In the depths of murderous silences, the haunting dawn gradually grinds its teeth: the Brain dreams of love when everything is forgivable! Old-fashioned pink-syrupy worlds thus rest in sentient hearts; singers' immortal poet-soul circulates in boats! Sparkling sparks still keep the eloquent listening deep in the hearts! From the milk mist of growing nights, when can the only Dear one come to give us, who cherishes the eternal child in us? You are asking your destiny while rebuking yourself: what could have ruined you so far that you have sunk your Will into yourself?!
 
The cheapened era of endless promises will be heard through the glass of your windows! The shadow of the depths often swings from the otherworldly surfaces of the walls! It always embodies, but the Dream itself grinds! He often got lost among your shouting thoughts; gap-idiot Celebrity chirps chirp even more jerky party faces chirping! The looted intellect is sobbing when it has to be; comet lights to pieces! Your inner, dying light also falls asleep like a suffocated flame!
 
The expected happiness cannot be achieved! The stuttering of days is still cold! Your beating, heart attack heart has long been rusting! Let them dust off, let them shake off if you do the beauty in the way of knights! The narrative petals of bouquets of flowers fall into tears! Jingling at you staring at the infected Present! Even your sparkling hopes are already sinking! The never-before-promised Promise superstitious lips have been overwhelmed by the giving of the Word! Crusher Times are a breath of dust or just, but you still exist

The Golden Horse of the Present cannot be collected by man these days; he would rather let his own selfish footprint, which could have at least testified to his having lived and existed here, be lost and lost in the silent Times. His dry soul is simultaneously squeezed by the bittersweet tears of sorrow that rise from the depths of his gut, which he has always shed for Someone, and never for himself.

He knows about himself: the freshly cut green blade of grass will sooner or later bury anyone, even if he is careful. Where have the cheap, petty plans of the day after tomorrow's scheming gone?!

Desire was a deliberately shortened vanity, just like the instinct instilled in biology, because life itself had become increasingly complicated, and the appearance of tolerance, which we wished to possess by right of birth, could hardly be endured, because it would be good to tattoo question marks into the window of the vile blind mind, so that there would be light in the brainwashed Gorgon heads.

The footprints of those leaving and those arriving - I fear - cannot even meet halfway; it seems as if man himself, as an idle observer, were constantly postponing the unexpected landing, which would still be left from his shallow lifestyle. Because the painted parody of the future, nicknamed the future, seemed to have long since nested itself in the mud of possible tomorrows!

The turbulent river of Time is still beating, foaming, collapsing in on itself, kneading and walling its victim-members; at once challenging and provoking. The confused, confused outline of the uncertain future is becoming increasingly confused, barely visible. The driven night is still flying the bats of our own greedy wall, because the invisible Fate also writes its own rules of the game, its indecipherable symbols; the delicate mockery dictated by the horoscopes, which can be guided, is - I fear - no longer believed by the dog. Balanced on a double spiral track imposed by evil powers, fate also drifts a little with all its steering towards oblivion.

The deceptive mysticism finally vanishes from man, as the only net of mystery; mysterious, dissipating noses lurk beneath me, because one no longer knows who is friend and who is foe. One could be more relieved if one were lulled into self-loathing by the crystal-clear and always honest destruction of love. - The repressed night is the typical question-answer of the prophecy, the hoyan, and while the hieroglyphic flight of the bats destroys situations of existence, every day on the earthly orbit of the evil powers, everything must be started anew.

It is also worth being wary of life's wagging tail, because it is not possible to keep on wagging back every five seconds; the safety rope of the air gymnast's raging frenzy has run out, deliberately cut under the legs.

You have already been left alone in love: Foolish, in your immortal emotions, where you never had the courage or the courage to enclose you in the lap of your imagined dream lover, and comforted you with your kissing dreams. On a slightly dusty wooden table tub, your poor objects will only yawn at you: Who you once called “my sweetheart”, your only photo on a spacious map of stars if you’re still looking at a terrace from memory!

You can no longer hug her fragile swan shoulders, and she won’t be waiting for you with a charming smile under your shelter blanket while you bring her breakfast. Do you ever remember the silly moods of the beautifying ensemble years spent together?

Along with his past dreams, this too was destroyed by oblivion! It was dawn, and the icy flowers on your window, like accusing, judgmental guards, silently criticized you as your window teared bitterly in the vapors of hot air. November, now you see for the first time maybe the remaining fragment of your life fell to pieces: The fate of the two of us has turned away and maybe there can no longer be a common connection,

there are no memories or footprints left in your heart! "It was impossible!" You believe yourself, the thoughtless, milky-mouthed emotion. And yet I believed in you and supported you, who could know what we were looking for behind each other's tense heartbeats! I would have brought down a shining comet from the gloomy sky to shine on your left finger always, and in your conscience a new paradise

kingdom to be born, - it was too beautiful, I know for a long time today, and it is unbelievable that we would have appreciated each other hand in hand: Invaluable yet tiny crumb moments of our existence.

my own heart, the Quyothe of the Guardian Loyalty is thirsty for someone! I narrowly miss the haunting shadows of raven-feather nights when I think about how much I missed everything and missed the lovable connections of Being! How vulnerable every tiny human story has become, and one by one I would have escaped myself from the hyena-throat of fears that, like a fluttering herd, moan soul-splitting!
 
In me, maybe it's just the spent Pearl of Truth Human! My own flesh eats up my flesh and feasts moderately on my heart attack. If I were a true Man - I was already annihilated and I had to arrive at the scene of my selfish humiliation every day so that I would not descend into a arrogant slump! Sometimes I still feel the depth of my soul buried, crusted in the depths of the trench, I still guard and protect the vulnerable, shaky Child! Instead of the claws of self-milling, self-marking remains for the time being! The frantic shards of the scared tiger-flame Moon slit his flame arms into the wall of my room while constantly hurting and hurting me too! I’d rather be Robinson’s hermit, an all-survivor than a brainwashed, jerky idiot who drowns himself to a low standard every day to claim and grab his five-minute reputation pathetically but at all costs!
 
Indifferent and superficial In the hay of interest, I would rather not be a Victim - but in emigrant loneliness I am constantly protesting for Man until the pain can alleviate! With a vigilant-killer gaze, the World if I let him, ”he gritted his outstretched teeth at me,“ and once wouldn’t have asked, ‘Could you help?!

In my happy Marsyas youth - since I am not much more hairless now, Love existed only as mutual fear and dread! Selfish love was Judas kiss Nothing else! The secret rupture lurked in his mouths, and in the moments he offered, the tongue remained silent so that he could mow down his relentless theses! The Eye blew tears, and the fear of the house rooted in our feet,

that in a fraction of a minute we became traitors to the sure Universe - and we didn't regret it, because it was good: We did the first ****** then! The silence whispered secrets over our heads: Our punishment is returned as stigma wounds by the eternity of our day! And where the wooden bridges of the heart were scorched by the compromising betrayal, there were vultures ranching! And because fragile existence has now begun to destroy the remaining stumps of the heart - all stateless

rehearsal: Momentary immortality ended sooner with the Act; We let ourselves be defeated: We cannot control our human brains, our complex and upset emotions. And that Mercy and grace are truly Human-hearted? Doubt and hopelessness endlessly carry out Prometheus' distrusts: There is no and cannot be a sure point in Life - one cannot know the laws of invisible decisions. It only vegetates with its life among those who exist meaningfully!

- In the end, we get out, - this time surely from Existence, that we did not dare in the eyes of the cathedral instead of the truth of our words; Whine confessions: Your lack is chasing suicide for sure, with stubborn stupidity about how much I love you! - I finally stayed what I was:

 Eighty-five percent of his body is a hairy-bodied forest dweller, to whom Being has immortally given a single nymph look, and who, because he had a slightly unfavorable physique, could only message in poems instead of the War of Kisses!

For lack of a better person, people with a charismatic heart, with their slapped morals, they are all guiding themselves in a web of petty lies! Everyone's own, vivid echoing voice whispers the judgment in their brave-bold-listening ears: every repulsion, trampling is already legal and legal! And the fact that little people are miserable is a big fish pipe responsibility! In the Garden of Eden of Others, the life of phlegmatic celebrity jerks grows with disgusting success! But you can still live!
 
On the side of Barbie dolls in luxury speedboat categories, with back-moving biceps and barely hazelnut brains, Titans stretch! Everything is played, falsely disbelieving! The unruly heart is already bleeding a little more! Miss zero tolerance Dear! Just be careful Sweet! With its shapely garlic **** and stiffening heels, the gutted manhole cover is also a life-threatening area!
 
It is so self-contradictory on every level of denial Being that in its grotesqueness it is more mournful than pitiful! Greedy initiates foolish actions only so that he alone can win in the camp of unlimited usable credit cards! "Names that have been overthrown in the dark are forgotten by intentional, useless rogues!" It’s hard to turn from the Avitt era of the undead to ensure his survival, he carries out laws to his liking and breaks loopholes!
 
He is entangled in his stupid traditions with a deliberate propaganda purpose; it also tends to gnaw at its semi-preparatory future, except that it does not have to continue to agree! And because he always thinks that behind his victories, which he believed to be lasting, there is always the assured danger of the fall of Prideful! "That's how the famous Nobody lives today!" They are eagerly awaited in their hearts when they can joke with commonplace, cheap simple sentences

Help is less and less coming from a knife-throwing hand backwards! Account for the perpetrator of the victim too! They are believing the freelancer with outlets! There are no longer organized forms in the breaking of seventious garments, but intentional, ugly flirtation prevails; in their murderous conquest, Alpine jokes are also immersed and then deliberately immersed! - Through dazzled sensationalist-eyed eyes, the Simplified Man also searches for obtainable Dreams! Tired and cared for its existence! Squeaky loves Gentle kiss, kind emotion becomes a moment in the stations of the Universe!
 
We are alluding to ourselves in the lunar moonlighting between our lies; collisions of intent rarely end in a romantic way! Any vacuum is already unbearable; if the treasure Dear flaming smile cannot welcome the flaming dawn! - Subordinate Fates disintegrate and evaporate! Traveling sorrows are reflected in testifying eyes; over-dramatized, brain-gesturing gestures still prevail on the stage of raging swings! Where might the playful smell of childhoods labeled innocent appear?!
 
Why does it exist that responsibility is being deliberately forgotten today? In a reprehensible, murderous look, insidious complicity flies and waits quietly: the benefits of trophy opportunities are worthy! You should win a kiss through petals and not for intent! In a period of foreseeable end-expectations, I would enjoy conscious, compassionate consolation: as mothers ’response to the heart-echoes of child-voices!

Freedom of appearances - you don't even realize - drunk, and later, in your durable disillusionment, is drowned much later into permanent nausea. With stolen time, you may not always be able to treat 100%even so; You move in the orphanage of your closest familiar friends, as if you were no longer there, or just intentionally linked the lines of a pathetic, small -style life.

You think you are compromised with yourself, and that the curved mirrors were telling the truth when they showed a false torso image; Behind your childishly horned-naive face, the waves of decades echo silently, incessantly. At the zebra, the urge to commit suicide is caught; When should you step out of this confused, superficial world so that you wouldn't be able to live here?!

A lost romantic moment -if it had been -could hardly compensate for so many stigma seals; They said that they had not been fired now, only forced the expensive suits in a temporary exile, which you even openly know that it was always a roar.

It would be good to cling to the unbridled scream of seagulls, but feel that you can fly and discover new places from the very, very low, lean severance pay that the powerful directors have been pushed to you. - True, true! Now you are just a ruined debris wall, a tile without a fugue that can fall and break on the ground at any moment.

You know, it is not good for a long -term shortage or the everyday brainwashed indifference; Rather, stay yourself and don't believe in unnecessary rumors that things will change! Do not have a condition in your existence or as if!

In addition to the delight, the head of the Komis tyrant immediately struck the rampant selfishness, which was handcuffed with the desire for possession of possession; While some have a fulfilled miracle for others, the unexpectedly fulfilled nine months of eternal watershed is an unworthy ending of a happy, forgettable idyllic era, as men are wild, beasts, and still selfish, because they can imagine the little men on the way to Placentan's tunnels , but the demanding, greedy desire for possession that deprives most of Mom from loving a man as her own child.

, Sweetheart! I don't want a kid! Another colloon on my thick neck! "Said the insulted vanity from the mouth of the Test Testeron Tithan, then walked smoothly from the life of his beloved lover in a smoke. He didn't even look at the hospital's obstetric ward to ask how and how they were more expensive With all the treasures of the world.

The whispering baby whispered in his cherished arms with stubbornness in his cherished arms, as if he had a full right to get the absolute love finally and then keep it to himself. He eagerly ****** in the life-fitting breast milk, and while the beautiful pregnant mother, who recently complained about how she was going to be a pregnant, disgusting ball in the bikini on the beach, now finally understood that she could get the most beautiful gift she had can ever hold.

So the pregnant mother became a little half-adult, half again child, and she felt in her heart how the universe was just a dance of instincts, and later meat-blood. And while the relationship break, it seemed, it was never more radiant, balanced and happier!

The Alliance of Old Friends seemed to be renewed again when the mobile rang: "Don't be sorry, but you could come in! I became a baby! "-and the long-forgotten, adolescent adolescents suddenly started flaming again. It came with a human-height teddy teddy bear and meaningful broth. There was no need for words that were unnecessary.

It multiplies itself into a Spirit wholly born out of nothing; staring at star-clocks seems like a fleeting minute at the Fate! The victim closes his eyes in front of his dream images of the creep of an uncertain future! In the ****** vortices of tomorrow's days, only the guards can be alert! It would be good to discover the roaring roar of your distant sea with true love, in brilliant-laughing eyes!
 
A human head shape, a congregation of grinning pebbles lurking around me from everywhere; instead of superstitious, romantic kisses nailed to papermen, the stray time quickly absorbs it! They tickle, hum, grin when our emotions of honesty have been lying for a long time! Stimulators of action set off chirping raiding, while more and more of the humble hideouts lurking in the ivory tower froze in silence! - Lava spit dropped on the full side of liar-insidious encouragers like house walls send green secretions; my heart pounding like a wounded rock deeply stopped by lightning!
 
Maybe I can’t even get rusty up the hillside anymore! My selfish orphanage has made its way nowhere in myself! My friendly handshakes, as a series of pathetic attempts to make lasting connections, are looked down upon in a selfish way: a bleak, otherworldly backdrop that many can’t eat or drink - it will soon go to heaven! This is how he will be naughty from simlis to his heart, because he is always scratching himself for himself! During the far-flung years, like the effervescence after the effervescence; there is a constant desire for lack! How many more movements remain in the memory space?

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.

You may even have trouble yourself, even if you crawl, unworthy, cherish thoughts that never come together enough; The dear angel scent, which makes you feel at the rose-fingered dawn, or a yellowed photo showing a forgotten wedding wedding in just as cozy shipwrecks as the rings of the trees that count on the constantly difficult collon weights of the past decades.

The unbearable lightness of life is shaking, not only on the broom of superstitious eyelashes, but also in the depths of the eternal childhood soul that we were deliberately did not show to others. With empty glue hands, like a disturbed thief, one gets drunk if he couldn't try enough luck. Grotesque mode is over and over again, and the endless time is finally cried back to missed minutes ...

The pigeon color dawn falls unexpectedly on us if you have to wake up to the still-stingy, coma body; His germination and instincts are even lined, perhaps they would like to wait for their destiny, if you could still watch the Book of Fate for us? The heart clock called the heart, like a pulled, timed bomb, threatens cataclysms at any moment, and it is not to reach the well -deserved retirement years. Cause and cause halfway away this way; It covers objects, petty gaps, cracks of cracks. The troubled mind is gone by the purposeless, meaningless clichés of reality: did it make any sense if you are unable to come out of your small alms paying?!

Even though you are struggling with sinners, the crowded universe is still lurking in your pockets, because you have long been in mind to ask others the big recurring questions: to make a bargain ease, everything else is a lie!

I tried everything! An emergency exit from this daredevil-barracks is rarely created for free-thinkers! The melancholy, sanda-smile of dictatorial wills roaring over our heads is handing out: a stadium, a plot, a church! Beaten, roaring roaring, even the verbal word of orphaned prophets for the Truth! Our well-founded misconceptions are not unfounded recently! In hazelnuts, deliberately shrunken brains, it is rare if you can still create a vigilant intellect!
 
I see mass misery eagerly despised by sensations and fame; public funds also change the current owner under unclear circumstances! I was already overwhelmed with the hope that every day could only be better and more optimistic! Unemployment is contagious because guarding minds have yet to boldly report with swirling languages that they are totally fed up with the current standard of living! - Bribery is becoming more and more common in everyone!
 
This Hyena-smiled, starving Age is creating its straw puppets one after another! A number of powerful lords have built tabloid plazas on the shores of Lake Balaton: the promise of amusement parks is also more of an obstacle course! As a herring, avoid massive tumors until sunny! The ring of the distressed is getting tighter! You can be disturbed by all your field strengths with every bribe application and gratitude money: Disturbance enthusiastically applauding denomination s common people! Bad blood and puffy derring-do give birth to bagpipe weeds in soul-seeking souls!
 
Stroking ***-licking is hard for me! Raising your head in the camp of morals is rare, if allowed! The suicidal railway track intended for junk is also being turned into a doormat - it may be just right for a junkyard

Under the pressure of our soles, there are increasingly sacrificial heads, who we have ever met in divine, and when they were caught and trampled on, as well as fate, as they were surplus. Kuruttyol is so many gray-color pigeons above us, while in a careless, unfriendly moment, Guáno's blood is on our unsuspecting heads. The handful of survivors started on the road, but only on the ground of realities.

There are so many celebrity-thistles on TV as a beneficial, promising excuse on TV, while deliberately shattering about the most necessary things; Antantic ants are now wearing the sincere lie, like the fake of the conveyor belt, while crumpled, liver-spotted hands stroke the judas.

Time, though, is still moving, but in broken -winged ribs, the conscious sorrow has been building a nest for some time; Instincts and thoughts are already wrapped around themselves, as they cannot know the firm conviction from their selfish, petty shackles.

Fearful in the ninive, a big city of coastal can rarely be rescued; Rather, he just tolerates his guest visitors. It is as if the soon -to -be -collapsed card castles, massive cobblestones, were falling out of our lives.

Our nails are carried into meat, as the points of contact have long been gone; It is hardly possible to hold on to more and more cramped. The soul has already been desperate, because liberated silence cannot help anymore!

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!

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.

Accelerated, dynamic life is now forced to take on new and newer figures; Development or even modernization - in many cases - is going to go or one another. The self -evident, saying visceral truth, may not exist anymore, at most, there are only shame spots, which, as a small -style, pathetic army of feces, cover mainly the averages of a shipwreck.

Return attempts also learn a new destination, as they have long realized that it would be an indifferent irresponsibility to do anything else; Because utility is certainly demanding the quota of Mihasna.

Here we live in the holy rust -hobbered, rotten rust, where in most cases - almost everyone is betrayed, betrayed, sells, feni to their own teeth, if they want to participate in the negotiations, Armani's suit, Hugo Boss neck scarf and some Prada bags.

Because nowadays there is a smile break and blindness here in total brainwashing, and the average minority man is uneasy as if he were vaccinated on the sediment; And because every mall has a real squirrel circle for four -time design, devalued commodities, which, for the sake of diversity, were more cheap in China, and then came here, and while Pakson is deceived by a nuclear reactor heater. In the meantime, imported hybrid models are operated with cheap alkaline element actions manufactured in battery factories to see if gasoline is not expensive again.

The stupid luxury of souls will be realized once in a lease, but in the meantime, these few people would have to be assigned and cut!

The given moment matures, grows and is beautifully fulfilled, the immortal radiance of the Universe with a cuneiform smile on radiant faces! Glorious-wreathed angels are now exchanging secret kisses with their beloved sweetheart: A miserable spark has ignited! "Now every coat is sprayed with ice-cold powdered sugar powder, silver lace is pulled over by bored aggastians: Giant Mountains!" "My shoes are treading treadingly on snow, and in every deliberate movement there is conscious fear and insecurity!"

He struggles with bitter drowsiness at night, still how the celestial image swirls with many cherry-lipped snowflakes; now I am not hunted by sanda s envious eyes. With my troubles-matured hoarfrost roof, my years are down, it seems to be multiplying! With its diamond teeth, Winter sinks its metallic claws into me. Unhappy happiness also dreams of new opportunities!

In my hand, the pen is still guarding more and more modestly - I don't even know: How long? And he had to wake up in the midst of squeaky whiplashes - it was like the bitter reality: to seek bread without embezzled opportunities! The proliferation of pain and disappointed self-pity self-pity will not abort you - you can't even forget it, but if you don't take care of yourself as a secret guardian, you will be digested pretty slowly.

For greater deterrence is idleness, and what comes with it: It must be pushed up and thrown away like junk ******* in the trash: As the mortality of dust grains, man smuggles biological traces into the fertile gardens of happiness.

Now maybe you can speak calmly, wisely,  
We are still with each other now,  
Now you can confess with a very calm-heart that you have been unable to admit, undress, get rid of your perpetual pessimistic, petty, low-profile childhood, which has been organically in your life, even your instincts.

Now you can confess that in the tiring, vicinity, slightly pathetic life, you have come to you with a couple of true-heart wise friends and a helping acquaintance who may not have beaten and did not make a meaningful, lying-antle promise, laugh, or intentionally humiliated, Nor did it succeed.

Now you can recognize that you have never been able to pass through the medium concept of the coveted goldsmen and the Horatius formula of things and relationships or impose a pointless to others. In vain, you preached yourself to the metaphysics of certain "basic status".

Now you can calmly get bitter, mourn your little mice that: you dare to believe yourself, deceive your naive -child good faith, Yoricki's simplicity, if you encountered a superstitious, promising girl not just seeing the supermodible, You prefer to scrape the wall in your agony for letting things take a different direction.

Now you may admit that the price of gasoline 95 is rolling new record peaks and that the BUX has made a steep fall flight every time the diplomacy has been modified, and while the food prices are four times the tofu dough

HALK METEORS

I'm afraid because I can't trust anyone, and because I'm constantly disappointed - I only exist, even in the face of purulent scars, rocking dust! I try to look inside myself: What else can the secret map of my heart hide and how can it be even more lasting in biological material than ore? The lazy and monotonous minutes of walking through the alley of Life remain mortal until then - the eternal crisis of immortality is given to the happy legacy of star-eyes!

The perforated, leaked days are spinning around, squeezing into a vise, that you can't be with me - at most just in thought - and rushing around me like an overzealous gun, the assured fear is busy! Around me - I was afraid, I had already closed everything, because I was alone in conscious uncertainty: I was a stranger. They are stretched out towards me, even stretched by the cold indifference spikes of the ice stars. The cosmos is gaping in space, the black hole isn't fiddling, because I can be a kid again - if only for fragments - and rock in my mother's safe lap! "I don't know where to go, on designated, well-traveled roads?"

There that I have never been able to walk before, or are there risk-free beasts guided by poaching hunts that alternate war messages, cheap motherhoods? Then, if the protector Someone is next to me, maybe we will start with a definite undeniable pride, and with every perception of the blind we will unravel the secrets of the uncertain unknown Doom!

And perhaps our greatest sin will be that we have not remained convulsively clinging to us even in the decisive, defining moments - and we will forgive in the crater of our hearts that priceless tears will fall from the chasms of our soul-seeing eyes like soft meteors…

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!

When Can Bird Whistle Finally Become Silence? Peace redeemed forever from universe kisses ?! Our mundane words tick like bombs only in human hearts and teary-eyed stars serve to protect instincts! Crazy in the meadows of bone fields, ku has lost his entire life, and you can never find the solutions to survival again! V.I.P. night drowned in bubble night; the slow destruction of themselves was signaled by the timed hell machine! Fragmented, the sight glasses were broken; the Present is bent on its glass tiles! Instead of a multitude of friendly faces of people, yawning skulls greeted the homesick everywhere!
 
- Our weary fears also sin against us in this way; in the cool masks of faces we often get lost if we can’t see the differences! In the shadow of our silence, we know nothing but we are fleeing! By law, Being rips out your Dreams of Silence; a line of falling shadows plunder in Time! If your faces are already cast, your soul will sin! It closes in itself the many hopeless moments through worldly labyrinths, there is hardly anyone who would do your common detour with you! - Naked squirming can squeeze so night-shroud! Moonlight bulging on an ax haunts you when you have to be alone!
 
The meaningful years listen to you as an accountable prisoner! The night of the flu soaks with you in piles of trickled lights: No-Time the conceived Fate can fall through if you are not careful! Someone is diligently tearing the shackles of your humiliation to get in! With a disgust of rotten miracles, a world that counts to the core is vomiting out there! Day-to-day sensation and fog-people are rolling and eternal Friendships are breaking up.

And then, full of that moment, and fatally, the immortal minute exploded around us: I learned to respect the lights of terrestrial star systems as he motioned for confession without sentences! I meant shaking tears, those in captivity of self-pity! For in all the unspeakable brilliance, in the crossfire of long-tolerant gazes of the arrogant: The vulnerable, halo glitter of Hope ready to renew the flow!

And then I was suddenly shocked myself: Are immortal stars created by broken beads of truth, in the barbed-wire legs of our eyes, or are they just a compass warning that the eternal and present Answers, once passed before our noses, can be noticed early on ?! One-eyed Cyclops wanderer and dream chair Sun, you could smuggle a knife-tip-ray into the rattling heart of pessimists, only Silence responds to the swampy twilight of worn-out twilight.

And for hundreds of thousands of years, it has been wandering restless and ever-moving giant in the bone-colored mirror of the ever-glowing bullet. Will there still be forgiveness and sympathy for the less fortunate in the eyes smiling with stars? - I do not deserve the glory of courage, believe me, cowardice is always the first to whom I bow my head and knee, I do not spare myself sparingly!

Well, how could I finally be brave when, instead of human-smelling furnace words, hyena-clawed contempt was won over me.

Like a shipwrecked, he clings to unknown shores on the last soul, but he may never reach shore; my throat was hoarse silently many times and my voice continued to sound like a muffled sigh! As a rodent worm for my heart attack-stressed soul, the greedy and insatiable Compulsion settles like this! I would have to, even if I had to be selfish for myself, sure of Man
 
survive! The haunting moonlight tattoos my face like shards of silent shadows! And while you ask, asking with jagged tentacle teeth useless, "What happened to you?!" "The sure answer will be written on the trenches of my wounded Face if the glass bead of True Beads trembles again in my soul!"
 
My broken body guards the burdens of tough-konokan and what many discover on me as a redemptive smile - Suffering! I feel like he is howling every day with the intention of squeezing my muscles, numbing Nirvana-Dark, erupting from the depths of Executioner of times! I am already struggling with selfish, selfish pride: how could the man-trying burdens of this Being be better solved?! Suicide - if there was one - didn't even hit a wooden stick! I cling to the consoling-hopeful shreds of blissful days like this; I stare terribly at the Report with trembling blood-eyes! The Nobody's House, which slowly frees me from everything and deliberately lootes it!
 
Wandering, fast stigma-Souls are plagued by coding, vile evenings: it would be good to unravel the chains of my ominous pains to be redeemed - I listen in the present pregnant fog of the bottomless cavity of Time that it gapes Damocles executioners!

A pre-dancer would be carved out of me in vain by the faded, sloppy World: a jerky cord! A flattered prophet and a witty eccentric, I would rather never bargain with his selfish laws if they sounded! Let the rebels breathe without me! In the open, many times I still feel bribed by my dreaded fear! As a startled little boy, I am already ashamed to go among the people who keep promising! As a disillusioned light, I would look for my prosperity, who if thrown out the door isn’t sure it will climb back out the window yet!
 
The insidious eyeball of blindfolders flashes like a loot and strikes every second; double handshake often turns into strife when there is no Eris nearby! - I ***** in the ambiguous obscurity as a stray dog and I have to beg for the pondros that have taken on human faces: "It would be good to gain experience and expertise as a friendly favor!" "One fateful day, I will eagerly be my own destiny and a compromised accomplice with a terrible organization!" The world is already facing slow motion warping; I would wait awkwardly for the right moment so that the flame of the Universe minutes could wink at me again!
 
As an unwanted payer, can the captivity of elevator shafts be left to mine alone?! Incompetent weakness surprises him by surprise; no one cares about my cared limbs! Silent, konok interest strains me and recreates my imagined dreams every day! I enter the crater of unknown moon courts in a spacesuit body and I can no longer bother that my worn shoes will smell at most! Soft intrigue, konok closure is gradually following me! Even now, as an adult, I imagine my precious Time to be spent with my loved ones!
 
The camp of the disabled did not help to find new opportunities! - Wandering mortals thrive selfishly into the gaping cavities of piles

By the age of thirty, with only a year left, he was slowly approaching, and the selfish pity of self-pity is still on the verge of restlessness. Like a hermit from Tutyimutyi, like a prisoner stuck in a cell, to whom the majestic taste, air and atmosphere of Freedom is a burden and an irreplaceable message!

A self-digesting fleshy wall, a scoop with the hopeless trials of Arthur-headed Sisyphus, he could always just try the unknown nature of things! I sent a message with deliberate, conscious fear, I escaped myself in the ruins of days, every day and finally I just got into the rotating uncertainty: Moments of fortune left you all, maybe deprived of some secret confidence, maybe permanently deprived of it!

I have not wasted the precious and precious time given down here. I still stare at Glorious tear-stars, I would have tried to find out the small secrets of my personal vulnerability.

To preserve with a susceptible and selfless soul ultrasound itself, as a seismic radar, it detects the telltale traces of molasses: S while he comforts and helps as a mother; while I do: I wash the dishes, I bake and cook, and I kiss his blessed fragile hands with the thick waterfall of my tears!

And you have not yet learned enough in the crossfires of so many conscious ordeals, bone-breaking paw turns! - In your shelter that protects the security of your home, you listen more and more desperately with your melancholy-numbness to the mortal and tormenting countless minutes of the gift: The grotesque story of every click, lost, or inaction of your life.

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

Spotlight is the Shadow; cheap, alamus fame from curious eyes that started to sting! The shipwrecked Soul stuck in the depths of the cell glows by itself like continually self-igniting cleansing fires! Witnessing true pearl tears runs away like a thin line of pencils in the trenches of torturous faces, who else can see the point?! At any moment, - if the illuminating memory has long since gone bankrupt - it can fall on us, like an award-winning plaster, the gap-widening oblivion!
 
Selfish-stubborn Chances of being can still surround you! The beautifying mea double proved to be little for them! No one with a determined will could build any son-calf palaces without a fruitful relationship behind him! In speaking your honest truths, should you be afraid of true realizations in fear ?! Or just the bred, "how am I?" - is the thread of the conversations stuck alone? Most people today still tolerate - even in pursuit - half solutions! They have to bargain again and again with their uncharacteristic lying words; if we want to make the actual changes all through!
 
Our history of pop culture will become complicit, as will the Human Being condemned to innocence! We also fall into the alms of the promises of our half-truths! Between our confrontations, everyone is already trying to compare with skill; the new ideology sermons likewise deceive hesitant witnesses, and conscious evidence goes to trial against the truth! - Listen to the compromise as many as the victim is guilty! The fattest Buddha snowmen are made of snow-white skies from swan-feather falling plaster! The lesson of empathy tolerance should be re-taught in a dimly dimmed shock

Beautiful, Shameless Lover Love: He lurks, rubs against you, sweetens the best of his ****** abilities, and pleads with determination for you: Then the Universe is already in flaming sensual hell, and the Heart is full of golden fire, and the Heart is trembling! Budding immortality appears in kisses-crossfires! His smile is disarming intoxication, and yet you know: his honey-glazed words

like the tangled winding of amber tendrils surrounds him, strangling him with his senses! It is absorbed into the secret concealment of blood craters, vascular networks and bone domes, the visionary disappointment of the senses is completely absorbed! Who has not appreciated the crumbs of minutes dedicated to the eternal, the fractions of glances, he can no longer know when the spark of the found Heureka first ignited with a secret flame at that time!

Perhaps they are already mature and old kobak for the decision: Mulya should always be honest with faith, ready to show the ancient secrets of the heart! - Two orphaned fountains of the Eye: From the richly springed craters of the Eye, angels and saints sometimes sin with tears of blood! The robbed flesh of old, truncated fingertips is eaten and eaten by the robber.

Demonstrable skepticism is already knocking in the minds of my head: can there have been once again an immortal, unrepeatable, and eternal Spark that can ignite our deceptive dreams, sincere emotions, hidden in the open gates of hearts? "I already knew, I guessed from the beginning that we hadn't talked in a long time - and yet with selfless zeal, you always are in it and you exist!" What can a vulnerable soul do if there is no stranger beside Someone to heal?

I try to question myself from a crook, well depths of self-marking, as with the only real crime of crime; that it exists and still wants to prosper. I want to cry for help, just like yelling at my chronic little age, squeezing: _ , dear! Adopt! Be my cherished mother, when all and everyone has been abandoned! "_ - I will soon be disappointed and realize that it is a literal nonsense for anyone to get on the iron gates that are not opened anywhere.

Like the law of the law, like something always moistened, the stigma-stigma-stigma's past, the stifling, strangling fragments of my past; ****** capillaries blink in my drumming heart, as if it were a malfunctioning, hard-to-repair pump that only pumps the life-giving oxygen elixir if they are in despair for a few minutes.

There is nothing cozy among the greasy hungry flowers in Paris derivatives and as much as friendly as possible; Freaky knives to see a cheap, small -style flea circus in the news, the miserable theatrical formula of everyday abandones, and the era of leeches that are dried on the bones.

Why do you have to see that the lovers were also replaced by pink ******* and expensive console angels when it was once a liberation from tons of Sififus weights that one person could look into the other's truthful eyes?!

Can we trust our friends, family members -if they were at all at all?! Don't you want to harvest with this deliberate primacy, the enforced, manipulation situations, petty situations?! "It doesn't matter if the simple average anthil is living or dying!"

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!

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!

He was deeply concerned about this step -by -step, apocalyptic earth order. Invisible, infectious, circling atomic jets are pregnant fruits and vegetables. From the harons of the rotten furrows, even the gillys and worm-fenes have long been extinct or fled. They took their tent pain like some. Modern man, with modern digital drone tools and the needle-pointed destinations of target designs, still crafts his fellow human beings.

Spirally wrapped in snake -like maze -feared -no longer and may not be a solution; Others dictate not only the statutes of the game, but also -perhaps -in the earthly confusion, the mere existence of existence. In the gray prison of concrete frame, even the smell of formalin is stagnated and degraded into an increasingly unbearable nausea.

The robe of wounded souls is now increasingly ravens to tear, wrinkles, as if it were a bunnied Prometheus who could never be rid of underworld vulture, stolen the fire for the withered people. As an uninvited guests, Katyusa was wandering around, bombshell, while a crumbling machine is screaming into the melodies of the Ruttering Winds.

The replaced, former childhood dreams are now criminal on the appealing hanger of life to you. They still wanted to dream of a livelier future, but maybe hopeless; Pale cheese-moon would illuminate the messages of mystical flyers with Pisla tiger nails ...

A tiny, innocent lie is enough for someone to press that particular red button, and while life is so fragile as the grass that nature or human feet can be trampled at any time, we hang on to be tolerated, forced on the degree of chessboard, either straw or waxy, inanimate!

Now I know, and I feel more and more that I need to go alone; Inside, it trembles, like a tamed poplar leaf of the human soul, the voice of the happy-sad-sad spleen is trying to imitate the rogue ruts. He stumbles hesitantly, and then I have a hard time with the eternal child who knows not to change, because he would lose all his remaining magic power he once drew from tales and stories in the evening bedtime ...

I have to go alone; Unfortunately, I acknowledged and understood that my dear could not be accompanied by a worthy accompanying partner, shaking, shy, shy hands can only be surrounded by a haunting-oat, just like Dante's spirit. The chubby clown-arccom grimacing distorted laughter is more bitter crocodile-moving crying rather than real, unquestionable joy and happiness.

I go alone now, as there could hardly be a couple of sincere friends, a couple of nice words, which I definitely believe, and hours, minutes, months, decades are super-spokeless first and then deliberately empty; Many times I would like to believe that after forty, I will not be alone if the ghost is singing for minutes, and singing the severe pendulum clock ...

Now I go alone, whether the loneliness wanderer, or even a stubborn and an atonomic news story, who didn't intentionally want to listen to him because they thought only a half-peculiar, sucker, childish idiot. And while they thought that my loser could only be trendy, there were barely a few who saw the orphaned, trembling child in the depths of my soul!

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…

Restlessness can hardly afford a march of raging hearts! Our vows have even absorbed what can be saved at all with his words of allegiance! Why does modesty breathe when it takes shape?! Unaware of his own abilities, distorted, jerking himself down into a jerky barn without the ideal of chivalry in phlegmatic mg; blind-eyed human wreckage sniffs out remaining human brains like a sherbet and there can be no meaningful intelligence collection on the forehead eaten! Depleting, bad kind of drunkenness is rampant in the empty Congo depths of angels, and conscious vulnerability is already a self-deepening chasm!
 
All window-eyes are blinded! A feeling of conscious vulnerability infiltrates our skins! Diseases pinned to the executioner's peak Celeb heads bloom; a superstitious, flirtatious look flirting with invisible tango between broom-eyed eyes! Pigeon-autumn strands fall into silently beaten, welded skulls! As housekeeping skulls, one of the girilla brains barks for Man to wear off his current chick! Up there, even a big, lurking World is rotting! The most ostentatious monkey: multi-sided and complex stadiums have been installed by the wealthy oligarch machinery!
 
The middle way to dream-promised well-being is leaking from more and more wounds from constantly renewing, scalding surfaces! The meager bread-making of a livelihood is marred by half a dozen gourmet-living, septic tanks, who can boldly live even on the back of the ice, if they please! - In the dimly crouching afterlife, the bloodthirsty moonlight rumbles like a sharp-killer knife and takes its selfish victims - like a Congo ghost clock that sends messages with demons! Beyond the tranquility, one can barely touch the shore…

In the depths of the mirror, deliberately shattered hopes tremble; crumbling lines on the sincere-crying pit-grooves of faces would shout! Beautifying tear ***** throbb in feathers! No one can know if the labyrinths of our emotions are sincere, whether the human heart is honest or liars?! In the counterfeit machines kept under brain control, even memory degrades and gives birth to Nirvana deserts!
 
What can be hidden in the deep? The childhood image of ourselves as absolute adults can be understood more and more often! Many times, the fact that computational thinking always stops in the way of emotions as profit-seeking and deliberately raises barriers! Deserved happiness is also just another, cherished air fortress: whoever deserves it can no longer walk! - Even in our horrible long-lasting minutes, we should consciously learn how to inherit development, the iron-solid Will and the hope that although our common affairs may soon be the pillars of destruction, we also have a little prerogative for lasting prosperity!
 
Many times it goes unnoticed that we are deliberately exhausted by a cheering deficit: but it could be good to live when empathy tolerance can make a difference with seemingly sought-after stereotypes, and instead of sincere condolences. I would appreciate it! And those who preached the tramples of once wicked soles should not be harmed by the testifying lesson: “Man! Love your neighbor! ”
 
Our reluctant words in graying moon faces tremble for each other and are still afraid when I would have to confess voluntarily.

I would do my long-standing business, but there is no need for hermit witnesses! crouching ferry usages, human wrecks are moving on self-deprecating for their own benefit and they are learning to be a further guttable Being! Self-exited, re-established wild hordes tread the compromising Order on the way! The smell of burnt human flesh also makes them more annoying! Drunken, bred with great power intoxication, phlegm-chirping, pseudo-preachers would dictate the changing trend, and if it was hand in hand, it would have long since lost its conscious, preservable dignity!
 
They carry a roaring Lator cross modestly, while under others they light bonfires! Péter Pán's complex seedlings for the bohemian youth are marching around their necks with a umbilical cord rope around their necks! - In our idyllic freedom of the press, they even sublimely search our thinking brains; a couple of wandering experiments and study formations will only be able to survive if the "some" want to and the people standing around the honeycombs nod - but with lonely wolf-witnesses stuck outside the circles, what else can they do if they are stuck in further fragments, constantly sinking will they be lost?!
 
He holds us up with his back, while the ruthless Fate plays with us well; Being gives us a broken, bittersweet realization! Waves swirling await us with a mixed warning of fear! At the final frontier, the only edge is often the only luck that can be turned with crooked fingers

Souls can no longer be released if a series of gratitude is dreaded, ready for commercial pleasures. Because they were deliberately escaped, like the derailed lives of the Ordas wildlife, the flower-flowers, and the desires of dreams, which may never have been fulfilled and will no longer be fulfilled.

It is superfluous to have all the vain monkey services that have recently become fashion-fashioned to meet and casting at the same time; Where did you come from? What do you want? How much cost -effective settlement did you think once you bought a tertiary degree in the flea market?! - Instead of answers, just look at how they kick the simple, tolerated average with a pair of feet where only selected social creams can go.

And just as the good old painter Rembrandt, who, at least, sold his own body, to get a smaller ancillary, and Durenmatt wouldn't be careful at the visit of the old lady. -A large soul detector cannot be enough or Wi-Fi if you want to say, why did individual people become wicked, less than a permissible average?! If they were to show the memories of their childhood, which seemed petty, insignificant, how they became vulnerable, humiliated to dust, perhaps they could learn more because of patient understanding.

On the coast of the extinct, uninhabited ditches of public workers, they are mate, tummy tubs, which can be called aesthetically pleasing, aesthetically pleasing; While one finds a used, broken-tooth comb, which may be good for his teenage daughter, the other haircut that has been chewed by his beautiful wife for decades. This is how they sweep up and then finally collect their sins!

When our face will become a face, and not just another Janus-torso, a fiasco constantly grumbling with itself, perhaps the conscious lack raging within us will unexpectedly go out, will be tamed. In the vision-life, many small devils, tempting us to sin and deceit, rumble among the gears of the head, and because in human life there are rarely guides comparable to Virgil, who could faithfully accompany us on difficult days, - one way or another - sooner or later everyone must cross the conscious threshold of finitude for themselves. In our bodies and souls, a hundred thousand sorrows are already outdated, aging, not only from the history of decades, but what is still left of this whole mess; the angry, pure judgment still groans inside:

Reality also compares itself more and more to a grotesque, surreal dream-like cage according to the rules of a given Gluttony theory. In the lost Time, the conscious use of language, the bone-house system dreamed of as solid by the longing for romance, will gradually wear out. - Pondering the movables of ant-minutes, the selfless helping hands are becoming rarer and rarer. Exotic supermodel-shaped angels stare piercingly at spiky star-eyelashes; their fate - you may know - cannot be free, nor irresponsible, because they are all just cheap, petty puppets of a single game.

It would still be good to walk around the scale-steps of Being with giant strides surrounded by blood, in case the frail man could find lasting treasures among the piles of feces; Why do we have to keep moving into the fiascos of alienated tomorrows when a more real home-shelter could be waiting somewhere?! The seagulls of lack have been screaming overhead for some time now and we still don't know whether the melancholy silence nicknamed timeless will finally **** in the suspicion of everyday life, or is it just lazy indifference?!

Only the exhibitionist, almost completely unexpected intimate revelations of reality; the secret, Apocryphal dialogue of the eyes, when the eternal child lurking within us opens the closed soul doors, because in his curiosity he himself wants to peek in a little - yes! Only these small, trivial in their insignificance, commonplaces are able to touch us alone. It is imperceptible to get close to the other in such a way that trust is still dependent, but is already moving along better and better paths towards it, so that it can reach its goal and reach a haven, because it has always been necessary to resign oneself to the current state of unchangeable things.

Even the deepest rabbit hole cannot be comfortable enough for a person to be able to adapt at all. The urban, unnecessary noise is increasingly oppressing its members, because they are not able to look into themselves with enough loyalty, while they can.

Dreams are also increasingly denied only to the average person, since the privileged are able to manipulate even their own dreams; a very tiny, tiny little girl with a Barbie doll who is constantly being pulled and dragged by her lady-model mother, because precious Time is not for her - but for profit and profit, and because of this, her entire childhood is punctured and damaged.

Now we have increasingly learned to sneak through loopholes, stealthily, and live unnoticed, so that no one else suffers the unspeakable damage of our existence here on this earth; we are forced to nod unnoticed, because no one else would have undertaken the backstage cleaning of toilets in Vienna, but with a mirror shine. Meanwhile, it really didn't even occur to me when a person had truly humiliated themselves?!

It could have been, but it couldn't have been! Looking up at him, wolf-eyed with sincerity, I would have found someone with whom I could live the thousand, small, admiration of Being forever and immortally in the Infinite. "The idea of ​​soldering two hearts together could, I should, think at least a little: The slow, gradual transcendence and togetherness filled with the trembling cooperation of the Universe - this is the unspeakable redemption between earthly hell claws!"

Alas! “Today I had to learn from the bursts of my fault: It was a fault for every tear-eyed soul-opener. The complete and perfect bleeding of my vulnerability, the deliberate morality of every tiny concession, the trite diplomacy. Everything is perceptible only with a breath Kiss above the mouth, when in the atrium of our soul Cupid's greedy and insatiable arrow rained down!

All your remaining words - if you had any at all: wounded with Nessus poison, stamped like cursed Cain. And in the lap of the harmonies that can be filled, I did not dare to realize early among the iron shackles of my disillusionment, your glowing, redeemable angelic image is only flickering in my heart, still shining. And that you've been hugging your knight for a long time. And with your greedy arms like an overgrown amber tendril, he wraps his strangled-breathing neck around him, biting

his twilight arched lips, but no more: I can no longer be your faithful statistician, nor your slipper-like accomplice — only a diligent witness of the immortality of letters: the secret Golgotha ​​walk of our self-excellence. He's just coming, with murderous temper, it's about to happen. It could have been good, but lips, lips

the purple snakes running briskly in its purple cavity were dancing - and I couldn't drink your heartbeats melting from the box of your glowing heart either! With me: Roaring, furious with the despair of suicides to death, the Heart would hold you accountable for your taboo sins:

Why did this have to be done this way, and where did the forgivable mercy hide? Where did you stay? - When I bow my head like a convict, I go to the mountains of testifying dignity: They fall apart into pieces: Flesh, blood, bone, blood, cell molecules and your conscience once again, for the last time as a plea-complaint and I ask

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!

Outside, tears are besieging his fragile ****** plaster. But inside, in the ball-cosmos of eyes, in the spheres of retinas, the reality of sadness became more and more likely and vulnerable! As a careful survivor, we cherish the seeming pain and the ruins of emotions for a while, and yet we do not ask: Have we changed or stood up again? “One gem is pale, the other crystal carrying the treasure, the third glass palace, and all so fleeting and mortal. They work in the secret cavity catacombs of the body, the always living cell engines are biological particle molecules!

People may once again melt into one in a sea of ​​pain. - Even those who have yet learned to respect the still rules of existence will remain alien in vulnerability, when the falling humanity of Reality will be revealed in the face of a shower of tears! Pain - not knowing where it comes from! However, at the metronome of secret stimulus thresholds, everyone understands and you can never get out of miserable bitterness in vain, because they have a hopeful hope that there is and maybe even may not yet know it!

Because whoever shatters and breaks in his heart, the stem cell and atomic explosion of carved crater cavities into his soul will be the hardest thing to do! - Just the apocalypse pit; the den in which the Cassandra stamps of Life have multiplied will be the last judgment, in which sufferings and tears will be caught again, bursting to the surface bubbling!

Remaininghajcsomóimra matted white ravens settled! Half of my balding carpet took away my nerve-racking
 
worries! Doubt: Do I always remain alone in the closing hours of my Sheath-Loneliness? Do I understand the shadow worms and grinning galactic jackals of Executioner times? I can barely open my Ikarus wings so that, hoping, I can still fall up into the flaming Love; stone-left debris Dream!
 
I would try to pay close attention to my heart drumming forever as it drums more and more with the killer-hands of heart attacks: how it explodes on its own in the invisible sound explosions of Being! "I count in my heart the proud noise of the marching lawsuits!" One or two, one or two! Keep up and adjust! ” "Who will be the dear Angel who even gives love to himself in this world with his own heart?" Who will comfort the one-Child in me?
 
I turn around and knowingly in galad Time! And I don’t feel which bumpy road would be the right decision, a considered philosophy of choice! A word of swearing and perpetuated speaking sharpens my razor-sharp teeth on me; and now everyone can express an opinion of me as a haughty One-movement, even though they can hardly really know me! Betrayal made me a jacket out of armor! I had a hard time getting into the boxes of breaking, wild tempers, and my first heartbeat was perhaps the last…
 
The countdown to Being has started irreversibly…

On the last day, your immortal incarnation was confused in my heart. I would have flown into your arms carved into a swan wing like a raging and yet silent volcanic eruption: A lava river fluttering with laziness. The university corridor was a squeezed fish canned smelter. And meanwhile the monotonous rain fell in a downpour! I look back and forth at the more infamous portraits in the history that have been served, and all the way through his cheap, heated brain tufts: I will escape from here, and you will be greeted with a set of kisses!

You bit your sponge into each other's lips like leeches, greedy carnivorous flowers in silent fulfillment, and you, already drunkenly squinting, jumped into the arms of your cavalry as a bakfis chimpanzee girl: The sober connection between your brainwaves was lost. I can't remember every detail anymore - it was so long ago! Silent, wounded tears welled up from my desperate eyes: You saw everything. And you may have felt it, yet you didn't do anything redeemable!

In the course of your raging passion, as a betrayed annihilated, I didn’t even look at you — I just started flipping through the ruins of my lost happiness: What could we two have ruined? Then you left as the ever-renewing Prometheus mermaid because the message of your kisses was stronger, your wounded, judgment-preaching heart! - No one cared about my annihilation, and I felt

that I am involved in a Janus-faced deception, and in the depths of my soul an offended scarlet-bill is burning with ever-raging frenzy! When you parted in your kisses and faced the shock, I couldn't take your flaming hands anymore - I had to consciously break up with you alone as if both rainbow keys were perforated!

It would have been so good to just listen for a few more minutes, just a little eternal moment, to the pure, ever sweeter, juicier throbbing, smaller ringing of your heartbeat, like whispering ears, before you leave me alone in the filled bed of my life and leave! You can no longer belong to the universe that has been fulfilled in me - after all, it has not yet been born, only your imaginative and mischievous play has made fun of you.

Your face sometimes stands out as a silent vision from the crystal water of my still-sharpening memories, but I can only half see it so far away from the pairs of harmonies and eternal peace: like the exiled shipwrecked, I cannot tie up on the island of happiness! "You were greedy!" And love-selfish and cheerful! ”

"You could believe in immortal and selfless tears, and rejoice when you were pityed for comforting and trying to bleed the bleeding wounds of your unknown vulnerability!" "And finally, with your grief, and yet you deliberately left yourself." And at a romantic beach dinner, how I would have put the pawn of my love confession in front of your feet:

My own heart, and together we would have risen from the yellow earth so that they could no longer humble themselves and kick us! I can't lie with a weapon of silence and repressed self-blame: honesty shone over you and forced my lucky, better self out of me! Your beautiful hazelnut eyes are still unconsciously gesturing toward me, smiling and whatever you say, I must now contradict you:

As a second option, if we had not been recklessly ruthless towards ourselves, we could have started dating together with a clean slate.

You should have slept forever humiliated for love! And to wake up in the manner of murderers with antisocial ruthlessness, harm spikes of unrestrainedness! For the sincere and courageous look of your eyes, the swan-delicate touch of your hand, it would have been good to lay my haunted head on your mother's lap and feel it confidentially: The throbbing beat of your blessed fragile heart still thinks of me.

True beads hung like glittering spherical ornaments on the fragile lash branches. Your sadness hurt your eyes with even reddening pains! it wasn’t a vain day that I wouldn’t have broken my head to eat happiness so that I could smuggle into your golden heart to travel with a smile of heaven again!

Now people are still running madly, and urgently postponing lasting sobriety until January. - You can be happy! Your family house upstairs is already being built, a graceful Danube estuary is your neighbor, and you are greeted by the untamed wilderness as a familiar brother! The hardest task is to focus on your carefully arranged life with a sober judgment!

Teaching children to ponder thoughtfully, the uplifting thoughts of missed happiness! A man with a tangled life knows - he knows, and even now he often thinks about you, he feels with you. Your child, if you ask about a lot of romantic dates, you just tell me you were someone deeper someone, more mysterious.
Even more vulnerable in your child's spirit! "I can't tell the truth to anyone right now, but I'll give it to you."

I would often take my own destiny; What I once thought could not own, and maybe it can't really be mine anymore. As a hesitant, lame, ***** person, I would just look at how many more ways I have to do to survive they could get along. The man, whom others looked at, spit on, exploited, as if to start slowly, disappear in the retina of staring mirrors, with a bending waist, tormented shoulders, which often carried atlas burdens, instead of others, if not. The squeaky sand grains of existence are their gears - so they often get crazy.

I was just forced to rotate a potted number; Say, do I admit the true, wounded word, which God really hurts, because the dog is not very attentive to patience, through-fear-I would be a mistake to chew on the Hungarian Ugar-pendant, where the average is taboo-til and cannot be.

To the core, my visceral stigma heart only shapes me, shapes me, and with step-by-step tools, I have a hard time squeezing in, raising my head; The pain of disappointments, handshakes, creatures is no longer pilling, but I prefer to be warned, too suspicious and too careful at three steps away.

All of my hesitant moves turn back to me when life is about to me, and while my cumbersome, ship -wrapped days, on the barren, rushes past me, even the deserved happiness, and I can feel a little human.

Like the rootless tree, which is forced to tolerate its harsh fate, the screams of ruthless, ruthless fierce windstorms, and the emerald-green scaly foliage; My drooling, sickly organs whine; Permanent hypertension and hypertension are infected. I've been forced to carry the absolute treasure of the facts for a while!