Millions of illuminated celestial lilies. Saints guard and bleed the Lighthouse of Light, the glow of halos. Blindfolded silver-eyed: Spike-stars distant planets damage their scaly bodies to immortality with the strange tissues of the night! At once, all the headaches will be lost in them, and the wounded twilight will tear blood-flames!

Gigantic butterflies, night-watching grasshopper armies are chirping in the declared slaughterhouse of darkness - man with a gentle dream, now he can hardly rest! I can no longer slip to my liking in the mist field of milky farmers - I should sleep already - and I know that somewhere a charming angel is dreaming with me with a sigh!

Her restless and holding Heart was planting her clattering harassment - she has planted in me even now: My peace is threatened by my spirit wandering on the border of alertness and insomnia! My Adam-costumed body and its heated accessories get richly wet from glass *****.

The captivity of the ice cubes Anktartisz now tempts me so well, successfully, - my tongue, which haunts the immortality of kisses, glows and glows with a flagging instinct in my mouth, forgetfulness breeds among my flourishing memories. The distant Milky Way now froze in the funnels of lilies. In his sky, proud light giants flock! Planetary continents trained in cold fire-furnaces — conscious pendulum hours of calm and perhaps sure satisfaction — are an endless, always rearrangeable, and rethinkable question mark of Desire: Did I do well, did I do it? And can we avoid the spike of pain together?

- Conscious recognizability is found in the Gordian cycle: It cannot be avoided with knowledge!

Empty refugees
  
    
To see uninhabited cities all night, with only our bowed, penitent heads facing. When stomaching refugees live across streets and their homeland is the unknown insecurity of existence: Survival by day at all costs, and its universal response, painful golden treasures have been shed instead of trees, autumnal, rich scales!

I knew ghosts roaming villages, and the dim, hollow-eyes were like extinct crater stumps with only the tangible, lining indifference of Nothing. - In the sheltered captivity of the valleys, the city was still expanding - man: with a bag of potatoes, food, and soap water, he pays more for unattainable and general hygiene than for others to drink deratuned alcohol because of their weak will: Their will is weak and weak!

Their vulnerability is universal and expanded, their state of being is still the same: because it is timely and because they have broken ashore ships without the shackles of society! Yes! How did mistakes be made? More than likely! But why shouldn't there be a second chance for those who voluntarily undress their shady and fragrant mockery and from now on they will be good and obedient?

The stars were now in tears of blood, and the universal wolf's tooth of the Times had crouched, and the vengeful outsiders had stigmatized the vengeance of icicles! After all, in Life, when someone steps forward a lot, they always jump into pitch black. And can we not even know what we want: to respond with suicide to the treacherous Injustices,

or only the vicissitudes of life, the helpless everyday life, force out of us the lived, irreversible pains.

Today, I wouldn’t feel the real, merchant-killer glances at the Real: Are you superfluous on this planet? Maybe I will get out of the absurd cycle of Existence sooner? My friends: If they were still, or have been, or could be - they gave up on me as micro-minutes of irises they disappeared like a bolt of lightning! Everyone already knew and guessed, they didn't tell me the hard-working outsider, the thinking ancestral hermit:

You have fallen out of human graces, wish baskets for lollipops! If, as a diligent, constantly repetitive, edible Sisyphus, he looks up steeply and selfishly finds the abundance of stones he has fallen back on the mountain with his stubbornness - the Prometheus struggle is meaningless as the only sweated whole of Existence: He himself is a tragic hero - nonsense

he swears out his small nothingness every day, cursed with eternity, - in vain - but continues by faith in good faith! All-seeing, petty Gods will only have mercy on their vain calculation once! - If I, too, as this grotesque tragicomic-hero, learn: Why do nothing, and make everything that counts,

interest-forged man-pushing, humble endeavor — and I could deserve to be free to roll myself over to the other half of the mountain with easy, vicious steps, with a sure faith-consciousness: I once did not do my bitter work repeated in vain; Would the majestic lightning of Zeus strike me? Or maybe in their pride

can there be human well-being and pity even among petty leaders? Would they give sure handrails in eternal trials, the wise counsel necessary


- Where can I go? And what if I didn't fall into the gaping bottom of the depths in my helpless, petty loneliness all the time - as a compulsion to the point of death ?!

Now my blunders are multiplying and multiplying! I’ll be more and more half-naked, more and more chatter-stumbling, more awkward! The law of polite etiquette and immeasurable intent to courtship have greatly shackled my remaining life. My persistent caracan for my brave confidence is dwindling! When a man arrives at thirty, he is suddenly shocked only to stagger in a land unknown to him; the uncertain Universe cheerfully surrounds him and can only *****!


I might not even be able to say in words that I will have to count on myself for the rest of my life: The sooner I make the tangible laws of Being learnable, and the easier it will be to protect myself from the dangers of slapping! "One might do better to maintain one's humanism than a crown, a wedge over his head,"

even an umbrella, and a showering curse could hide under hyena and scratching words for sure! “Now every generation of donkeys and young people is just that - that is why the hot-headed generation is irresponsibly and nasty with the belief that it does not responsibly follow confident role models, fictional characters who have been made Himalayan-sized by their conscious commitment to falling.

I don't even have a heart and dare to face the intellect many times, though now it would be easy for me to act on my whispering heart and not have to pay attention to it - with my obsessive persecution mania: in a voice of hope with you,
even for just a moment, I would know just what can stand up to long tolerance, denial, along with emotional hurricanes in the Heart!

My night is rocking on a rippling silver lake! Sharpening the diamond-blade lights of the haunting Moon like a shard of knives, he spits on me; I watch their frightening shadow dances in awful, murderous silence on the wall of my empty room! The blood-tear-burning bonfire of twilight sooner faded, no longer burning — even if I could not find myself back from the crypt bed of fading darkness. I often think of my sweetheart’s all-redeeming, blessed smile; he would cherish me on his lap when everyone left and even with scary snarls, a burning or grumpy thunderstorm could break us. He calms and caresses me with soothing harmony!
 
My cowardice, and my vile slyness - may be - unfaithful to myself; i can't leave! I can't be a target of betrayals, we can't be a safe target, and if I could be sure of my retaining help, I'd rather stick to the tough roots of Friendship! When they disappear over my head
 
gloomy nights, days that can be challenged, will the one who sincerely loves and saves me be more faithful to me?! "As a fear-driven, diligent hedgehog: I should be soothed and comforted by my sullen child soul, that I may not leave myself forever — but I will fight for my dreams if it is destined to do so!"
 
Today, crazy Celeb ideas, screaming minute-blue people are running around in the captivity of unworthy flashing screens; False credit-lost art-smiles sound like the flame of the Universe too! As an alien planet, I selfishly revolve around myself! And why do I have to face tired every day that more and more meaningful mankind why only one vile hour?!

When I was drawn to myself at once as a summer rampage, and the heat flirted with us, the landscape was sultry, fogged with volcanic vapors, and we would be accustomed to an air war of refreshing drafts — our eyes trained for science. We should stop losing the false illusion - which we have told each other as truth - and just love it as a sweet-sad consolation of tears! Just watch as the mature, drunken summer kisses the veins of tree leaves into golden treasures, training lattice-belly blinds so that when we fall into each other’s arms at the universal word of the Universe we can refresh the hiatus of the air.

Caress your hair with delicious and pleasant chocolate chips! "But happiness and satisfaction do not radiate from me now," despised bitterness rages with the pounding steel needle of a steam drill in your heart:


Now that you have grown into a married, committed woman, you can only vegetate almost every day so that the eternal One Emotion dies immortal again as Prometheus. “Many times I watch the silver smile of stars with a delicate navel — but that doesn’t hope for salvation either. To resurrect the immortal realm of Eden! Your eyes are two vulnerable, orphaned

a tiny continent of desolation and also the books - with which I surround myself every day, and they have brought remorse that has destroyed my counted time. Now, under the bearded icicles, I crouch up like beaten shipwrecks. The indifferent Winter also targets me with killer frost glances over my head!

I had already sipped, I had fought quite a few times: with gazes, squeaky fools, good-natured comers, who - perhaps - despised the moral fruits of the tree of knowledge at a cheap price, and yet stored in their brains, the sacred fruit seemed to get worse soon! I would speak more boldly, with a silly, prophetic childish voice and a free mouth if

I could have understood the word more scientifically - which is why with wise people! - I was looking for an alliance of scientists, friendly spirits; they all buried my good humor, the secret atmosphere, with their flirtatious, honey-glazed hymns of praise and gallows humor: what could have made me - if my linguistic stuff hadn't

they succeed - so that with groping possibilities I can find eyes like a blind kappa in the land of yellow *****! What was a toy and a weapon for them was an evil in my eyes: “You! Because you don’t have a universal linguistic examination, you can’t listen to grammar lectures that’s why - No one has teamed up with my uncompromising soul!

Sober, prestigious morals should be created, not by doing business with meanness and vulgarity, human dignity will sink, if it does not flicker as an unshakable candlelight in the heart of the Moral trusted!

Because we dared to believe and hope that the flame of the intellect would drive fresh and modern sprouts, - but we had finally seen it with fragmented self-confidence: in the exterminating campaign camp of Roast Conservatives; Inquisition is a gift for innovative spirits!

In most cases, one would not believe, unfortunately, not only criticisms, not only criticism, scalp -like remarks, but also the trumpet archangels blowing out the sinister trumpet. The lies are now increasingly small, pathetic, as almost everyone has become a deliberate compromise and made a bargain or a good pact.

Now, it may seem that the desire for glorious fame is in constant, even in the hazelnut brains that have been brainwashed; Human life is everyday, small -style, little hell of time, unexpectedly, unexpectedly. Now, the latent roots of the desire for power are increasingly wanting to gain from the earth, his deliberately ruined life again, venturing to the light of the world again.

Well -sounding visions have now been infected in their vanity that you. The beauty and glorious model industry will perhaps spoil them for the rest of their lives, and will be treated as queen, and while the average is only increasingly burdensome, pleasing, and in lasting unhappy, the robot.

Momentary, calculating pleasures, reconciled unhappiness, they are disturbing, crossing the labyrinth, deliberately uncertain paths. And waking up on the boundary of the dream, with half-paths the next day, with its visceral headaches, a few raven birds swear over a continuous, unprecedented head-up heads. Who knows if they are just waiting for another winter or for another start?!

The world is now cosmos, Donga's legs are still moving towards the cosmos; Stone, whimsical, silent celestial star in the nests of stratospheres. Other times, in a negative way, he would almost flatten himself back to another galaxy if possible. At the edge of existence itself, there may have been some confusion between the two endpoints of the silence that no one has understood nowadays.

It may be better to flee from sun-busters that look helpless, because they can't even listen to more experienced, wise words that the scientist gave birth to their brains; On wandering serpentine trails, they march over our heads in the way of curling snakes, which have been disgusted, and for decades. The loosened staples of the souls were as if they had long been rusted, as the lubricant oil was also being cut by someone.

The Dariido People are now increasingly stinking from the arrogance of the Hübris-nourished manner, and they smell so daddy in their souls, although they are stretching out of the outside in a branded suit and showing the imagined standard; Tiny shiny rings shine in the heroic lovers, while the night falls back into the darkness of the night.

Uncertain, the world still feels the selfish-mown truth, which he can never prove enough, and his victims have become unprotected by dedicated to the hopes of survival to the hope of a better and noble period. Perhaps the earthly fruits of the universe will also be trapped halfway?!

My friend, no matter how many unemployed people now find themselves in the abyss of subsistence, no struggle: He struggles with the enveloping annihilation, which takes everything by relentless methods and spares no one, and how many vulnerable attempts go out of Hope on solid feet - what a merciful : "There are no more places to earn a living today!" "It can be divided by mouth!" - Everything seems to be destroyed and shattered, and even life-sustaining existence is becoming more and more difficult - children can only pay for one or two snacks of sacrifice with tearful pearls, because none of them: S longing back to the idyllic island of peace, escaping back and forth!

My friend, the summer is going to have better days in the saddle of beating soon: everything slumps down - the heating bill is a thing of the past - even tactile words, promises of cheapness bind, scratch, disappear most of the palate

What Man Can Afford: Set aside and squat as much as possible: Make jam in a thick stream from the ash face of peaches, and accumulate as many well-closing useful cans as possible for even harder times: And the very bitter fact remains: also rotting canned residue

precious number gone! It is the hardest to survive the alley-scented hours of the days, so that the Thought has already froze in gelatinized brains, and that the will, the compulsion of the ancient method of wanting to do, has been ground by the hopeless Nothing!

Whoever you may have been in the shackles of your past, now you are wandering aimlessly, pouring in the apostate hours of the day: What you thought was certain to be kept, and what you thought was easily escaping your punching hand these days! - You don't need more desire to prove: In the process, your former merry allies emerge: In joy and sorrow, your girlfriends, friends, colleagues - did not exist here on this earth! There is also a thirty-year sketch of your body as a question of why and how: Your everyday tried and worn nerves are strained through strings.

the matured and lying lie-off peace of suffering, emotions. Whoever you were as a rabbi of your past, now the Present scatters and shares your tried memories: Everyday proofs! For a long time you were hesitant, half-hearted, speechless, struggling with conscious silence: It would have been nice to call secrets with open-hearted, sincere-minded people - only for the One, True word!

Afraid, I have all left the shores of peace. Once again, I should start to stubbornly and proudly resurrect with elevated consciousness and faith - while I can and can: Beauty will be in the constant, mortal cycle as well: The redeemable mortality of Existence, your little one!

Now you are still carrying yourself deep in yourself, your thoughtful and imagined fall, because you have never let go and let the trembling little people fall asleep embedded in the depths of your heart to crawling, soul-seeing eyes!

Your unruly confidence, your unbroken confidence in the immortality of letters, is now still the object of ridicule: Standing alone, standing alone! - Whoever you were behind your little boy's mask: In the outbursts of rage of natural elements who want to rage, demand and so proclaim the moral Humanity,

"You can be sure once again, if you believe in him, an uncarved world-thrown, hermit of the mountains." The Redeeming Peace is making its way more and more urgently in you

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

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

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

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

I slowly fall into the depths of the vortex of my killer silences. Every Stigma Day I have to put up with the sins of the ******* world! They accuse me of uttered Judas ’words while my falling pearl of yoke dazzles me in a shattered shadow face! The distance of times stirs up and asks: "Let's see! How much could you learn from your lessons? ” - but no one deserves an answer, lingering, no-man's-house underpants!
 
It would be good to show the trenches of the shells of the shells of those times today to those who have ever kicked me in and out of me! - In my arms diligent blood molecules began to numb; an ever-threatening apocalyptic puzzle message weaving fears of death: can I wake up to the reality of an uncertain tomorrow?!
 
My heartbeat defying drumming beat but it would be nice to share now! I could listen to the tiny music of toddler, mini soles, while the immortal Dear Superstition would look at me with omnipotence, and in the lap of the harmonies he found, the two hearts would become one! In my faithful eternal-child soul, there would be no happier person than me! "Yet in the zigzag of my organized consciousness, it is as if connected spaces give the news with echo sounds: 'Take care, for the End may reach you sooner!'
 
I would interrogate this feeling in a deafening, delicate silence so that I could hear his excuse for Being, why do I have to break away from Being so soon?! "Imagination draws an infinite cosmos space around me, and I cannot trace the sincere truth that has consciously prepared me!"

You are in a hurry trying to say goodbye to a long -forgotten honey -glazed, calling voice that promised the sacred promises of immortal romance; You would knock on closed doors, gates, closed windows, but you are disappointed with yourself and tell yourself: Come on! Why?! Next to a advertising wall, like most of the dogs, you stop and unexpectedly surprise the bitter, penetrating smell of the urethral ammonia. Maybe you weren't better, and it's different than anyone, just an average guy who is still out.

You are still a little stuck, because it seems as if you don't want to go to work that day, where your slave bosses are regularly yelling at her pant, baldness, pathetic head, and you need to break the stolen nuts that can decorate your table.

End length is not forever over your head The failure, steel-white neon light, but you would rather vote for the well-proven sixty watt pears, and you are lucky to have another small style, mole diopter. Your superficial relationships have become an infinite water -eighth, because, according to many, you have deliberately neglected them.

Just when you feel that you would burn out and give up more, since a sober meaning and foreseeable logic have long been gone, a romantic voice is dead in your mobile: "Hi beautiful boy! I miss you darling! " -and you -like most -, love -hungry, sober pathetic idiot, with a disgusting, disgraced consciousness, listen to the etheric, pearl -chattering sound of the other everyday success,

Many have already asked you what you have done for yourself to be a little more livable, tolerable, and while you list what you have done, what you have done to the noble, right, good, They get a idiot for a day 24 hours a day!

I have always wanted to listen, perhaps, when I listened only under my mother's heart, like a pitifully crouching human fetus, to the oracles that came to me through the channels of the fearful outside world; mysterious holy words, or rather telling, wise words that I did not understand for a long time, because they were covered with the hieroglyphs of reason. Like the closed seven-padlocked gates that first fall on a person, then the painful childhood finally closes; our silent mouths are repeatedly closed by the gnashing of teeth, vain crying and sobbing for nothing, because things have not changed.

In their hearts and souls, shackles and chains are stretched that cannot be cut; The doubting past asks them eternally recurring questions, like a fragment of an indelible memory that has happened, and their requests, whether they bypass the fence or just jump over it, because they regularly put their well-considered answers in the balance pans. From the challenging coincidences - fear - can there never be a completed Fate?!

Because the passage of Time is still unnoticed, silent; the fear of adulthood, adulthood, still lurks secretly in the hearts of most of us; among new paths that have become aimless, it is increasingly difficult to find the one that can mean everything to be able to move on and prosper.

Because a person is often tempted and suffocated by futile waiting. It would be good to redeem the colony of soullessness, so that even those who constantly think of themselves as a pitiful, petty little nobodies can still hope!

And then, in that unspeakable, superstitious, at once frightening temper: The biological current of immortality crashed into our bodies like the lightning-giant mountain giants of lightning. Then my two vibrating and seeing pupils began to ram and vibrate silently, the heartbreaking prayer “send heart to heart”! Hair dumplings pinched the jungle of my chest and pierced with the spikes of your bush

their rosy, believing faces tickled, but you didn't mind! Love made you obsessed, and you would have traveled to the stars if you knew you could still find Him there, you could reach Him! - Wavy, gentle amber tendrils stretched into raven-night silence like fishermen throwing a net:

They could keep and encircle the prey: Hairy boy-animal! Infected with half-heartedness! "You have gracefully driven your marble neck over my shoulders, your idyllic daydreams have opened New Worlds to me." A mischievous goodness cheated on your eyes in two eyes, I also learned the secrets of your sigh!

Oh, but still! Threatened Depression into the Kharübdis Gorge, you were afraid to follow me among our inevitable transgressions! In the meantime, I have always called for you: If you chased and stranded the desert, lonely loneliness. If my body was reduced to boiled-cancer by bombarding rays, and if I screamed at night while seeing nightmares because you weren’t by my side to shake my boss with your swan hand!

And if you sometimes hit the ****** trombones of your temper, you know, I forgave them all! Just ask yourself the eternal, irrevocable question: Was your hurtful swear word right while you acted on the laws of your heart?

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

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

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

Closed doors open before me again,
The yawning tear in the skies threatens to be stabbed by lightning knives if I don’t pay attention, I take care. - Everything greets you as a friend here: The cathedral, which has lived for a long time, the overbearing series of battered furniture, and the portrait hall of history have long been familiar! But in school days, in the universal corridors of solitude, long-unseen faces and echoes greet, and the Inquisition of my black book is insufficient!


I never understood: If one grinds one's mind with knowledge to sharpen and stay minded, why should it be punished? When I was here at an ice age: Ladies wreaths adorned every window and they laughed intoxicated! What could have happened? Were the truth-tellers, messenger-sages, expelled? Wherever I stop in the fragmentary moment, the legitimacy of fear and dread takes hold of cells!

The whitewashed walls screaming snow-white also tell of betrayals and humiliations! Behind the doors, I still listen to the threat of unfriendly exams and exams! It carries a doom inside every minute: The time here is always over; Innocence swears with frightening humility in lamb deer eyes! "The alien passer-by is immersed here in the fog of statelessness!"

No apology! No excuse! No forgiveness! One cannot always trust here on one's own, one can hope for emerging goals!

Longing and interest hold back and unite the World: The weak is humbled, the butane sucker does not learn, and bursting with a series of forced nods, he is laughed at by the tyrants! - At ten o'clock in the morning the swelling of them is still raging in the morning, whether in the restless sea the ladik or the barn,

predators that have dwindled in their stupidity, hyena-mouthed sucker-faces only live on! - The wake-up sleeper works twelve hours a day: we leave China with new peaks; we have certainly far exceeded the Bill of Existence. And while others use the easy galaxy method, such as ant-hacking hackers, to bank accounts with boring indifference and ease,

and as a cunning Trojan horse, they challenge meticulously constructed security, until then Gravity falls, and everyone wastes and stays in place: It's easier to prosper with sheep's bribes, isn't it? Though honor would be paid for with the cosmic universality of humanity - not as a favor of interests! - That's why I stay and still live with the promises of out-of-the-box - otherwise cheap promises of medicine

anyone can bribe, humiliate: Unrestrained, intrigued lies slaps the infestation, humiliates and sweatshows from those who always keep our noses up, as soon as the "Some" thinks, if they they set in their pride the proud, groundbreaking opportunity — to trample on just about anything that isn’t one-drinking with them. - They, with nice pity, would be cheap promisers to know the real contents of Truth:

task, and Annamari would also have nicely matched the pound poems from the letters: perhaps the universal Heureka spark of humanity could not be forgotten. The weak are malaysian in the cheap eyes of others anyway because they are much Vulnerable as witnesses!

In homeless, homeless swarms, ravens chatter on skeletal-sectioned tree branches: Charred black bones preparing to cool! They didn't spare the cold shadows of the seasons, either, while they could: Believe that the stealthy flare of the fading day has now stopped for good! The only possible connection between the two lovers was that they clung to each other with umbilical cord captivity, capturing each other’s safety - social gravity prejudices everyone.

he beheads, he is not curious about you because he never asks! With clenched fists, clenched teeth whirling, fluttering, cuddle in Time-vacuum, thoughts flutter with meaning, after warming pity! An icy silence turned into a executioner, murderous air seeps through the tunnels of the body! - From the sunken time, it would be such a good satisfaction to pull you out now,

that your blushing temper could unfold the blood-rosy essence on your face! Alas! - It must be late, it can't be! Memories swaying in the past can now be easily deceived: In vain! The years go by faster than at the beginning of our birth, when everything and everyone is brand new! -

Well, this is how we live on and on: You are scattering what could have been Beautiful and Noble, and many friendly-spirited, perhaps only good-natures presented to the world - those who were really in captivity in Mortal Time are now long gone, and may never return they know!
"The one-eyed Cyclops eye with a single-eyed wink no longer greets him, and with its deep red wounded arch, the rainbow has moved into transience," a vague, uncertain, organicizing material accumulates on the island of the Horizon line!

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

As if we were just robbing each other, we would be robbing each other by trying to assert ourselves by trampling on anyone, in a world from which the appearance of tolerance and empathy has completely disappeared. Our inner, sinful destruction carries the fierce, Sisyphean weight of a huge self-destruction. The giant projector of the soul preserves more than a million memory slides, until Alzheimer's or dementia catches up with it. The ancient secrets of the Universe are already kneaded and coded into our instincts, and yet we often do not dare to safely open our vulnerable hearts.

It is also increasingly difficult to decipher the love of two unknown beats with its bitterly perverse Apocryphal symbols; because sooner or later everyone, increasingly sympathetic, just stumbles upon themselves. Our everyday annoyance is thus devoured by the tolerated patience, whose voice - at least - we do not listen to for the time being.

On the corridor of our dreams, we continuously distance ourselves from the fabric of real reality, of which we are still a part; in an instinctive vacuum, we shrink to endpoints, like the humming worms in the passages chewed by moles under the omniscient surfaces. We stare into the empty distance for a long time, since no one can yet see the certain interpretations. The silence of the outcast - fearful - although it does not teach us to live like a wise thinker, because it is becoming increasingly difficult to survive.

I walked there in motionless minutes. Down there, captive to sand dunes, romantic sunset. Helios' proud sunny island smiled only to herself: sparkling and sparkling. And I secretly wanted to scream madly inside my heart into the crispy foams of the waves: Note the Sea that we can stand here in pairs with each other's One-hearts, clasped together like in that characteristic sigh-minute.

We walked hand in hand in a budding universe. Somewhere I wanted to unravel the secret of his sad and bohemian lover, his unknown magic: How can he scout her sand-grained body with the kisses of waves while unspeakable harmony, otherworldly promise rages between them? “Your scorching sweet chestnut eyes revealed top-secret secrets, and you ran across the shore competing. The delicate strands of your amber hair were tangled in the wind!

Did I soar? Did I imagine? Or am I just disappointed? Or I could only have been a passer-by of immortal accomplishments that you, if you can be with you, sink into self-forgetful dreams of self-forgetfulness: knowing that you are drowning in Eden kisses. And I swore! Always calling on the Truth to you: Unconscious magnetic pole energies attracted, demanded, called you, and you could be greedy and insatiable in the only Heureka minute that demanded the immortality of Existence…

The falling twilight of arches still breaks through the balcony of the dusks; a few orphaned beams of light drift, the barks of dusks crackle on the branches of the trees - even the former loving hearts are shackled by the wedding songs of the birds. Rushing contacts strain against each other, until even the beginnings that were thought to be planned end in total breakups.

The established form and movement, which once seemed so homely, become formless. In our wakefulness, we listen to the talking shadows whispering greetings, sneaking unnoticed here and there; with a butterfly soul, it is perhaps increasingly difficult to truly get to know someone, because it does not let itself be deterred by superficial exhibitionist frills.

- The conscious dream of insignificance seems to have long been an integral part of the calvary of our everyday lives. For the petty Odyssey of ever new futility is also the homesickness of longing, which once belonged to every man. The garden of despised silences is watered with tears of childish sadness; one should not possess the power of inexorable surrenders - but one should understand their meaning.

Truth-telling honesty maneuvers in a boat among inescapable mistakes and perhaps even itself cannot know how it should learn from its mistakes and the set of its failures... For it is known: every Shadow of Times is only an empty phrase-dream, if it cannot be realized tangibly. We must increasingly uncertainly maneuver ourselves through the turbulent waves-murmurs of existence. - It is not certain that it is possible to cling to the uncertainty of seasons. The compulsion of reality has also become inexplicable; in the discovery of ourselves on journeys, homesickness is just as tense!

How much have I pondered - incomprehensible - and how much have I postponed? I can't catch it! I would say. With a true-proud and perhaps whimpering consciousness, to whisper only to the pure light atmospheres of my eyes, what thoughts, moods, emotions I cherished for Someone who gave up trampled on me. The happy fulfillment of the universe can be here on this earth two sparkling, fire-piercing eyes: a tiny dance of teeth, the body speech of tongues in the palate, in a system of organized tissues!

And for in every kiss the elusive charm of immortality flares up; passions collide in the wake of heroic battles. The crease of lips and faces shreds each other after midnight! And in the end, each one breaks, hangs, and finally merges with the fulfilled universe again with united force.

The shattered, sultry bars of the night melt into themselves, guarding the sleeper hard! - how many unearthly, cheerful minutes the cubs wished each other, in love They are True. You have to feel, search, discover the pagan spells of fulfillment, your hidden body landscapes! The smiled and gifted smile once again stretches the drunkenness of emotions for the last time, and the yoke yokes of lust also dream of a fulfilled redemption.


And because the expediency of goals fills every foot of the essence! None of them are wrong in the sure decision; their circle is driven by a circle of conflicts! "How much have I wondered if I should do enough, act and confess!"

How fertile, sniffing now is the serenity. Maybe this is the proud or sublime time of enlightenment, is it so sublime, strange? You can chat here only with mythical signs, hand signals and the quietest! Together they are here: young scholars, wise-looking prophets - monks who have remained with intention and tradition even in recent times. Together they watch the immortal immortality of the letters!

Then they come when the day is over soon and too suddenly over! The inexplicable ancient secret of books rests in letters embedded in letters; offering himself towards complete immortality! - perhaps it is really in this holy place that the remaining ray of hope, its light: The immortal, eternally thirsty thirst of enlightenments?

The greedy and insatiable thirst of the Enlightenment is now foaming the Knowledge into big sips to fill the still shoreless and uninhabited mosaic pieces of the brain! And man should always distinguish between immortal lines, eternal thoughts: Destruction and Creation!

To find answers to life's recurring and summary questions, and not just to answer questions with unending questions! The eye beetle, like bustling, motoring ants, is purring the silent, speaking camp of letters! And while an uncomfortable neon light with its unfriendly glare rays constantly injures the retina like a needle: The point is, let's continue - yes - on it, more and more, and more! Anyway, the latest knowledge is always discovered first, and only then does the suffering past come together from its crumbs!

And even if it is superfluous to prove it, the individual truth, because it is an evident one - something should be done responsibly to make the operation of human wellheads understandable here!

Waves, waves: The sailor is rocking with their dreams, and the living one who was not swallowed by Atlantis! Bikini amazons, sea goddesses stepping out of sea foam boil my blood like the words of dreams. They hope for romantic compliments. Ditches, valleys, gaps open as gates to the doors of the Sea: The ancestral philosopher!

Grumbling raging cemetery, lover licking the hips of rocks southbound! Chewing on the broken crumbs of memories, I like tiny moments of what’s left. The knife tip of the volcano of the sun still hurts my blistered skin: insomnia greets me every time the nightingale light looks at me!

Carefully I dare to just lubricate: Struggling with my increasing oxygen deficiency helps me in my fear of death; warns of dangers by flying bubbles that call for existence. And every footprint ever immortalized by immortal emotions into the home of desert sand dunes becomes a petrified stone.

But did anyone also ask why the stone bleeds when exposed to water? My heart is still dominated by mood pessimism: from where discouragement and self-pity gently shine outward!
So far, I have no idea that the given bombing moment that conveys an eternal universe can be captured! “In the secret, bubbly ******* of my heart, fairy cells run, unceasingly, peacefully. In my mind-creating thoughts, the fragile and tiny pace of your breathing changes,

s your priceless heart to slow down and to rise below your chest! - Now the changed World is utterly bleak and barren; without you all will be invalidated.

I see as an accomplice, have you ever been able to listen? you thought to yourself overwhelmingly, proudly, “What can this worthless willow cub want? Even that immortal kisses and the nectars of idyllic laurels? What nonsense is that again ?! ” "I didn't dare take my lips to magical, complimenting words," he was afraid I knew, I'd scare you for good!

The bewitched Moment of Fate gifted me, and then he was suddenly captivated, he took me far: Maybe if we became the cuddly grandmothers and grandfathers of the School of Life, we might still run into each other in the great abundance! "I couldn't even say one last word to you: And now it's not just the usual 'how am I?' - bagatell's question rides in my head, why did I collect misguided minutes, idyllic gazes

shreds? I already know: The determined will boasted in me that would have handed out trust graciously! I haven’t changed almost anything: I’m still just shaving every four days to save some on my costs!

Even within me, I am still speechless carrying the Burden that I once suffered your damage! My partner is not even now - hoping, hoping in the endings. Remember, we once had a princely feast of chocolate cavalcades, and we could forget each other selflessly; cheer boldly and flirtatiously so we can lick!

Your tears shed a pound of amber on my weak-willed heart. And he became one fate with you, but you ran out of self-sacrifice that also took omen! "I don't know yet: Did you betray me, or did you just run away forever ?!"

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

As if all dislikes were now uniform; like an iron ball wishing to hang on chains, it swings unnoticed in the depths of the soul's mine, harder than granite, yet still softer than conscious Nothing. Almost everything is now made up of manipulation and a series of pretense. It would be nice to spontaneously get stuck in an idyllic, well-deserved dream as long as possible, and where the expandable concept of Time does not exist.

Mobile smartphones are now unexpectedly and intentionally ringing into the chaos of already total-comatose awakenings; as if our crouched objects were gradually swept away by obsolescence, contrary to the supersonic levels of technological development. - In addition to small and large victims, small and large executioners and privates also regularly wield the scalpel, or even the razor, at their pleasure.

Because the Cerberus-devouring dogs are not allowed to join the holy choir of the persecuted these days, that would be too much of a snare for them. Packs of prey are grouped into starving hordes, while outside, strayed flocks bleat into the lost flock; for a long time, no redeeming forgiveness has flowed from the grass, even if it is trampled down once and for all. Every relationship becomes ambiguous, even if it does not want to - but is deliberately disemboweled or humiliated. The only question is: who will believe in survival and at the same time guarantee it?!

Faced with tense contradictions every day, we are waiting hesitantly! Our self-interested world, degraded to bipolar, has already dissolved itself and our differences are equally shameful and ridiculous! Behind the semblances of luxury, yawning colonies of misery would shout for their right-tipped, useless voices, and yet all petty merits will become hungry; an insignificant sand-eye can quickly get stuck in a chain of Congo chains of great connections!
 
Excretion in saliva, as well as in love, started soon! Absurd evidence is hibernated or put in self-destruct boxes because Pavlov’s theory is also grotesque, reluctantly absurd! Stumbling in the light-shadows of the present, the out-wasting and the border of need is still moving more and more alarmed! - Many crowds of people on the periphery are deliberately basing themselves on well-sounding reputations in the deliberately idiotic idiocy of pop culture, brainwashed Reality shows!
 
Even our stunned resignation from troubled Freudi nightmares can help us less and less; grinning, vile Jackals and Minutes-blue people stare into the calvaries of our everyday lives! In our double consciousness, our onion peel personality preserves our selfish-pathetic secrets! It is as if we are inheriting through the secret channels of biologies the power of our uninteresting, selfish, selfish worlds! - As a figure, you are both tense and anxious at the same time on a secret formula, and forgetting your stepfather, inhuman Time, you wear out nicely, slowly

Time is over my head: It is leaking from the expelled universe. Everything is so homely above the cauldron captivity of valleys in a small house; sadness, like a dead ball of tears, otherwise falls more easily, dripping more and more while it hits the ground. "I greeted me with a one-of-one consciousness of happiness: I could not kiss the immortal footsteps of your feet out of cowardice!"

And yet thousands of agonies tormented me, and the prey of heifers became my orphaned soul! A goddess I haven't seen in a long time now I don't know where she stumbles, lurks, curious after me - we kept immortal drums together while we folded our hands together! - To the bottomless well; into our selves as sinful recidivists, we fell back because we ourselves were afraid of the Truth

patinated halls. And only in secret, so the dele of my life slipped away like a mild summer shower: it came suddenly, fresh-smelling, sharpening my mind, liberating it - and it passed away like a flame! Our podium judge was wiser, more ruthless than ours, and set off a blushing war of kisses: "You're not ready yet!" He replied.

And the break-ins will never be a whole whole again! There is always a humiliated, humiliated heart that secretes secrets among half-looted treasures! Where is the limit, the awareness that with common Action, everything can be improved? Because it was bad, it was evil, and the manipulation that the blinding effect of two eye vaults had on the restraint of male hearts could be exploited!

The eternal torment of pain has always struck my heart! I couldn’t have been counting on me with turning moments!

Even an island where Time has stopped, and your eloquent gaze or even a scalpel penetrates my kidney. Your mischievous smile plays in the red glow of your face and hesitates with me! In my vulnerable heart, the refined strands of the years have struck an aggressive homestead, and only your delicate, nurturing hand can heal it! I would put my haunted head in your arms: Can the desires of human evildoers ever be fulfilled on a daily basis?

How could our two heartbeats be connected on secret entrapped biological pathways, say? And can’t the half-nailed, uplifting will hide nothing more than the fact that we both became cowards at the decisive moment?


I knew the nice little flirting ended sooner than we had previously thought. Our abandoned, hesitant confession ended sooner than a sudden, hurried breath, before the sure drowning! Did you really think so? You wanted this? Please answer! No coercion! Why did the immortality felt at all times seem annoyingly ending?

We were as cruel and submissive to each other's selfless and foolish noble emotions as two ruthless despots who alone considered the Question: "Do you still love me?" Or could I just have been a disposable, cheap item of use while bouncing back and forth as a palace clamp for you ?!

I know it’s very annoying, annoying, but calm down for a single minute! You would torment the exploitable moment to the point of uncertainty - now watch in silence: Listen to the beats of your heart and just listen to them - this is the hardest and most painful! "Envy and jealousy as a mysterious trustworthy can never lead because of a bad omen!" To the voices of my compliments somewhere in the distance, secretly now you are still trembling, answering!

With my anxiously questioning eyes, I kept looking at you. I stepped into the heights with you, and I would have besieged the immortal altars of your love with my compliments — but on the axis of your invisible emotions — I see now — I had no stay! The Eden fire of your kisses has long burned something else.

You may know: I have always stood by you, even when the goddesses of false smiles proclaimed to your friends gave each other the interchangeable interests, while meant only modestly on you and in your shattered dreams: Your omission shattered me and poisoned me.

You had a worse rejection - if you called it that at all! - Your heart: You know, you cannot deny, you cannot sell a necessity order! The accusation of your kisses is immortal evidence and justification that you still love? "At least don't fool yourself when everything has turned out of itself and you have sacrificed!"

You could only stutter your confession, but were you serious? You had a lot of fun on your palatable boyfriend, and when he was depleted into a useful excess, you made his way! I leaned to the ground with my emotions in front of you and just stumbled into your distasteful rejection!

I would have demanded your momentary forgiveness ever since, and I covet - Your forgiving, proud will will not allow you to be weak - but I will be much more patient with you than your wasted blunders! "If I could be by your side, it was just a thunderous bang, my chest's answer: My heart exploded, now it's just a punching, charred stump in my chest!"

The alarming darkness of the nights is all frozen in the annihilation of the bleeding days! There is no more caring, admonishing paternal word that you can bring back to the gloomy, Nirvana Present! Stigma-tears total shipwrecked, bribing, orphaned soul of the childish boy! He still clings to the memories of the past and would continue to cry, his memories frozen in convulsions! The era of a happy return is definitely behind us!
 
Every living room has been transformed into an empty backwater! With a raging, question-raising answer, the mortal fool sleeps in his dream like this: the sudden adult! He is becoming more and more self-confident! Friendly shadows become minute-and-sudden freezing aliens! - Everyday line of our dreaded fears is a gun shot in the brain! "This Life was a traitor and unfair, so he left everyone alone and squeezed him out!" We denied ourselves in thousands of forms through the tunnels of tomorrow if we wanted to survive! In the lights of rusty lunar worlds, our betraying pasts are still being wounded! With every filigree step, our earthly orbit will surely end!
 
If Man is left to himself, expelled, in solitude: there will be a wandering Shadow Spirit for a while, who I should take care of! You're stuck out for a horizon of extended time in your life! At the dawn of the next days, we all wake up to our kidnapped tomorrow! Our former peacetime face is rain-clad inside! "Stuck cats and old vultures are chasing men, and after graining heirloom, grains of sand remain in the waters of soul-wells!"

Connected with the Consciousness that I can hardly be on this earth, I can find a way out with a solution. Bigger — I don’t know how to get into confusion, to be upheaval: I might have been better off throwing the beautiful gold tiles of my memory among the permanently cleansing Léthe foams; Disgusted, uncleanly-filthy, I want to bathe in tears of innocence - while I can still -! The timelessness of the solution is what threatens the darkness:

Maybe I don't dare look at myself anymore so I can shake up the little man, who is I inside? I couldn’t unravel the stifling loops of Time - baguette questions magnified into elephants by Gordian knot problems giggle answers, they demand me! And I am far from shores every day, clinging to the graces of Atlantis at most

forced to face the unpredictability of tomorrow: without the full right of struggle, struggle: Perhaps my pacifism, which seeks peace, compels me, as conscious cowards, to hide the essence of Whole, Truth, in itself: a shell enclosed in a drift. - What penetrating, otherworldly words

they would be able to turn the true pearls of my soul out of their shells carefully to turn to the forgiving grace of the Sun: Sparking vulnerable values? - I tried to venture into dangerous mobs without panic, laden with common sense: My thirst for driven knowledge!

Perhaps it is the cure for unhappiness that protects and does not let man on the brink of bribed illusions and disappointing disappointments! "I must remain silent until the end of the world, so that, like a subtle dust-thick rainbow and sunlight, I can shine more honestly, forgivingly, and more fragilely through my conscience!"

The Creepy, Spacious Sense of Fear: The awareness that they could be easily threatened at any time, surrounded by the possible imagination of a trampling, a slayer, as a conscious sane among assassins

It would have been good to leave my discomfort - for at least a few hours - to leave, to leak to leak between my circulation; Even with a low watercourse, the pendulum-like wire, which has been slipped on the cooler door, barely took off the brown chocolate pearls of durable, massive faeces. It would be a good thing to quit the self-time at least some days, of which there is quite a few available, and then less and less.

My seemingly confident self-confidence is cut off by an unpleasant or just unfriendly calling, usually by the wild baundry motorists, or the company of the bohemian teenagers who are well-sufficient in public transport asks for a larger room for maneuver, He tells you that you. There is such a livable world out there, etc ... Well, that's a lot of good for me!

Incredible secrecy or intentional inaccessibility, even in twenty -four hours of the day, is no longer ordinary or conventional. - Greasures and worms can feel just as cozy, comfortable in a situation that was forced, as well as the average, when they have fallen asleep, that they are consciously afraid to ask the nature of unknown things because those outside - may be stupid.

Purgery wounds are caused by disintegrated friendly bonds because they are retrieved, depriving them of the ability to heal; There will be perfect unexpectedness to the bagatell nothing if they are not careful and let them lose what could not be created!

Of the deep-bottomed, sanda underworld of our transience, which night-veiled, crooking pin belongs to the Eurides and the Jimpec Orpheus: who will follow us with sincere faith?! Who can swim against the unbridled reality if there can be no more consoling sunset ?! A soft and incessant supplication admits the orphan contemplative always; there will still be a lot of hesitantly winding stairs in the future that send a omen with a dull tap - so be on the lookout!
 
Time is spinning and time is running out! Over the dials, the pulsating pace of ancient rhythms and cries! It might be a good idea to cling to the crossfire of warning gazes! On the velvet path of memories, someone is always looking for someone! It is futile to rephrase and ask missed questions! Unfinished ax-sentences, love nods after flirtatious movements of run damage; a ghost-moon hovering over gloomy towers hovers and sends its cursed wraith lights! In dim light, the universe faces often go out!
 
Exclamation marks on stones light up in more and more superstitious eyes that are rarely if you can guess how to get to know each other! Dressed in immortality minute-deep, when two souls can recognize each other, they become one Love s Love! Your child's vision of hopes of hope: dungeon-riddling, vengeful Angels are still quoting in the night and at the unlimited bacchanalis of V.I.P. parties they all celebrate the budding nas of their bodies! The exciting net of gray eyes is already all around me and the candle flame of lies is roasting my brain! - It is seldom possible to command instinctive flesh if emotions are already involved

In space, he was suddenly shaking at some minute-sudden speed: The jargon, the thief, and the ugly speech were in place: Attraction heaps of sarcasm! The round celestial body of the moon first stretched with a grimly distorted spirit in the slushy, puddle-mirror of the bus stop, and with the shaking howling winds! - We distribute the judgment ourselves, - we cannot choose from complicit and unworthy possibilities - he is in a suit,

masquerade Gorillas, built artificial nail plaza kittens dictated the agreed trend: S the immortal apocryphal pyramids of cultures are soon forgotten!

And as soon as they can do me a favor, they laugh one last time and leave me alone! Our small life is both ridiculous and pathetic at the same time! The risky decay that promises to destroy the inner self - in vain in terrorist words: The True, Tangible Essence is not attainable!

If we do not take care and make sure that our self-pity is in direct proportion to our slippery pessimism - or with our skinny spark optimism we will soon get ourselves a hangman! - Explosion of unsolicited electrical nerve pathways at the edge of brain cells -

the million tiny molecules tried to guard like a unifying flea in the expanding space of the intellect! - We couldn't do it! Killer, self-digesting in a relentless form: we push, crowd and under the weight of daily robotics if necessary - not so much for starvation wages; we break under the stigma of fate!

My faded Sisyphus face! Frame yourself with unshaven shadows! A tangle of tufts of fur tangled with each other, a chaotic mess in Samson! In the detail of cracked silent mirrors, a deserted, extravagant silhouette looks wolfish with itself: a matter-of-fact, earthly copy of itself! The feeling of eclipse surrounds me many times, and not a single point of a pinpoint — it deceives me with the hopes of Prometheus hopes into an ever-increasing uncertainty, my eternally restless spirit!
 
Silent holy hatred sneaks at me on every level! the message of thinning handshakes sneaks into lagging sound noises! The distance on my face between my inner self is getting bigger! He would be freed in the orphaned arms of a prisoner-embracing love trapped in me, and even now he cannot be himself: a child of Peter Pan-complex! The Blonde Time escapes on its own, too; my gaze captivated the bowed scars of my long-vulnerable sadness! Determined perseverance, if not - but it would drive me to do sincere humility, to strive for the good and the people! Behind the scenes, you have to behave in a resilient way and grow up for the tasks provided!
 
My light-thirsty soul was stolen early in the dark! Meter’s Kharüddiszi’s mouth gaping more and more when I face myself with chattering children on my own! "How could the disassembled minutes be reassembled?!" Redeeming Death cannot bring mild or secured dissolution if our inner demons are chasing and haunting us

In an apocalyptic snowstorm, an unbearable, prophetic wind cries out to Cassandra! The shadow of his coat is held together tightly, and with a penitent, bowed head, the vulnerable man stubbornly defies the restless, shackled elements of nature! In a self-limiting, exhibitionist world, the worker stretches his aching, lustful fibers like a worn-out, junk sweater! They also bleed into a rarely healing, constantly producing past wound; he kicks in silent silence, his sigh sighing softly among the bone limbs of trees, petal-moonlight swaying! Gray, melancholy shadows carve themselves into their flesh many times! Its color-worn, twilight-lipped wilting, grimacing grimaces, sneaky, little betrayals surround it like devilish cages-dreamy desires! - They flash and kiss, multiplying every day at diva-goddesses parade-***** parties!
 
Man turns to himself and makes an account. It contemplates like a vision image. Fear is also gradually impoverishing in him; and he blows on everyone without petty reasons, and he is angry at the retreat! - The Lack of our ruins started to become empty too! Being, as a soaring matchstick memory, itself is often extinct! The balmy-proud night would still deceive itself, but the half-hearted and hesitant twilight aches through the dilute darkness!
 
The wounded will soon perish! “Tiny light mutants dance all the way in the enchanted spells of eyes like interrogating like a collapsed pit, like the crying eyes of a sinless scapegoat! The minute-moment of contemplation of being is resting tachycardically!

Even with a beak-filled Prophet's throat, you shouldn't always catch a red mouth! I sit in foaming-scented, pear-colored solutions and maybe even get money for other waste products one day! The boiling bath and the unworthy, humiliated cold water are let down at once! Let the child-minded fool just freeze!

The water level of conscious survival always crumbles a bit: just enough to allow the infected, salivating manure to drip through the veins! Every day, some people like to change newer and more fashionable snakeskins! The self-agile little team of my Selfish Death is farming around the alleys of my body! The flashing handle of the out-entrance as a shelter option is given only to a few-rare! - I know for a long time! With every new excess of air, I multiply the sad loneliness of the Earth!
 
My body often searches for the greedily roaring Nirvana non-existence and often searches for the judging Moirák's hand like a needle-gray, plump thread! With strange-butane, fading humility, I still listen to the soft sighs lurking on the walls of petal heart-cups, and stepping out of my concentric circles, I move closer to something assurable, conscious Unknown! - The jingling damnation of tears repeatedly falls-taps well-deep on the restless prison wall of my Soul!

Naked messages from lazy bodies can always be misunderstood! It might be better to beware of the enviable-hyena ambush of gym binoculars! I can hardly feel the flavor of the steaming kisses in a lukewarm-balmy night! The orphaned tentacles of twin leeches clung to the golden reserves of lady-butchers lying in green one after the other! Greedy tongues licked in mature abundance, while it would have been better to start our acquaintance with a conversation before the cheap disappointment!

Every selfish annihilation in prideful, lived in insult, continues and makes an insidious trap! I always look back at the sad little boy's face in horror, hiding in slender, cracked mirror fragments, and I want to protect the trapped, lasting fear as well! As a growling worm, anyone tramples the limits of my wound; I could never back down again! Thin little shards of Judas moonshine hurt my skin when a balmy moonlight trembles hauntingly on the prison wall of my room! Rested, my troubled, million-wounded, perforated heart in the two eyes of heaven found in happiness!
 
It would be good to tremble together into deep, raven-feathered broomstick lashes and my frightened pagan soul would chuckle in the redemptions of kisses! "I'm still intentionally playing the naive navel among adults!" As a good Hamlet, I would only be available for humanity! My soul would wish for the donations of compassion and brass, not even my residual reserve pride will be forgotten! You should have learned by all from rich-eyes dripping-honey ditches lit up; I keep packing in and out already pathetic myself!
 
You can only thrive in outdoor churn confusion with a healthy umbilical cord, which is still waiting back and forth! Anyone can see with melancholy eyes I dared to stare at human races! My own donkey skin figure is ready yet I can't sell myself! "I filter the details of the dust particles through myself - even in daylight they can only see them if I want to!" The only goal may remain to preserve the goodness of Man in recurring, damaging events

In my creative, restless brain, millions of electric sparks transmit new thoughts to my boiling, throbbing heart! In the conscious-planned battles of tomorrow, child-playful intentions can erupt; a noble-proud Shadow of Light as a secret protector, a plasma-crystal rattartin, tears through the many golden grains of sand in the syrupy, spawned air, and according to the laws of the Real, you can measure the defiant listening of the karakan! "If I weigh myself strictly, others are almost always unique and few!"
 
The superficial, exhibitionist world is pathetic, little boy I see around me s horrible confrontation in the sacred right of accountability, relentless trampling! In the orderly interior of the closed circles of heart-petals, the greatest gift can be won only by gradual cognition and understanding: eternal Trust! Whoever instinctively desires humanity must always be a part of incomprehension ?! "I've tried to do compliment Don Quixote foolishly many times on the altar of kindness, caught dating!" In my dreams, I tried to express myself in Whole!
 
Eventually, perhaps, I can only be a sore Missing myself, if the immortal happiness of moments escapes! Can there still be someone who will notice the fallen Man in me, and with the eternal and beautiful love of the Cosmos of the Universe will give me a giggle for shelter in me! As a hiding place, we could taste the twilight lips of each other’s little accomplices drop by drop patiently, like honey! Spraying drops of sweat would obediently scatter the veiled mirror of our souls for the happiness to be found.

Something lurks, a strong amber vortex sips and snorts, ******* out our life force; the remainder of our time doomed to mortality. Our shipwrecked days are dwindling at insane supersonic speed. As if it were no longer worth looking for new uninhabited Odysseus shores, where an oasis of peace and tranquility reigns unceasingly. The modern mass-man seems to be deliberately rushing towards his own uncertain Destiny, and does not intend to stop for a moment to ponder.

On the often merciless swing of life, everyone clings to the future in this way, it almost doesn't matter, since mortality was already decided at the moment of birth, so if we consider it unique, unrepeatable and finished. Fate is now certainly insurmountable and it is not really worth making peace with it, - thirst grows greedily and willfully in those who still choose the bare, visceral life. Whether life is a dream or a secret borderline of half-awakeness, Time unfortunately does not heal in the end, at most it can only alleviate the stigma wounds we have suffered.

- It would be nice to have a secret door cut into the wallpaper, where we can safely hide, deliberately selfishly tearing ourselves apart, and no one can ask meaningless questions about why we stayed inside, deep down we are all a little eternal children against absolute, strict adults. Sooner or later, the trace of grief is drawn on faces; let us still experience a pause of rest, even if - often the monotony and the curse of solid indifference flatten us.

Shamelessly long-successful procrastination of Being again! Remaining intent and will are already out of print! Some don’t care what a ****** percentage of reward-kitsch s wall! Out of cowardice, when it comes to everyone’s pathetic life, beware of color signs! What we wanted to be different seems like selfish goals on the junk horizon! The end of the track doesn't interest many enough, and everyone is wrong if they think the strange calm will come from within the Spirit!
 
As we grow up, we are constantly confident that we can survive our childhoods! Every memory of the past is slowly disappearing like a grain of wheat rolled out! Can a superstitious, whisper of love still flow into our honestly listening ears?! Or is it just all this incapable, alamus fad?!

The light petals are still chasing someone else’s ash-blush! "As a rear-view mirror, you should look into each other's research-alert eyes one last time, discover what the other is most interested in!" In infinite Time, a small man trembles many times before himself, trembling; clowning and self-pity in the conscience is sure to fit! Defense lies in every attack! The calculated cowards of retreats often hair each other!
 
Loyalty is still leaking from dripping wounds! Everyone is just walking through the Congo rooms of Being.

The honest-true would still burn in man - even if only half, or in captivity of crossroads. He should not give up or let go of his convictions, wherever this unfair, wicked-comic milieu may carry him. His eternally restless, petty, eternally peaceless soul would be so good for some kind of momentary redemption, from which he could still build and perhaps start a new life. Bars and cages stretch around him, while his constant kilometers of walking are tied to the shackles of his sickly legs, or even a vile physical disease.

- It is known: a hundred, and a hundred years quickly pass and where does Zhuangzi's imaginary dream of the fulfillment of the happiness he has found, like a kind of Nirvana-idea striving for perfection, remain? He bows his forehead in repentance before his distorted reflection in the mirror; like a sinking Saturn waiting for the mortal Jericho trumpets of doom to ring into his deliberately deaf ears; he is seized by a consuming guilt that in a given situation he did not dare, perhaps did not want to act.

Man often stands hesitantly on an empty horizon, because he feels that he should turn his life, which is rather doomed to mortality, back into non-existence; he sees daily how the World dismantles, destroys itself, crumbles to pieces. The Soul, like a secret, special mirror, can take on a new body in someone else, the metamorphoses of immortal Beings are greeted in a single movement, or in the comfort of embraces, as when the corpus turns into a silent, echoing cave, where the seeds of instinct are still created and conceived.

Because sooner or later man deliberately retreats towards his own future; he is unable to do anything with uncertainty; to formulate, to understand the hidden Morse codes of reason. - The snarling Cerberus jaws of beasts can rarely be closed forever by the historical century!

As if a misunderstood, caressing-whining moment were reflexively trying to cover up the clear, tangible confusion of memories, even the forced immobility is increasingly obvious, but malleable. The entire outspoken holy will is merely a childish, weeping insubstantiality. Cognition is - from now on - only possible instinctively.

The unpredictable, unexpected turns of tragic Fate; an accident or tragic loss; the rebellious devotion of misunderstood actions. As if Nirvana-nothing were only the perfect lack of completeness; no one takes the masses of people on earth as a waste, like a pillar, around Atlas's neck like Sisyphus; thus the waves of sluggish indifference come and go unnoticed over one's head. Why is it necessary to cling to waiting or to possible fulfillment at all?!

Although - perhaps - it involves stigma-pains, soul-thorns, it is still better to openly say what the burning, restless heart wants to speak in its inner shell. The secret laws of existence could not be deciphered with the logic of an aerial gymnast; one could search here, or on Cape Verde, or in some icy Arctic Circle, because the inner Odyssey-restlessness is what boils and enlivens the marriage of one's excited blood molecules in its eternal insatiability. Often the ruthlessness believed to be solid is both useless and merciless if one does not pay enough attention to it.

The vomiting, petty tragedy of moods is an endlessly sorted, useless debris, which perhaps even the One-Beloved cannot possibly embrace and understand as complete perfection; it is increasingly difficult to elicit even the most profound compassion from total strangers! A stray, hygienic heart attack gets a complaint-euphoria!

Like a deepening wound, our still faithful dreams are full of childish nothingness; someone wants a new family house, which - for the sake of variety - has already been installed with central heating and electricity, while another wants a new four-wheel drive SUV, which is a complete extra. A fairy girl with flaxen hair wants to eat fried meat, because even though she is over six years old, she still cannot know what it is, what it tastes like, or what it looks like.

Life is increasingly expandable, but it makes vague concessions and bargains to individual people, which they immediately cling to out of necessity, although they often cannot really understand why they could not move forward on a given social and esteem donkey-ladder.

- A cunning, mischievous, distorted reflection stares into full-length curved mirrors: as if it now wants to deliberately interrogate, to extract something from the person's inner soul, saying: ,,Well, old boy! Let's see! Why are you where you are, or why are you slowly vegetating below the bare minimum, when all our levels can be faked and are so low?!"

- Of course, no one accepts an answer, and perhaps they don't even hope for one, because it's unnecessary, some disgusting, ordinary false-lying tinsel hangs there, tenses in the musty air. They've twisted the slovenly, indifferent disposition - if it even existed - at all. - Perhaps the Present would also seek a human scale, if it still knew what it would be worth trusting in, there would be close, calculated, hesitant lingerings in Time, because now there is the greater lottery of luck to be decided. Fractional sentences of common repayments are torn out on the heads of unnoticed people...

Shamelessly long-successful procrastination of Being again! Remaining intent and will are already out of print! Some don’t care what a ****** percentage of reward-kitsch s wall! Out of cowardice, when it comes to everyone’s pathetic life, beware of color signs! What we wanted to be different seems like selfish goals on the junk horizon! The end of the track doesn't interest many enough, and everyone is wrong if they think the strange calm will come from within the Spirit!
 
As we grow up, we are constantly confident that we can survive our childhoods! Every memory of the past is slowly disappearing like a grain of wheat rolled out! Can a superstitious, whisper of love still flow into our honestly listening ears?! Or is it just all this incapable, alamus fad?! The light petals are still chasing someone else’s ash-blush! "As a rear-view mirror, you should look into each other's research-alert eyes one last time, discover what the other is most interested in!" In infinite Time, a small man trembles many times before himself, trembling; clowning and self-pity in the conscience is sure to fit! Defense lies in every attack! The calculated cowards of retreats often hair each other!
 
Loyalty is still leaking from dripping wounds! Everyone is just walking through the Congo rooms of Being