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.

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.

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!"

In the midst of the constantly ***** tempers set on Spear Hill, the Being-Sensing Man must retire! Feel the tension in your body! The dumbest show of strength on this earth is when the phlegm **** creates mold flowers blooming from a killer quail! In flooded brains, the bob of knowledge can rarely jump into the stem! The optimized horizon may be strangled by the open port; a weeping sluice squeaks rusty around the necks: a sense of constraint - perhaps - only tortures free thinkers!
And only passengers can get to the island of the dead on Kharon for money!
 
To see the bronze-brown excitement of attractively hot bikini swans: their muscle gorillas thickly lubricate the arch of their shoulders with factor sunscreen! And everyone who may have remained a Seer wounded, with a chubby body of Sisyphus, is at all times forced to suffer delusions; their existence Death-pointing, targeted arrow! - In the age of trying TV ideas, when a person is deliberately guided and turned on! In an alamus, receding silence, only the silenced Watchmen can only be awake!
 
The mood of handcuffs is cheering! Homely Chaos can rarely shine with skillful stars; big chunks of self-telling, parrot people are feeding the good people with soft-smeared press releases! Set aside, truth-tellers choose the deep layers of suicide in self-hatred and self-restraint so that we can stay on our own! - Who is the greater hypocritical leech in self-exaltation?! Paprika and guided around the neck, the executioner's loop is strained; so swing them ghost-wind mother-born naked!
 
It is a pathetic duty to cast vital signs from your isolated mood block; in a city that once flourished and was a shelter for cultures Infectious disease is infectious! If you don’t take care of your brain’s treasury, it will dwindle daily

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

He kept silent, grinning with an arrogant-fat bladder around his neck while despised like an open shark's mouth! In a hundred times targeted, smelly days, everyone has become a traitor because he could not have selfish, vulnerable trust in the offenders! Striking an apple orphanage in my wandering years, I trembled as a descendant; I couldn’t stand alone to bring back the backlog living in memories! With crying depths of crypt, I should look into wolf eyes at all times, until a small child, who still had to forgive me, boasted in tombs!
 
I already felt bitterly on my skin: the closing muscles of the giver of human goodness soon relaxed, and if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep what was mine forever! "I could never survive unscathed with a stubborn, childish feeling!" A dying yellow wind like the dying candle flame: shadows of faint silence wandered between the living ****! I have to settle into the empty gloom; my crusting borders should be protected even further - we would fall into darkness together!
 
It might be better to let go of my accumulated horrors so that I can get rid of the distressing and withering burden! On the threshold of Existence, the fatally swollen unforgivable is interrupted; in a strange, lukewarmly splashed exhibitionist world, as a witness, I have to hide and hide unchecked! "All the good news is frozen as a lie on talkative lips!" I also grinded myself a little into my series of selfish failures! My heart: dark, drummer, holey hole! You can only judge this foolish, ******* world! For inexpensive, mouse-rattling cries, you can’t advance long-lasting relationships

As a airscrow-tied, tender chubby clown, it was better to remain ourselves than to shape a mortal body into a kneaded, gorilla-brained Adonis titanium! The difference is still striking and undoubted! Even so, your lack of self-confidence can get over quickly! Just as celebrity monkey gingerbread jammers are proudly proud of themselves, their vest tearing is the culmination of their enjoyment - it is probably not a salvation to be overwhelmed!
 
If Man does not make sure of his formable flexibility! A trumpeting child terror tensed everyone if it only appeared in the whirlwind of V.I.P. parties wishing to rampage! Behind the mixing desks, the exotic ***** ladies were mixing a noise machine and the perfect cocoa could be ready, like the appearance of ****** wishing to rampage: pocket Stallons with phlegmatic frills texts had just boasted quite a few times among the bumpers!
 
Moods go down in the rampant ramparts of overheated ***** games and the bride is still an ideal place to make peace! - The radical exile of the personality in the face of totally crowded pop culture! Man's artificial Beauty is often unheard of to see with his heart! In quarreling fun, they are already there that the intentional poisoning of happiness has also become a pleasure! Life in perpetual party-baron invasions and raging diesel noises is not enough life insurance!
 
A single, lively, tiny sparkle leap is enough to get naive chirps losing their minds into a cheap series of overnight flirting adventures with male gorillas! "It will slowly come to pass that people who are easy to forget will grow out of each other in boredom, and they will have the only joy of rejoicing if they become back to ordinary!"

Actions intricate wick squeaking sky, glowing opportunities breeding farm! An aging buddy of longings! What else is driving you?! The selfishness of our memories is sure to break our murderous indifference! Bronze-brown, hibernated dreams are vented by a superstitious, exotic look: it looks like a rose window with colorful glass shards making its way to itself!
 
It is better to count the pathetic Fragments of Life for ourselves every day that can be restarted: full of wound-spirits in our souls! Fear, dread, sits side by side, as if evacuated to interiors! You can see stars gloriously shining, in which the formula of immortal love is still moving! A single proud light will split through our broken selves! Only the one who can really understand and disappear can enter my beating heart! I should exist in Being; to know and always depend on the whims of the given vulnerable situation?!
 
Why can’t we clarify human concepts as morals of an independent individual?! "I arrived on deliberate sidings, not like a conscience guarding hearts, but like an arrow fired more boldly from tense nerves!" - It comes to the edge of the breathable surface every third day! My creative goodness is both barren and skinny! The cloud is afraid of angels! Maybe everyone can guess I lost selfishly and I would say goodbye to the world in every living smile! My beating, melancholy heart tasted a sure crisis many times when he saw through true emotions!
 
Bleed lazily through all the afflicted, junk Dawn: the overweight Horizon! The wind also stabs as a wound! True tears fell from cracked, grim cloud blocks…

Life is tiring more and more tired in me: there can be no lasting way out of nowhere! My purple anxieties in my loneliness are flourishing! It would be nice to tear down the massive walls with which I deliberately encircled myself! The creepy desolation of the cellular grids, in which you can’t hold my trembling hand in my hands, dear no matter how hard the compliments try under my tongue! "In my bones a cold of the Cosmos is guarding me, and the Silence behind creation is lurking in my ear!" I will live in the cliff corner of the Universe and I will be too complicated for myself too! With his bone fingers above me, Fate knocks the beat while always watching vigilantly and making sure to hook myself up for sure bagatell nothingness!
 
The visions of the creep of my dreams, when chimeras step into reality - come to life! Breaking down though my willpower believed to be solid, I voluntarily failed under Moonbeam loads! In me, a big kid with an unshaven face is searching for the value of true Friendships! - The dreams of the night, although I'm not talking about it, wear out a lot! The boring weight of my monotony is growing: who can balance his created life between alley pits and thin threads at the same time as an everyday burden! - I'm still alive and that's the biggest responsibility!
 
I have to be careful not to inhabit my Spirit Halls in preserved emptiness! Tears of rolling through the broken windows of my eyes can walk in and out! A treasure-plaster falls from my heart, and I still can't know who will be a donor and a savior who will pick up the fallen tiles with his swan hands?!…

The truth is that it is a lot of trouble if it is a shame or failure to end a goal or a planned idea; Not only is the lasting doubt on two shoulders, but also the most distressing, sigh of self -confidence that kneads the stem cells of my soul every day. Rarely, in direct proportion to me, I can walk in the rectangular corridors that can still be accessible. Sanda's compulsion is still stretching if they do not pay enough attention and take it too seriously.

It would often be better to examine the details that are meaningful; Motioned from hair-to-hair, groping, to see if they could still be discharged by the much-awaited whole. - The often unexplored, dense crowd of the years is now increasingly vague, with a safe, rebellious crossing, as everything and everyone alone can only be warmed by missed things; What is it unable to repair it like this or another?!

The wind blows through the unmatched spiritual wounds, the healing and the redeeming intention becomes unreasonable if they notice the scrubbed, squeezed routine, as well as the bargaining. - He collects a crashing colon mad feather like a multicolored, beautified memories of the metamorphosis of the seasons, and in many cases, he doesn't even know if he could only be a passive, patient guest in the big whole, or just a more special but more special dust ?!

Even maybe I didn’t even break up now that you executed me and threw me like a rag! You broke my heart, trembling for you. Even now, I may not have interrupted even now that in the time of your pressing need, I was the one who sacrificed you in consolation, and when final despair drove pearl ***** in the trenches of your snow-white face, I was there for you and my consolation mixed with selflessness!

Even now I am not used to perhaps seeing the betrayal of your kisses not meant for me, and yet without envy and jealousy I endured and hoped in you - maybe one day the consecrated vow of a juror will change! Tell me, my little fairy pup? Have you ever loved your son-in-law fool?
Even now, I don't quite get used to the fact that it's just a dream, a fairy tale - a mere nonsense, and that deploying super bombers of your kind is just a general exercise, a game, and a pleasure. - Now everything is confused and the memories are hurting and swirling.

"Even now I don't really know what you chose in me that made me a traveling companion in love?" And that everything He gave with the momentary joys, cosmos blisses of the Universe, He gave with you! With your outburst of laughter. Hair, but there was a little beetle long ago that I could meet you: Times were unworthily kidnapped, and oblivion was closer to you than memory.

A forgiving grin embedded in a smiling chubby face is nothing foreign: I would feel every heartbeat and gesture! Deep layers that testify beneath our faces settle because Beauty can come from within! We walk piously into the precarious Nirvana-Nothing without a compass! Pure human calculation flirting with whistling smiles and who has unlimited credit card usability can only be a hit! Honesty could even be more vulnerable than a decipherable keyword, which might even be worth clinging to! Do you perish yourself, who thinks you are wise and turns away from the possibilities that can be set?!
 
An upcoming exhibition often warns, "Get to know yourself and don't go back!" - The profitable silence swells among the writhing, panther-body exotic flower threads! - Smiling, the Witness of the Ladder still stops! Walking the highway of Tense Times; it often grieves over recallable minutes! In the channels of writhing souls, when the tricky holy stream of True Pearls breaks for itself, in all cases honesty trembles and confesses, which can even be believed!
 
Between torn fibers like a red-petal, the Heart breaks and bleeds in a throbbing thump when Love also becomes a traitor! Can an eternal thought-emotion wrestling with time still persist when everyone has become a sanda caress of interest relationships?! - Even tiny, graceful movements may have a rare artistic power; a pair of eyes begging among the struggling shadows would seek refuge, and in times of zero-empathy-tolerance trample the childish self out of the still-squatting darkness still silently squatting in darkness!
 
He will look wolf-eyed in the wake of a shipwreck-chased shipwreck in the wake of cobor winds.

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!

With their loose, jerky-hick performance movements, centaur terminators, well-molded by testosterone, are regularly galloping into their brand-new Ferraris, especially on Andrássy Avenue. A teenage lady wearing a deliberately provocative and transparent cocktail dress also offers predatory prey, who wants to be an adult at any cost, so that later she can easily assert herself even without an advanced level of maturity.

Horse pounding - nothing more - is now left for the carefree, pitiful lazy-indifferent posterity. In the distance, you can still see a cut-off Van Gogh sunflower head caught in hesitation, which exotic women no longer wear in their hair.

The witch's kitchen of meaningless promises and petty bargains stuffed into pockets that are starting to leak can hardly be enough for the simple average person to understand this two-faced, superficial era. And while some jury members start to publicly blatantly complain that it would be a good idea to save some journals as dubious intellectual products, so that primarily the ancients, and not the young people of the next donkey generations who are considered talented, can publish - the busy, slightly stupid wild geese are already getting into shape, and they can hardly wait to lick their ***** to a mirror shine.

Sooner or later, even the lives of swindlers shrink into dubious ends, just like the remnants of most superficial, posh glitter; because now the good friend walks with spring knives just like the old or occasional enemy. It is impossible to know what a piercing, deliberately suspicious eye, flashing from behind closed shutters or blinds, is thinking?! On the razor-sharp tracks of express trains that are constantly late or never arrive, the harsh judgments of false witnesses and prodigal children are still increasingly felt...

The heart, always mocked as a half-coward, always ignited when he could encounter sincere emotions; with a self-consuming, unruly fervor, he could blaze instead of just talking! It has shaped the humanity of Man when even the ******-in brain seems to soon forget! The vacuum sits like an unforgettable, soft bunny alone and ponders over its flawed decisions! You don’t know how to keep a long-forgotten thought awake! - The conscious desire for fatherhood disintegrates into a dry desert; only ******* are still listening! A kilometer of silence guards Being, while a tear begins on the most beautiful petal!
 
In the hot sun, the twinkling, balmy ray shimmers once: like the tangible evidence of Goodness! Your progressive throbbing can cause lustful pleasures! Wild waves emerge from the Universe: in the geometric ocean of desire, a smaller island purrs in a half-nail lure! A safe haven for shipwrecked people is a thing of the past! - Sharks and predatory fish like winking patient killers enjoy caressing music! Monotony mourns over stabbing boredom; beautiful butterflies whisper deceptive promises into each other’s mouths!
 
Fear has been clouds on the wings of the sober traveler too! When can an airplane get snapping turbulence?! Who can wash the solidified tears of unification?! In the last moments, even Eternity is lonely! We swallow our tears even in our longings for love! With the unexpectedness of a ***** naked night, you can strike in any case! Like an evil goblin, grimace drawings drawn with fingers on your faces appear and then wear off again!

The sound of murderous silence can already be heard in our crooked minds. Shadow-struck landscapes, peninsula debris wander all night in us and are increasingly addressed in our inner selves! Our hidden, petty secrets cannot be uttered by the essence of cheap, flattering words: the romance of our desires could be felt better and a whole, meaningful human life could be traversed in the star myriads of our saddened dreams! Wounded souls interrogating themselves along the streets of Time roam like goal-lost ghosts; with numbing consciousness they would expect dissolution from superstitious kisses and the immortal pleasures of the metamorphoses of the Universe!
 
Enlightened consciousness is crystal clear to ourselves. In the subconscious of beating hearts, why are we afraid of a trembling flow of dreadful responses? We would be happy to put down the burden of our Sisyphean existence many times with pleasure so that the clutches of our endless orphanage that are bound together can be dissolved! "I'm getting more and more ominous torment at the expense of my days!" His tormented petals would still be cherished by the half-nailed soul; ringing a call for help selfish-calculating profiteers!
 
The safe havens of consciousness are still marred by doubts! Due to human mortality, another sadistic Judas is being created. In the washed-out parallel of the world, ordas-chaos wolf-blinds echo like threatening barkings! - The daily bread of our betrayals is spreading: because it is seldom anything else that the self-prostituting, treacherous age can do! Dreaming, I am still waiting for the redemptive romance, if my despair comforts me with new hopes! I am often ashamed to see his loyal lovers swapped by an exotic nymph!

If Sin had been true, it would have been done to self-deception! The faces of Eber-flattering, petting cockroaches are changing! The time for sure handshakes in loyalty is finally over; you wallow your humanity you can't give yourself up! You should forget the breaking monkeys and pass the **** whistleblower! Words that excite from the depths also shatter like sacred phrases, flowing like plastered plaster; captured in captivating schizophrenic mirrors on the Live! The minute of self-loss breaks down into parts amid terrible torments; silent silence recorded on a tape recorder is listened to even if the silly Hope has been trashed many times!
 
A deadly trap today is also a feigned pretense, you can not raise happiness or restless! In dominant, aggressive instincts, the Redeeming Paradise Island of the Peace Plate is soon immersed; Neanderthal gorillas chatter about existence struggles while barely thriving on more than two straws! Many sublime captives preach their sublime words twisted into biblical pathos! A complicit preacher as a peculiar mongrel mixture when colluding with the growths of petting; "How long can you endure this Nobody's Land?!"
 
Whom the haunting Moon shines through, he does not confess to himself that he sinned when he cowardly cowardly and did not allow the immortal Beloved to come near! Beaten like a closed, orphaned child, you feel the troubled explosions of your heart; your heart attack is getting worse! "Puffy monsters and their little chick dumplings will soon catch the chewed column wall!"

Their chalices are wide open in the balsamic sunset of the roses! Two black crescents in the eyes of vigilant searching eyes! He stops in nun white and stretches out his arms in Eve's costume while daydreaming about the reloadable Universe! The fork of our emotions with cross-branches only decomposes into cell molecules of common multiples at once! Our flowing stream merges into One Fate! The instinct of desire builds a delta on the tiny jewel continent of your navel; the eternal romance of your kisses!
 
We know: our proliferating empire can only be complete together! - That's how we run to our own donor mouth! Our budding words choked on our throats also sound like our moans in a series of immortal annihilations! This is how the One-gaze guards and takes care of themselves: the breast milk of our sins is still plentiful, and there could be only one common sin: our love was a breathtaking heartbeat in the eternal moments! The hesitant and half-faced faces of both of us: a childish, mischievous defiant majesty!
 
Bombshell Lady gazes also suggest little girly angels! With a swaying symmetry, the double bed of water ripples beneath us, and our redemptive gaze meticulously runs through the treasures of our pearls! We gift each other with our immortal emotions as we sin forgivably at every moment! - The midnight-dark undulating waterfall of his hair is a Promise woven from fidelity; together we are showered by the superhuman sure Goodness shower curtain! Sacred Peace tastes honey in our common sweating chamber! - Immortal romance s orange glow in the transparent light of our eyes…

Gloomy darkness. Starless universe solitude. Persecutors feel such a vomiting drag when they are suddenly convicted: Simple victims of scapegoats, sacrificial grains of dust! Something in Matuzalem carries a burden with its pregnant siege waves in the proud sea. Maybe Pandora has long lost her secret box! Maybe aborted kisses are budding, personal romances? “Outside, the wind conveys the squeaky tossing and squabbling of sounds!

The fracturing water froze like frozen loves. Behind rushing clouds, machine birds are petting, chirping with each other: At least they are happy! Packed into tourists ’favorite cage locations: through the wounds of dawn, my sleepless minutes restless. If you get air turbulence and the machine shakes under me! Do you see me alone, you priceless passing over your head?

Do I see me with the proud gaze of envious skeptics? A stormy lover looks wolfishly at me every day, and when I lick it, he flirting with me flirtatiously too! In the deserted sand dune landscape, undivided darkness ponders and sleeps. Blurred shadows, ghost figures, surprisingly anxious beyond the bus window - my traveling existence has long been forgotten by the pounding of my heart! It travels upwards with the sea, proudly besieged by the lace of the skies, the colossus of Rhodes Castle: perhaps it preserves the cherished footprints of cooled relations? Maybe Confessions of Faithfulness? From the majestic dance of sea foams, the invigorating cell romance is goosebumps!

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!

There are dreams in the purple cup of our hearts; the Lights are spawning! Honest True Pearls can be fished out of the glittering lake of eyes! Almost every movement can last and remain a testimony! The Universe could open as a mouth if two hearts come together! To what extent are we ourselves in the flames of superstitious smiles on the open signs of faces and gazes ?! "Our bare-hearted dreams could be burst into cool, sincere tears!" How much of everything we intentionally gave up! Years wander over our heads like witnessing memories! Our hearts are purple and I would still knock on the closed gate of Love: in search of the One-Who would let go!
 
In times of extinct silence, crying often hurts, breaks bold will and new desires! The Savior Light often falls into a chasm; I always find myself in the judgmental blow of hours! Yesterday's thinking ******* does not let go! Your petite soul would break your petals so you could fly again! This way you can always engrave the work of your days in mortal Time! - Restless Being Foams are beating your heart! Are you waiting so long for a heart attack ?! - Reality will be collapsible if the happiness you find is worthy of you and you accept it!
 
You are always holding your trembling golden heart like a pearl in the hands of an angelic Spirit caressing your face! The shame of your body, it doesn't matter anymore: you will be one in the drumming Universe! - Fate and the Brilliant Star Tickets are still shattered today

If you no longer pay attention - I fear - you will no longer be able to notice the boulders suspended by a hair's breadth in time, if the unwary squeeze under them and they flatten you in a fleeting minute. Not paying attention to mortal Time, you still give yourself up, always only watching the atomic chaos of the World that has begun to become confused.

Certainty, like some old, twentieth-rate, petty little spy, builds itself in you, and *****-nilly you will expect your passing from your birth. Because even now you are still constantly looking back, in the distorted images of crooked mirrors you measure the centers of gravity of your wasteful years in moments; and you cannot understand that you have already done so much, even in the place of others, and yet you have not been able to tear off the spiral prison-handcuffs of Time from your sinful soul.

For some time now, only the eternal oblivion that has been left alone has been your pillow and at the same time your pillow; Your searching eyes wink at the infinite horizon and even now he doesn't know that he was wrong at all, that he was unable to start a new life.

Your memories are horribly confused, like so many sins of your petty and selfish past; they break their contracts not only according to the laws of the heart but also according to human laws; and while a tachycardia malfunction may become common due to the approaching dangerous raging infarctions in your heart, you know: the emergency services are always half an hour late. Your body's fever curves would warn you with alarm signals that you should always avoid high blood pressure and long-sugared cakes.

Instead of the former endless lines of existence, something from over there is sending messages on increasingly closed spiral centrifuge paths; it almost flirtatiously invites you to leave this lying One-World here, which has become unworthy, even if you have a million and one tasks left. The circle that returns to itself - if you are not careful - can break prematurely...

There is a glimmer of embers in the depths of the candlelight eyes: can pille madness remain intoxicating love or a deceived hope?! Those who march in the labyrinth of complex thoughts have a pale flower sign with a yew flower: stigma accents on the stretched bone hands raised to a gesture! Who could have endured more? Did you sin more?! In the fair-feelings of throbbing heartbeats, the memories of rhythm problems and petty problems are already knocking separately! Searching for self-marching opportunities on broken career paths in the waist, in the flash of an arrow, the even more profit builds a cheap card castle tomb!
 
Blood-red, wounded, wolf-blind at dusk, the unworthy Sisyphus, rolling cowardly stones on the expelled forehead of Times, also stops; addressed to him by selfish destiny! As fallen angels, everyone is already intentionally wearing other masks; hides the onion peel of his vulnerable soul! "The ripened vortex of our memories is constantly buzzing with tears!" A **** thrown in pink-petal clouds dances to the sky dancing! It operates as a changing pendulum with a promising, given word of the uttered and then forgotten promise!
 
As a cursed parasite that has settled on our lives as a cursed parasite, we are constantly threatened with Death by Execution of the Executioner! This is why we are consciously afraid of self-procreating love and maybe we are all trembling! "In times of internal burns, external self-digestion, it would have been good to believe that redemptive consolation could catch up in the image of a cherished precious Angel!" We want to scrape together our tired dreams with last-minute salvage pots; a swamp of polluting phlegm and vain arrogance covers free-thinking skulls! Only empathy tolerance could tear ice-hearted people apart!

Sleeping intoxication like a cataract encapsulates a man's eyes: human prostitution behind me and in front of me! This sand-******* interest-Age is already destroying the rest of humanity! I know very well: the worm-rasp is working more and more modestly in everyone; chew and trample everyone for your goals! Accidental weddings are always a disaster! It is enough to have only one sick fruit in the bottom-flattening world and the contents of the basket are rotting!
 
Manhoods swollen with testosterones, like constantly inflated balloons, would rarely take pictures of perishable reality! Even small-style idiots are inaugurated as a worthy hero of tabloid rumors in assault! Yet the hazelnut-brain intellect reveals recovery! Everyone is already stuck in the gates and he wants to thrive with his hard-working two hands: sloth-scale consom women flock like herrings, chirping among the more moneyful! A tiny object of public laughter!
 
Robber jaws filled with snaps cocktails are already set up, and kangaroos are almost insanely common! Continue to stand stubborn eb-thought! Competing bug nests serve the well-run handle to each other only to be more effective! Lively One-Dilemma: Luxury lifestyles and privileges only for some?! The crowded camp of those waking up to cat lips will kick divinely out of the harness for the last time before going to work! "Perhaps it would have been better to lurk in the solitude of homes than to waste an informant?!"
 
The formalin vapor of comfortable boredom makes everyone lazy and hibernate! Nice digestion s sad vomiting rules over everything! Believe me all this! You have to pact with the nodding Johns otherwise there will be no claim! - Low-cost free lives can end soon! After grazing, the simple job rarely gets a siesta!

Well, what an impossibility it may have seemed, they said indignantly at the time, the wild flare of the seagull and the hedgehog, its late, sparkling, idyllic romance: petty jealousy, the scandal of searching eyes, situation that I'm already married! You don't care anymore! ” -

The heart would break, and Love gave its handcuffs to rust! He just slapped him up; Your message for Valentine's Day! Gossipy, delicate congregations would not have tolerated the bookworm leech with the earthly goddess anyway! Instead of a discreet face-kiss, the snare fire of slaps snapped on my left cheek - I lost my crumbly faith - it was an irresponsible fad or

just a gamble with sincere emotions? "To this day, he could only listen silently, his pain - if he had, he hid it carefully in front of me!" "And as long as it was expedient and good to be cuddled, to laugh and whistle like a roaring Winter with a stubborn swearing, the World wishing to be annihilated!"

Of course - perhaps - we knew, quite precisely, that Things are about something different here: We have taken responsibility for the protection of one another with the Law of the Heart, and that now there may not be another opportunity - that Everything is for the last time, because it has finally happened!

The relentless forgetfulness of memory, the Judgment that it was a play on the part of the well-played feasibility of immortal transcendence: In a mad snowstorm, I am forced to walk home alone with helpless faith -
while I turn to death, I try to make myself aware and comprehend: Someone else can squeeze your fragile swan hands!

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.

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!

Now the ***** lantern light washes around in one place: my vulnerable orphanage follows the footsteps of my legs silently, following with faithfulness as a Shadow! I would put my trust in True-Eternal friendships like one who hopes for comfort from others! Their donor conversation could be a redemptive balm in an alley-smelling state of despair; I would cling to my fingers with barely known chivalrous virtues as I kneel before the Dear and send the encrypted telepaths of words out of my eyes to my petal-heart: Do you still love me?!
 
Our treasure-laden existence begins to fade if we only see what the insidious, biflowering mass culture projects before our eyes! In the house of fame, perfect happiness still lives on: flattening sneezing who only waits for the *******'s vulnerability to sacrifice herself daily on the altar of her prosperity! Tabloid newspapers and TV shows need to be taught about the juicy scandal that has befallen daily scandals - the more rubbed have been able to learn this for a long time!
 
Special attention is given to those who show off their puffy, fuller charms and alternate their passions like others in worn-out lingerie! "I have to hesitate to step into the scattered, twisted light, because I'm really just a scared kid in the adult playground realm!" I keep balancing s Get up like Jancsik I swing for myself! Sizzling envyes are still peeking at me with increasingly killer jealousy and I begin to murmur myself to the well-deep echoes of myself: will there still be Someone for whom I would also travel to the Moon if our destinies crossed the other?

Like Óbuda's brat - although I was born only on the road to Vienna, anno at the silenced end of the Cold War - this coincidence can be proved only by the suffocated amniotic fluid and the cracked placenta sheath as evidence - in fact, like chubby at the same time - although I had little to do with working with babies! In the section, my father is a bodybuilder,

and as a driver he was inspired and viribel, and my mother's poor lunar pathologists could not have done it with my gentler and quieter ghost patience! "Maybe the baby's throat got stuck in a tree?" What about this ******* screaming like that? ” - they said hesitantly, impatient - and maybe even then I started to cringe at the upset from the bottom, you won't be a sponge cake with your vulnerability!

With my roar, my desire to live, and this is how I cut the illuminating fuse out of my common sense: Family members couldn't grin anyway, "It's still a crumb!" - and then they grinned:

At the same time, if, relying on one’s assumptions, one doesn’t understand something - there’s no particular change now either. And I followed for years a year, and the desperate half-heartedness advanced in the small dweller and expanded into a large dweller; there is also a chatter-stumbling fear on the neck. But they had to live and survive in existence and escape the frenzied, insane heads of animals with a series of gloomy days: Gorillas subjugating body, soul, soulless and gazing, twisted their happier moods or fleshy hands. - The wounded, bleeding gloom of remembrance must not be forgotten at any cost by the selfish and appropriated need for happiness!

Whether the character s intention; a lustful, insidious, skillful will that will pave the way for petty self-interest to further liar-careerist paths! In an influential, constantly administered reality, everything has already sunk to the ground of one possible Impression Information! - Organized back into itself, another elk stroking a woman grows up as a bagpipe, holding even a valuable conscience for sale in exchange for fatter jobs!
 
The partisan court rejects the legitimate grievances of the people with real sincerity without a sock: paid shop window sensational lawsuits are needed for paid and false witnesses accustomed to flea markets! In imaginary fright, it is often believable to besiege ordinary peoples with bills instead of revenues stipulated in contracts! At the same time, we all carry the picture on our own: how will the wheel of our destiny turn without the help of certain helpers in the twilight of our old age, which can be sunk into an oldster pose?!
 
We have known for a long time, and many rely on it: in the labyrinths of compromises, trampled atonement can rarely occur; in our unreconciled torments there is still the trembling cry of wounded pains that tremble and groan! Many swear by the Hungarian lifestyles enriched with ecstasy, and when the era of realizations may have come a long time ago, everyone washes the ***** and forgiving sins of their pasts alone! - The collector's tinsel is already multiplying in human culture standards, it is easy to die in the sure prospect.

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!

A stateless, orphaned planet orbits itself! An invisible body to the outside world! Foreign matter in the mess! With a restrained spin, shake off the unnecessary frills, false Promises! He would entrust His selfish Judgment Truths to frightened deer eyes if he could! He would cling to a desperate survivor in the icy Cosmos space! Faceless trembling abandoned and alone!
 
It does not completely lose its Sunlight, which is still foolishly glowing around its axis! - The unspeakable number of measured sins, and no matter how hard the dwarves would try, is covered by the public media: the scapegoats may have remained perhaps the true Heroes: they do not escape their responsibilities! The innocent supplications of the lived truths float in interstellar space with importance! One could humbly learn to wear human proportions: not to grow and not to sink beneath them!
 
We will be identical with our sins and testimonies once; you should believe, learn and always be afraid of conscious insecurity! - Your self-deceptive loneliness is still breathing: Morality and Humanity are useless here! In time-carved nests, death alone works! Do you want to be a silly victim or a treasure-preserving skeleton? You would cut yourself out of a multitude of people so that you would not be left stateless buried permanently! He will solve and sum up a patient, despised bed-pit, if indifference is shattered: you have already put down Balsors and blind luck!
 
Your begging child smile no longer affects anyone, even in your freezing self-discipline! He is exposing himself today if he shows the essence of the Spirit! Fear s fear bends like a chronic stomach cramp! - Your responsibility has been in eternal readiness for many years as an embezzled responsibility! Reality degrades itself into a troublesome appearance.

I accept more and more convulsive loneliness every day; as a violent shipwreck, the iris-like planks of rotting trees can even be a life-saving remedy! On hesitant intentions, everyone washes their own hands and conspires again! Promises received as gifts from others are similar to vague piles, ambiguous-tapping intentions! Dew diamond beads make it harder and harder to clean the shutters on wounded faces! Echoes of echoing silence echo inward; the invisible-silent light-shadows ring around him; a self-procrastinated moment is a fleeting waste in the footsteps of my whimsical will!
 
My eyes, which are often examined, search for the dreams of dawns: they search, scan for something elusive, unattainable, so that the sincere Truth can come to the purity of Winter! Our timeless earthly existences carry the jacket shadows this way: their selfish sight-honesty is often revealed! The wallpaper of the little boy's sadness weighs heavily; sobbing in your longing, teary eyes, the stigma of my half-orphanage would cry out one last time! My rumbling ventricles, which are constantly punctured, can also look like convex cavities!
 
My silent killer is my demanding drum, and every second there is another incomprehensible countdown bomb that is making an explosive! More than a thousand organized thoughts flow through my active brainstorms, and yet the existing, feasible Future - even after so many years - is increasingly welcomed by the shadows of uncertainty

In my eyes, childish fears wander in alarm; my rustling petty faith in my late manhood makes me cry! Terrible resentment is spreading in the trenches of my gray, bleeding soul! Substantial intent is starting to gather! As a prisoner, I am forced to stare around grid days! As a sick chest, I shudder around myself! I feel an unmoved resignation in missed opportunities that don’t support - but haunt me!
 
My expectations are already wasting time! My selfish decay is also sharpened by needle-sharp teeth, it hurts more and more, it chews and chews! - A despair terrifying in my beating heart like a series of new tachycardia landslides: destructive, loneliness of consciousness seeps through the cracks of annual rings! On cold nights, mold-and-white wax puppets, like prostitutes, exploitable indifferent people stutter on each other! - Fates, limited by their destiny, calmed down, battered by tragedies, are Being walking towards the unknown!
 
Between my crouching contemplations, there is an eternal, mischievous piece of moment: while the fierce law of Executioner times stays with me! Maybe even someone can wait for me to continue! The everyday robot continues to run within the wrinkled boundaries of Being! The completed imperfection also has a separate law! The distant insecure always fills itself with a semi-obscurity: that’s why it can happen that I always come back to myself, I turn back!
 
The Avar-rotten smell of fermentation ventilates me; the plundered tears of my face are trickled and torn by a blade-edged wind! Every minute I start to realize my stubborn guilt, and between my doubts, the remnants of faith are becoming more and more weak!

The superstitious gaze of the Universe will flirt with you if you let it! They dig their flesh into your floating rubber flesh! Every immortal kiss refutes Reality! A rocking cradle stretched over uninterrupted depths swings; including a planned line of stations! Flower petals appear on the palm of your hand as a sure pledge of eternal Loyalty! Shivering squeezes the pulsating heart petals! The Silence walks zigzagging on the edge of the Infinite: the Death Consciousness pulls you deeper and deeper, wings-broken!
 
The power of the Never Happened tears up our years! Even washing weights hang on the liberating Hope and you should learn to trust again! The shadows of the Past haunt you in your cells; your molecules are therefore zigzagging! As the crazy division of cells accelerated, Time accelerated! Today the Truth is still very cheap s the lie is astronomical! "Puddles stick to you like blood-******* mosquitoes!" Zeng is the murderous phlegm of old-fashioned self-incense! Man always believes in vain to cling to this now-counting, starving World, constantly humbling and kneeling!
 
Under the poisonous cages of solariums, hissing chicks are marinated, while their gorilla-brain knights pump themselves up in gyms! No more vigilant ghosts! Time has already challenged everything with its Hangman claws! It’s still harder to conquer on a donkey than with a Ferrari! - And whoever sees the Deficiency and Essence in me one day, I can boldly get to know him! - Care for creative poetry is barely falling! The bubble-inside of Man is soon enough until it finally bursts! Grimace flesh smokes on my face, so he can even grimace

Splatter - pretty much - I didn’t even know, in my beautifully ringing compliment-bouquet tongue, and yet you dragged it into your heart like a stifling magnetic clasp as if the secret gates of our souls were closed only to uninitiated eyes! Who is completely robbed of the experience of the universe of the Experience, the tangible moment: Like a cooling waterfall, I fell inside me

as recognition, it is the eternal connection of your being, and I would have been immersed in the redeeming waves of your night-black hair. “Now all my memories that seem insignificant are remembered from the charming autumn spirits of your face; from the indelible, comforting compassion of your being and in all my better days: When there is no pessimistic mood, nor sinking self-pity

scares me - I think of you, and I can only believe: From a distance, you ever do that, and you forgive me for not being a Initiator! - Irrevocably enchanted into my home, my second house, the visible imagination - I will be satisfied, sad, lean figure in his own rot: Perhaps bitterly, exiled by love: My dissatisfaction is already growing every day!

As a dream chaser, I would allow myself to hide in the camp of illusions of fidelity and devotion against a lost world of ordas: and were you the immortal flame of rampant Reality? "Believe me, and that's better than anything now."

it aches more permanently than ore and hurts apocalyptic!

If I were to gather my courage I would gladly be comforted among the rose petals of my lips; the cherished Universe, as a kind, caring Mother, would extend her sacrificial arms for me and comfort her with her kisses! Our wonderful words would wander into our eyes in the tunnels of secret telepathies; phenomenally laughing stars! "I know I'm still strangely ridiculous today, and yet the eccentric inertia of men in love as men in love;" I would protect myself from self-damaging disappointments and yet cling to the tropical atmosphere of love tendrils!
 
In the selfish depths of my childish soul, patience is wasting patience! Thinned hugs revolve around Procrustean beds, like notched knives! Disturbed innermost compulsion is chasing me to confess with open mouths of surprise to many who thought they were not even known! "Pebbles of stars stared into the black water of my eyes!" - Silence will be a white spot! In my weeded life, I match myself; the transient Time stretches itself to the bone wings of heaven as a victim! Every kiss will show golden figs, I just haven't noticed so far?
 
As the rootless flower, the moon is in the water of the sky! The dream stumbles at the moment of imaginary surprise plans, and blinded rainbows run at the crossroads! Toothless traps make this ******* Laugh laugh! - Crushed silence anesthetized for a long time, even the Humpback of Humanity! Under the stepping, half-silver shadow of the Moon surrounds the unbearable visions of the Future of Nineveh.

They put the man out of the big whole, that you. Try to cultivate the time of mortality. Inside, in the manipulated one-depth of the soul, the happy-sad dust of the past decades fluttering as sand. Because eternal moments would be good to adhere to the storage of cell-molecules, like Velcro fasteners or magnets. After forty, big harvesting begins; Thus, who tries to collect the fruit that was deserved in the way of serving crickets, or even enthusiastic ants, even what they thought could be sacrificed.

Coincidents were hanging on robbery chains, as they could have been able to stand the day -to -day pressure differences, which would have been good to compensate. The signs of life are already reflected in vain by the witnessed footprints, and the earthworms are furthermen, who are aware of the more true significance of the floods.

A thin clearing gap between our crowded feelings is increasingly rarely attacking; Secret, guessing Vates movements only rarely sing. Wherever you go, you are surrounded by obstacles, bad, unobtrusive fences everywhere in your life, which you may not be able to get rid of.

The unprotected victims dance at the edges of the gaps; Thick anniversary rings hiding in the year -rounds still hide the values ​​of our mortality. Time now, with increasingly uncertain charge, click-and-tongue in the century! - Anti -falsifying dazzles play with the diodes of the inner vocals that can be used, which we may even forget to show ourselves.

The hope of returning is still under the surface, but there is no one who finds it, holds it, comfort it with sincere, fearful will, and wants to take care!

Because it can never be like the stagnant stagnant waters of everyday life! Being hanging on iris flowers can hardly resist the insidious traps that set traps! We all stepped into a planned but clumsy crash! You would be set up as a strange puppet operating on the ground, if you could survive what might just be your terrace! The rainbow is set on the trap screen of our fears and it is not possible to know exactly: how far can the border and the end point last as long as we can remain human?!
 
-Numberful, lustful envy among the pores of our nettle skin! The ****** **** of passions is still spasmodically yours, but you already feel it: heart sounds group in troubled noises! Every profitable handshake-Yes, as if shaken in your shame already, that you can’t stay almost to yourself! "This is how you surrender to the dictatorship of bloodthirsty tyrannical careers!" All your pathetic attempts are aimless, vile blunder! Once upon a time, like Lazarus, you can't wait for the rocks to shatter in front of your towers: and you shouldn't consider the unhappy as guilty, but wounded-hearted to be comforted!
 
The fluttering smiles of butterflies bred in dented corners of the mouth are rare, if you can find them: every traitorous gaze stabs another Cain’s gaze into the sincere eyes of others! All trembling, naughty fears are also pain! He who, as a child, will be terrified incompletely in the superficial world of the Living also for disproportionate dreaded nothingness! You can’t pull yourself out of your trampled past that always surrounds me during my time! The deceitful eye hides spawned honeyballs until someone finds a companion…

Whatever you managed to say in your life, it stuck on the surface of the yawning water mirror. Because you know that no one can remain a separate island, the shore of which could not be linked to loyalty, love, love, or at least the fragmentary, momentary appearance of happiness. You have to keep your petty, translucent secrets for thirty years. As a snow -white canvas, you imagine the whispering of double life, even though you will soon realize only a burnt -out poraroid.

The pathetic stumbling blocks of your childhood are mostly forgotten, which will then be taken for the rest of your life every day; Because you would deliberately melt yourself into your narrower treacherous environment so that you do not accidentally cover the one you have survived. His dream teeth are concealed by the stray dream, and what the dawn is as if you were deliberately forgetting that you still have to do it here.

Just ask yourself the recurring question: are you resigning to the current position of your stuff, or would you rather change, but you have no idea where you can go?! Somewhere inside, you can feel that for the rest of your life, you have to beg a lot of things at the expense of others, not to be taken seriously as an equal party, to find the ways of your unsteady answers.

The deepest rabbit cavity of the Earth is not spacious enough until you accept it and get used to the parameters of your own prepared, born-of-the-bed loneliness.

It would often be good to step out of the deliberate cover of blind spots, which humiliate anyone who is invisible to the average little man, so that there should be this perpetual eclipse in human heads. You should not be easily lost in the puffy soul. Now this is going on: small and medium -sized enterprises can be stuck at any time on each other's hanging tree just because the larger -smelling sharks will ride everything and everyone that is possible.

Cheap Judas golds in their expensive trousers, or just their latest sports cars; Alligators are so fierce to prey, waiting quietly. For them, just an unexpectedly bad time to live on to their liking; Failure trends are increasingly being taken to the wrong direction. You shouldn't go to the east - but where humanity remains, the little spark of humanity.

The silent news brother, of course, is, of course, as an additional scapegoat, is wrapped in a single air promise. Ten little fingers sure I say was shaking enough on the trigger. - The constant restless anxiety should always be observed in the depths of the inner walnut souls.

For years, every little man has been hesitant on the edge of the platform, as if only this could have been the only place for others to be in the number of people; As if the faces should not look elsewhere in just one direction. They were stuck with stunned beetles among the neon reflectors of existence. The petty thoughts close, as are the metro doors narrow and smoky tunnels in the dark depths!

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.

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 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!

I hear today irreversibly getting closer and closer to my vulnerable heart as critical, cheap grabs are eaten; Worthy executioners of cultures! And how do my kidneys try to process the eloquent sermons of unworthy black soups, if they don't take care of those who gala usurp the gifts of their spirits, the empty shell of the shell becomes an echoing example to me! And the infinite space also communicates with the Odyssey sighs of the once-once seas!
 
Out of me there will be rancid prophetic squeals, and the few fragments of My Time are barely making music, but they are knocking! In the cave-deep soul of my opening cave-deep soul, a child is still crying and threatening: until He grows out of me, I can remain as a Man, and my boundaries cannot disappear! I can only be an exact, missing link in a junk formula! I would try my wings half-nail-hesitantly as Icarus became more and more impatient!
 
I would happily push myself into the background, but this sensationalist world is forcing me to confess as stubborn confessors certain things! Behind me, the Void is consciously sneaking in, and a sticky feline light flowing from the lunar lobes like wounds! He immersed himself in rat souls as a refuge, a hardy worm of Indifference! And in many cases, the "camp of some" still listens to his words: Cowards crouching in themselves!
 
No one was easily denied solid defense from anyone! The words of the Prophet are sharp at the top of my tongue! As a thousand overzealous geysers, I would increase the number of a laid-back, legitimate Judgment while a murderous silence rumbles in my throbbing ears

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?!

Bucket; pounding ***** knock on the windows. Perhaps this is how the ominous sky sends us hidden star messages: Millions of tears from a meteor and comet shower brazenly, sadly the wind! Man is often better, fleeing to cowardice - a bed pulls into a cherishing loaf, hesitantly tolerating the gloomy veil of the night being torn apart by the pointed dentures of lightning: Whip-popping rumbles!

I can only listen to the murderous, compromised silence of the indifferent nature, sandan from the craters of telltale eyes, staring with a sly blink; fears, dreads, horror mists are attracted to each other, and they are not let go by strangulation - on the levels of nightmares.

I succumb to the roosting distortion of cosmoses! Raw diamond-hard reality is burdened only by my loneliness: It would be good to be comforted in maternal lap caring harmony only one last time! - I saw angry nihilistic sorrows fluttering from apocalyptic skies, and I imagined: The vanity of misunderstanding sits proudly on the ruins of my common sense!

Even in a disturbing chaos, madness is leaking, now I would just want to lock myself in between lightning-fast home walls, where celestial threat proves to be little, because there can be no other harm from raging rage - I would have looked up if there had been watchful stars! And so consoling in the midst of so many ordeal-like celestial horrors and plagues,

your self-sacrificing smile would have had a gracious effect on me! In vain! The meteor tears of the unspeakable pain of heaven still torment me!

How much easier it would have been without the memory of the humiliated gymnastics, which, with the whipping of executioner ropes, haunted new targets every day with fear of death; only a few could understand the Truth of the present out of blood-soaked eyes! All human Judgments and murders could be measured against these only then; finally, every insidious glance was already a murderous thorn in our vulnerable hearts and we sobbed doomed to lonely orphanage like alamus, pathetic worms while we looked down at our own soul wells, gathering courage!
 
We could hardly hear that any of us had committed suicide because they could not bear the stigma-wounding evils of their bachelors! The writing campaigns also started with Executioner jokes! In a treadmill world, magnified evil also seems bigger, scarier! *****-smiled male pillars practiced slap-dancing times until the “others” could learn how to serve and pit at the same time ?! Washed, washed clothes also had to be reused, and the torn Budmilos bag cost a lot!
 
There could have been no pathetic chance for the Guardian to escape the apocalypse of everyday terrorist hells to Infinity! They were forced to tolerate the pain of the usurper as a lifeless object; the sentient Spirit was as much drained as the foreign matter from the tendons of skeletal bones!

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!

In our golden, dust-sized Existence-Time, we all travel like stowaways along blind tracks, walking our own soul-killing Odyssey; as if we already guessed in advance what our good mother gave birth to us for, struggling for life. Maybe then, even as half-groping blind children, it was good to believe to ourselves that there could be a purpose and value to the fact that we are still here, and that we want to be somewhere.

Like hidden shadows or sacred radiance, our secrets are either this way or that - but they will remain with us forever if we do not tell them to anyone; the comfort of fake smiles that intrude on a person may not really excite us anymore, since almost all of them are false, fake, or just tinsel. As if Reality, of which we are unconsciously part, like pieces of cells or microparticles, wanted to knock more and more frequently.

It would be nice to be filled with unearthly harmonies in the lap of the Universe in the hope of a fuller life; the peaks of rock-hearts have pierced the torn canvases of my soul a million times, and there was no one who could have promised to heal me. We have been stuck outside the gate of redeeming salvation for a long time, which was closed with seven padlocks. The soul, which has already received enough careless pain, nurtures cacti of solitudes alone, the memory preserves torn dreams.

Why do we constantly feel that our every move, our DNA instinct, and the physical blueprint of our genetics are full of doubt and hesitation, if we even dare to go through the stages of the life journeys we have begun, or walk in the sacred captivity of balmy sunsets on the beach, where the shore can only be filled with people with perfect bodies?! There is still a long way to go until we realize this, if only there were always someone standing by our side as a helping hand to show us the way through the swamp of confusion!