherous orphanage of willow trees - a shivering fear overwhelmed who feared this World with fear!
 
Benevolent shadows in the Universe bend like dark petals, their digestive trust is fueled by omniscient Loyalty! A translucent drawing will be set in stone for many useless dreams; pure instinct will protect your being like another bastion extreme! "With free faith, though, it can be just a silent point," he stumbles further and further.

Based on our timing, I don’t remember if it was possible to change things: Perhaps hard-won, blind-biased prejudices, cheap morals eroded the poetics of honest student faces: Ignorance is also affordable with knowledge! - perhaps a line of wise prophets hid and surrounded themselves, and the Truth could only listen in their hearts! And as a decipherable secret figure is a eloquent hieroglyph: Hopeless tangles and tears stretched out on people's faces.

that the myriad of literature, studies and books could all be futile tests of the ladder's knowledge! Maybe everyone was just waiting for the other, asking to have a confidential advocate, a beautiful testimony that they could still have the sure, happy “Few”. He was himself among the great colloquium and the rift

the unbreakable standstill: the voice of the prophets was heard by the Spirit at the time — yet elsewhere it could have been just the Essence — the Judgment has thickened into a judgment: Your voice, your physique tub, must go, so can you! The dynamic, overstretched air has made everyone nervously upset, ruined!

He saw and knew obligatory teaching materials in the crossfire of common sense and interrupted, inquisitional gazes, a torn redemptive moment. - And although we always cheered two steps ahead of Chess and Matt to be different - Our fate was still common, like the sword of Damocles (petty) hovering over our heads in a duel that could easily be sacrificed over our heads. I was a silent flint in combat and passive resistance,

and I may have been the sharpening dolomite of sabers. "From now on, the world lived from this, the barriers of common sense fell apart outside us," there was no repayable, retaliatory punishment, and punishment! At our feet, the trampled, ruined Beautiful Hopes were dying: None of us said, only the Silent, that the possible Tomorrow would dawn, according to our time.

What a fertile serenity. Maybe a time of immortal fulfillment, that’s why he’s so content. Harmonious move here now. cherished unnecessary activity as a caring parent of Time! - We're still here; in the realized immortality of the Universe, imprisoned, in each other's hearts, in their consciences.

Walled in the prolific tunnels of our blood vessels. - It's unnecessary to talk here, it's not appropriate. Then come the gray-worn everyday, - voices enviable and jealous of our happiness. Just living for each other, hoping; to forget the Heaven of Existence - the most important moral act: To live and appreciate love, to live as long as possible!

How many hopeless, transient moments chewing on the eternity of error: more and more certain can be given by the unconditional oath of allegiance of a given emotion! The pounding messages of hearts live side by side like ripe apples in the secret gardens of Hesperides!

And when it suddenly cools down, it tears to pieces like an empty, meaningless ******* with the given love, omnipotent emotion, maybe inside and inside, we'll just be like the undead! We all embark on a long journey of emotion: Deceptive, empty promises, free return: where perhaps the answers to promised kisses can be bribed!

"The broken insecurity, the impasse of trust, should be left behind me." It is a great blessing and a rare fortune to confess the sincere Faithfulness, which shakes the blood globules of molecules in the tunnels of cells. With true faith, a raised head, yet human humility!


The Spirit and the Heart want to play drums, effervescence, boil like cauldrons, merge, and merge into one, if we dive into each other's planetary eyes!

The man of today is resourceful if he shortens the long-promising day with a furfang! You know, it licks in a drift, but with a pale self-tanning cream it evokes the luxury of being available in a small country! It was and will be old, heartbreaking, intoxicating nostalgia, if you can imagine making its fences out of sausage for everyone! His blood boils up quickly and if you don't take care of yourself, he collapses tachycardically in the air-conditioned solitude of gyms and falls to the ground! Amazon fairy blues smile, posing above him: the shoulder species of their displeasure are immediately rearranged too!
 
Life-lie collections are inaugurated in careers also deliberately seduced! Being is the battleground for everyone; every little style of revenge comes from an instinct of balance! "Many people who didn't sell themselves spend the night in the rejection salon!" Accidental splinters settle in teary eyes or unpleasant itchy pimples on the backs! The Alien left by man is being thrown out everywhere! Everyone is playing and selfishly polishing their own well-being! "Whoever is attacked by sincerity of sincerity is perhaps even self-critical, and is almost always blind when they meet the True One!"
 
Shrewd, careeristic ants already cross each other's paths, if anything is said about their prevalence! It will be the nebula flower that develops under the bulbs, deliberately culminating in the contagious gloom of time! Sleeping rose in a glass coffin with a very hard-chewed cheekbone, and first of all, it asks everyone for a mandatory income! His heart-fidelity pretty much no longer binds anyone! Confessing the Truth in self-defense and staying in the Land of Goodness Nobody is always the hardest! - In an motionless, *****-gray mirror of water, an orphaned little child stares at us in his fears.

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!

It was as if the Sun had once made an atomic attack on us: I looked at the blurry heifer patch of the universe and saw the knife-pointed light as a blinded wound! The Last Supper of Suicides, a heatwave-craving heatwave - an artistically composed, pearly sticky death! "Believe me, as stray drunk staggers who don't know about ourselves;" suspected, necessary malice!

I am commanded by tyrannical obedience to do what I could and could not do as I crush like walnut armor: I was tense in the rage of unemployment. - My mission is simply to leave footprints in the cradles of cultures as modern as possible!
Like the all-obsessed woodpecker, who with obedient indifference tolerates the watched stabs of thorny arrowheads; my essential eyes are wounded by the ray, the last straw flame cut from the sky, with lost anger - the public harakiri is already a public matter here! And they leave no spark of dignity to the innocent!

***-licking chorus echoes, "We're embracing, just wait patiently for your destiny!" "Counting hordes of enemies would grin their hyenas after the prey of cheap acquired columns!" Here the sudden-fame and the clown-stupidity is going on now! When will there be a well-deserved place for our valuable earthly things, which will last longer and be more lasting than the sure iris life?

Romance grinds mocking and rustic slangs: ,, Good ***! Are we going to bed? ” "The knightly-minded idea and deservedly polite English etiquette, puking here, has already become a miserable *******!" The heightened raging hormone nucleus of adolescence, the testosterone explosion is bubbling in everyone: a real dignified

there is no place for dignified, noble emotions - it is forbidden, and a bigger problem is that abortion: conception and the prodigal, irresponsible vulnerability of existence: Crying angels sink into garbage cans, abandoned paper baskets into eternal hunting grounds. - Mothers, too, are worthy Saints.

Self-depressing, bloodthirsty, lost wolves! Who won more in tearful battles: Who gave their tears as a sacrificial offering in return, or who wiped them away in icy death consciousness?

Shame-weeping precious sorrows are embodied in the tear-battered trenches of my eyes! Annihilated Figure withered between the treasure chunks of dwindling sunbeams - I find myself less and less! Hiss has an abundant alley-scented, ominous Tomorrow in which snake-tongued weeds and hyena hear a killer-marching laugh! The far-gliding count of rich minutes is busy on the dial of the tick-clog clock!
 
My bed - if I don’t care - will be embedded in a bottomless abyss for me! - Fattened by the noises of Darius, this great World of Indifference is puffing: my heart is becoming more and more lonely! Grumbling, annoying, "some" temper swearers scare me at whom Literature has become a useless useless thing! That's why I'm deliberately running behind my pilgrimage walls! Her lung-pumping lung pumps rattle a expelled Silence! Midnight Wraith Shadows Evil Down Ghost Dance! What else can my crocodile tears falling like a shower tell anyone?!
 
For the time being, I am holding my growing pain as a guard, swirling to myself! Scraping my soul in the shelter, it rides like the food of a rodent, sanda worm-parasite, can be obtained from ***** of blood molecules - while it demands and dictates in me! "I once received eternal service to the angel wings of sensitive dew!" Fearful, soon the Nivan-Soul will flirt with nothingness, and if we don't appreciate the rain enough, the simplified razor blade can get in the way! - I would like to give my precious tears as immortal glass beads to my Beloved while on this earth and to know: I could not live in vain…

A dangerously shrunken
Sififus world all,
cursed weight mountain as colon
puts on us, hanging on
over our body-soul up to
an iron hook or tweezers.

The average man
rather intentionally
closes toward yourself,
that even out of accident
nor can they recognize it,
don't have to
Others are curious-moss
he is finally revealed in his eyes.

The plans set,
petty, compromised
goals everywhere
rather closed doors,
Blind windows are welcomed,
for just certain
can be with key exclusions
Nowadays, anything to do now;
the mediocre kliss,
also
he is puzzled by one
*** kick, kicking,
or walking with muddy shoes
on cleaned situations.

The presence is old,
yellowed envelopes
certainly
harder to expand,
to see
The lack of care.

Steaming blade
next to the toilet
Even though it is so,
that for a thousand forints
It is only possible to let go of our *****;
black cat rushes over
from one corner to another
in his mouth maybe mouse,
or rat.

Between depth and height
halfway just just
a fading, thin
strip is visible,
which is getting easier
as a thin thread
You can break at any time.

As a dark bowle
El-Elgulul is still used,
over balding heads
guilt and shame petty,
pathetic alchemy.
Wasp
Tirgishada
chews on colonies;
between themselves the maps
they are also divided.

The tattooed brainwashed consciousness
- Fearful -, only rarely
may be responsible for better decisions.
Gross
The prison-smelling human soul!
The infinite emptiness
flawed spiral
Slowly consuming everything!

The final and only Peace, cooperation and understanding should finally be learned, and the child should not be slapped with slaps. The leap of clean, sober thoughts into the stalk, which cools the nuclear fissures of heated, aggressive tempers. Or just maternal, nursing care. The momentum of unconditional, grace-sharing love, the curvature of the immortal arc that can reflect the One Essence: Finally calm, not raging chaos, madness around me!

A clean, innocent, and babysitting nudge that patches the potholes of my desperate self-pity, chasing away threatening storm clouds of trouble! Acceptance, understanding. Instead of a whip-shower of mocking swear words, wise, patient all the way through listening! I would like a harmony like cliff eagles modestly distributing their hard-earned food on top of mountain cliffs: Air-free winged wanderers.

From a human point of view, to discover the diamond-like, flickering candlesticks of the shooting stars - because fatal marching and confusion has prevailed since common sense, and the footprints dug a fence-ditch, a fist-and-brainer, and few jobs. Killer claws squeezing the benefits of strained, thick wire hedges that damage rusty tears, knocking on secure doors to win the keys that redeem from a stifling debt spiral

where prejudice and incomprehension do not answer the question - and instead of the camp of bagatelle bargains, the indisputable need for universality of Morality accepts it! But when? Where? And how? The same meaningless song: ,, A job has been filled! The choice was not for you! ”

- I would set out clinging to the beautifully ringing roast-pigeon promises and plunge into the lost chasm of the twisting catacombs: But I preserve the law of my principles and defend them as my only treasure of destiny, in the possession of my conscious fall!

Loneliness has struck many times, even if it was a chronic, unexpected heart attack, in the catacombs of subconscious existence something may have happened once before birth; as if in the mutual exhibitionist role-playing that is now spreading like wildfire in the World, most people have been reduced to mere petty, corruptible tools by the weight of everyday life.

He clings uselessly between the gaps of seconds, because the persistent guilt of lives clothed in bodies pursues him for an entire mortal eternity. The stubborn-childish resistance that was called persistent has long ceased to exist in rebellious hearts: the time of nothingness has now come, he has been able to viscerally learn the nature of his chains that bind him in a tangle during his manhood dressed as an old man, the trap of vanities surrounds his conscious perpetrators.

Because almost everyone has known for a long time what stupid flock-admiration and love are good for, it is still easier for brainwashed sheep-betov to submit the formulas for sunken budget deficits. Late wills cannot yet prove the unfair judgment of a deliberately forgetful, stupid posterity. Stepping on nothing, fate will sooner or later only be fulfilled.

Now cosmic nuclear barking dogs are barking at a frantic pace in the corridors of the Zhivág wind; unconscious drunkards, ready to stagger, wander among dead souls, even false prophets give up the idyllic illusion-weight of memories, among the troubles of historical incompatibilities, we should be plucked like tadpoles among profit-devouring predatory fish, powerful sharks. Who was the hired hand and who was the lying subject?! In their squinting eyes, a false sympathy, a malicious gloating, a narrowing suspicion all at once growls; nothing and no one can be rock-solidly certain anymore. To sense the telepathic, visceral loathing, like a malicious, nauseating ***** odor.

My blood rebelled against you: The mark of the One One or the exalted ones shone on your Pearl-shaped forehead! "Mischievous, kacky Saint lights were playing in your eyes, and my victim, you know, was heartbreaking." The dazzling, sharp knife-tip yarn of millions of sunlight trembled on the beautiful arch of your lips! How good it would have been to have the artful snow fields of your skin now with a thirsty flame of kisses

to envelop and know: Our silent heart beats with the immortal Universe at the same time - your vulnerable, girly smile, fit, virtuous will never show up again: Your radiance slowly fades around me into memory, an elusive dream - focus on killer crossfire!

You would still apologize, you might explain everything with your mouth - "That wasn't the case!" Please forgive me for being caught around by storms of passion! ” "I'm afraid there will be no boarding on the love ship several times!" You would have to dive into the all-forgetting, fast-paced flow of Being - so I can forget you forever! Your eyes have become relentless fireballs, my compliments to you: Empty word thumps, thrown-out, meaningless improvisations like the bottomless well of lovers from which the desire to get rid of is sure to be doubtful! “The glorious candlesticks of the long-cherished heavenly bliss have gone out in you; that you could be happy and satisfied - whenever you wanted next to me? Your anger as the icebreaker of the Antarctics as the assassin of ruthlessness has suddenly hit your heart - and it will take a lot of time

while in the spinning of mortal grains of sand you will recognize your missed opportunity for yourself! You might finally realize that the immortal flames of millimeter paper production and letters were just for you, alone.

How can I build my career of opportunity over the open gap of raging Hell’s mouths? How could I prosper in the blind age of silly Celeb fools, when the pounding, unscrupulous break didn’t haunt me either !! "Roaring lava curses burned figured stigma on my sad face!" In the petty cat-and-mouse battle of humans, I fell to the ground many times voluntarily and there could hardly be anyone around me to help me! The worn-out rag wings of my idea were torn to small pieces by an insidious calculation, superficial Indifference!
 
I tried to eye etheric spaces of light in the shells of True Pearls; I could have been stunned and happy, I would have been if the rules of my survival could be just an arm's length away! The shimmering lights of linden stars are only very rarely greeted; my cared forehead around the forehead a lot of lived glass ***** rumbling in the dark! Everyday lightning shards zigzag through the waves of my existence and I still can't know
 
how can I survive the One-way to get ahead ?! Towards demonstrable Mortality flows the sparkled countdown of Being we gained at birth! He threatens to grab my menacing Unsteady Throat and not let me through my chronic drowning!
 
My chubby face fidgeted with grimaces at a defenseless little child trembling; a refreshing shower of showers shakes my relentless shoulders: a Mother-moon gaze flies away and touches me dearly and tenderly in my dreams, - then returns: the power of laughing from sparkling amber eyes echoes when a day is driven by its hibernated underwear!

I was a prisoner of a huge hospital that was seen as a giant! Alien wreckage came and went when the need arose, and the float was infected by the insecure universe, so that you can expect only limited security and shelter here! My loneliness struggled with a strange, strapped bed with a peculiar eternity. With winter hyena claws, ice flowers clung all the way to my window.

Man always stays fallible: As a cowardly bunny, I drank mice countless times too! How I waited rhymingly and stubbornly for my only mother and what a lost shipwreck I seemed then. And the vision of the morning nightmare visit fluttered: When doctors told scientists at my feet silabized my knee sutures with professional zeal.

And secretly, with a hotheaded adolescent belief, I thought that I could never feel the hope of freedom, liberation from the humbled humiliation again! The vascular map of my knee was excavated and I fainted from the zealous blood; scissors at times pinched the wound done by a car bumper scalpel. He needed proper boiling now. And no local anesthesia could use anything: Everything I could feel shook my body!

And if, then, besides my blessed mother, I can squeeze the hand of my eternal sweetheart while my blood pours richly into a syringe like a violent, bubbling stream: Perhaps I could have gained all-encompassing courage from an annihilated existence that has been so badly trampled!

If we are not careful in this current brainwashed, diluted existence, our peanut-sized brains will be ground into a nut-core mass by the many vile, slanderously otherworldly speeches, the unworthy preaching of exaggerated promises. All the undeserved blows, slaps-showers have already run around the walls of the skulls, because common sense has long ago locked the gates of the temples. The knowledge and certainty that you must live as a wanderer now increasingly batters you, then suspends you.

The infected pus just pours out of the leaking Existence-cracks, like the honey-glazed judgments of false prophets. Where is the courage?! - ask the suspicious, just like the compromised, when it would be good to hold on to the power of a helping friendly hand, or to the gaze of the Kind savior angel, because even so, there are and will be ugly days when people would rather waste away like silent stones in the oozing mass-mud than on the glue-smelling surface, from which - it may very well seem - there is no escape.

Those who can still understand a chain of connections can resist all drifting, - though not for eternity and beyond. The message of cheerful human-charmers at the benevolent words of *******-angels will also be a delusion, an illusion. The holy shackles of truth and honesty must be broken apart by a newly concluded vague contract, by petty manipulative bargaining, so that they cannot function; live and create. A wild din rages among scattered human herds; it breaks the shackles of stoic silences, with which one could still protest, because somewhere deep down one feels: one cannot sell oneself!

In the ring of memories, there is silence bribed silently: Behind its soul barricade, his life is squeezed out like a juicy lemon every day, but even then it is not broken, and he holds his faith hard! He is a self-contained, selfishly locked prisoner, yet he is forced to look down on this shaggy, swampy attitude that the vast majority has now established! They are convicted daily in public hearings; the ridiculous role of judge and accused is all measured on him!
 
You can't be a mortal and just be judged! He understood the bled pathos of human falls early on when he felt a lack of empathy! - Magnetic couscous loads are tested to attract soul-toxic Sisyphus; seven-test rocks, if pressed to the brim, not even the falling-star-eyes will cry. “Idiots disinfected with idiots are in vogue, while many are chasing the single-color rainbow for no purpose!
 
He wasted loyalty to sincere friendships and immortal Loves! He felt a lively, breathing body amid the petals-dismantling kisses superstitious of the Universe; a brain shaker that flowed out of open wounds sooner True! - In his own case, he never asked for apology or forgiveness; yet he could not serve with his life whose death they had already forgotten in his life!
 
There could be nothing to be ashamed of in the fall of Sisyphus! He died with dignity a billion times, and somehow, leaning on a stick like an aggastyan, he stood up slowly; carried the unquenchable Calvary in his shipwrecked heart! “He tried to stay clean inside so that people could say: he faced Cassandra’s ominous future many times! Living with one Spirit without deceit is a human task worthy of heart! "In our handshakes, the betrayal of Judas is secretly and insidiously being prepared!" As a final greeting, the Savior Angel also falls, falls on his face!

I couldn't grow up! Doubt shook to the bone! My vulnerable being is peeling, like the sun phobia! Brain-shrinking silly idiots echo on modern channels as clamps! Your vigilant reminder woodpecker is on your forehead! Your conscience is constantly interrogated and addressed! "Out of the desire for adventure out there, out of greed for careers, they ******* the Sanctuary of the Earth Universes!" Form breaker XXI. cheap Celebecskés dream of lustful immortality in the 20th century!
 
You can also fall out of Paradise quickly, and not just by tasting forbidden fruits! "The" camp of those who know everything better "is bouncing off me, shouting loudly! Human wrecks shrinking into fetal pores like crushing vultures and jackals are brawling in drug addicts that cause serious addictions! Even my existing cowardice in my shed little boyhood cannot be intentionally unnecessary! My onion peel self can only be reached by those who approach with empathy and friendliness!
 
The perceptible point decomposes into a thin translucent eye for human eyes: as endless crumbs, only sporty-**** titans and goddesses can kick into a ball! Snap-out, bachanaly party queens will instantly free you from your longing dreams! "You know: the Guardians could hardly stay awake, who could still be honored with their sincere friendship!" "This is how I intentionally turn to myself: a spiral inward spiral staircase!"
 
I am forced to lurk among the constantly grinning flower and gorilla heads like a prodigal traitor many times! "Even among human-shaped caresses, there was hardly a person who couldn't take responsibility for what he did intentionally!" - Disco rats offer occasional drugs and services in the form of profitable hyenas, and for those who are still looking for a place, they become pale. Jerky and phalma-manneredness developed into a way of life! Only the most successful heroic heroes can be

What am I used to? The push back and forth, the onslaught of chaotic sarcasms? Blood sponge geysers from the stained organs? Fist whitish-colored purple-pimples, cam-trenches? The singing of charmingly chirping fairies, flirtatious ladies in my childhood when an immortal emotion arrived in a single superstition, a sigh of magic?

Twilight red blood flames reflected in crystal eyes. At night, my heart cherishes nightmares and, as a strangled prison cell, I even tolerate indifference if I have to! - Is that what I'm used to? The constant dread of little boys that greets you every minute! Is the cherishing of you wasted? As a dilated crater, my broken ****** wounds all hang up, open up!

Your encouragement is needed for my livelihood. I wanted nothing more than to place my perforated heart on your fragile swan hands, and to be able to sit with you at the end of old age and soar on the heights of happiness, like a sky-whining plane flirting with the skirts of cloud continents!

I would have changed my life: for noble, chivalrous, proud purposes, because I found the secret tunnel in the hearts of ladies and listened in whispering sighs to the stray beats of our hearts!


"I wanted to be with me the one who would lay the guardian angel wings on me, if the sizzling fear greeted me again, he would share my sorrows and joys with a cherished maternal understanding!"

It is increasingly limping or shattering, Mihasna's Perpatvar, Vocabulary preaching is an obsco of the long -brainwashed thoughts. Because almost everyone already knows, or at least guessing that chess steps - sure, sure - should be harmed with a higher power, and do not press unnoticed the certainly prepared, symbolic red button that can deliver a giant mushroom cloud.

They put on the infinite, illusion sheet of lies, if necessary, if not, as if the human soul would have been more ancillary loss or a commodity to its waist; There are plenty of people who may even have a weedwriting in fruit flavors with a calm heart, as it serves their wise interests. It is as if they get used to it in the cells to be angry with themselves in the cells, not just the world that has become a place.

Because all depths, falls, are also a mouse hole in itself, from where it is not possible in the spiral labyrinth circles, as they deliberately removed the clamp-opening, redeeming keys to existence. Rather, everyone is deliberately nesting in the tuna indifference and forgotten behind their fence, where the silence has long been filled with dirt. Temporary immobility, like some silent betrayal, enters the pores of the mucus skin unnoticed.

See emerged from the past, then suddenly disappeared again; I taught my half-knee to humility before him! I volunteered, bowing down. That swan-white mischievous face, that chocolate color that weaves like a fine strand of straw that disappears into the darkness of the night, forced and interrogated by the Truth! She had to melt disarmed from his smile!

And I had to think: In these bombarding, sensory-igniting minutes, what will happen to me when I can no longer see the smile of pride-igniting wounds? "It was an imagined dream, a distant imagination, only He ruled over my head, my heart!"

I was amazed: I was secretly surprised that he had not shared the secret, inner word of his heart with me — I could only watch and destroy the kiss of others as it melted, destroyed devotionally, and flooded with tiny details of our immortal Universe; that maybe I could have been happy with you!

"Now what else can I say: Alien exiled as an outsider?" In my place, a lot of roosting roosters would tidy up their own porch, and now I am forced to face a destroyed end result incessantly! Isn't that weird? The half-naked young man tried to believe in fairy tales, but his love affair, like a serious illness, overthrew his proud, sublime throne of existence! "He thought foolishly that I would confess all the insignificant bagatelle secrets, and honestly

holding hands forever, perhaps we could walk together through the macadam paths of the unbridled World!

Fragile objects of love shine like licked self-confident smiles in the vortex of doorways! It is no easier than to deceive sincere tears by deceiving them! They are dizzyingly exciting, arriving with uninvited guests in the smile of a V.I.P. party, they don't even notice pathetic hamsters and Alamus hedgehogs! With rainy, big curious eyes, each would voluntarily offer their lily sanctuary if the macho were recommended as a trendy fashion by counting gyms!
 
They sell the virtue of their salvation without a word! With seductive eyelash vibrations, the better-looking party faces are under siege, and the universe experience, which has been declared permanent, cannot be retaliated either! They are constantly haunted and deceived; the easy popping of bra straps echoes in a balmy night! For an indefinite time, subsistence and cheap running will be in vogue!
 
When will the real anthem of the revealed, childish faces be fully visible behind the many serviced make-ups and powder powder?! "When will they wake up from the preserved and insidious self of fame?" The light-hearted faucet Soul is still spacious: it holds business interests and calculating cedar! Who, with his head bowed, can walk in silence, in a burning dirt-red, can only enjoy virtue among men among the Cowards!

"Behind our face, behind our vulnerable foreheads, it is rare to see exotic flower threads!" As a hedgehog, the crunchy, little boy orphanage is easily misunderstood! Out of frightened gazes, the late and long-lasting roar of lightning are all lurking alone! "Can there be another redeeming, pure gaze on the earth, healing spiritual wounds with his petal-heart and selfless giving?!" Today, Pilate and Crédo are just as compatible! A jealous heart can know the superstitious beauties and be a burden in the forest of ****** relationships!