Anyone who has become a caress and has satiated for many years now looks down on his luxury citadel: self-tanning, solarium kittens can already easily lose their basic colors! The dreamy lifestyle and the stylish jaccudzi fall apart into its parts! The prostitution of Being a ******* can no longer be traced; even at events, a stone-rich snarling shell can be witnessed by those staring at the screen!

Distinguished, twinkling accomplice-masonry smiles at wedding moments; one is barely twenty-two, while the other is already seventy-five! Between two hot quarrels, a giggling, grinning charm-grin! Prolonged myocardial fever, near infarction after promising!
 
They embrace each other like the newly initiated, while in the depths of their souls a superficial blush breaks their superstitious petals! The price of any phenomenal glow is real Betrayal! Why whirl if someone longs for a normal life on the side of the happiness found? Under the roof is the well-assembled dowry! Dads of large families broke out of the gate-closing panic because they longed for the adrenaline-boosting nectars of common forbidden fruits!
 
The warfare of Propaganda-blonde underworld bombers is already plagued by the wallet and the red carpet! Everyone circulates like an exile and everyone is eagerly surprised by a special adventurer, his career appetite: the satiated woman is always hungry even on the bed of Procrustean beds!

The joy of life of the Cassandras is already on schedule! You can make a bargain with a light heart for cooling latrines, company-wicked villains! “Imaginary hysterics imitate a deliberate nose fall in their mouthful of nail shoes so that the tabloid press can write about them for days.

… Because in every movement you live, there is a Memorial model! You wave at him, saying you can easily forget! Time-Space is just a small part of yourself! It is as if the traitor is already deliberately shrinking himself! You can die in your iris life if you can't trust anyone with a vow of allegiance, and history will dissect all your petty deeds with a pin! What you may have done and imagined to be bitter is all motionless: a chapel can only open to exceptional People in your heart! And it can be opened daily by Someone who will lift it!
 
A thick crust has become your matter of sorrow; like incense! Invisible judgments have raised an eternal word against you, your silence on the deliberate solid wall and your deeds will be excused! Will everything remain as it was abandoned ?! I wish a reconciled side by side could always surround us so that we can no longer betray ourselves! Spread out from the comfort of reflected cramps! - The shining star-flowers of the night are allowed to be seen; the last cry of those kneeling before the killer minute may follow, like the conspirator!
 
Facts purgatory! The end cannot simply be the End! Conscious completion cannot even be measured by mortality! The ever-disappointing, trembling Hope can hardly gather in spirit!

You can measure yourself to southern star stars, octopus hairy amoebas - You were created as a human, so use your head consciously and think! The iris of your existence feels back and always returns to its corpse, and because you always know: As a sore tumor, your consciousness grows in you so that you can leave memory traces behind you! Who else can perish with you if you suddenly go and get over there - if at all - what kind of otherworldly **** non-existence ?! "Your orphanage, too — may have become more conscious, in which you cherished the Hailing Hope as the eternal treasure of Hope, and as a hanged Man on a rotting tree branch — even with a confident face on the handshakes of Sensitive Gaze!"
 
You can know that even without you, Being will gradually steal your gift-graces, and yet in your heart there is an unconditional, proud shard of a mysterious smile breathing for you and a small wall of the sorrowful moon! "The Mercenaries have long been alienated from you, who could only take care of themselves!" On your sad, constantly squeezed face, the terrifying Moonlight still fingers with its tentacles, and in the depths of the well-pit of your soul, the dreaded fear still builds its crystal towers! In the cup of your face - if you want to - rosy dawns are hardly blushing and your cherished dreams are popping up! - You feel in your heart, in love, the greedy mole is chewing more and more zealously; deep, crusted Time can only mature slowly! - The curious, exploratory child is hiding in you like a shadow, only to be always open to peoples.

This is how we march towards the Center of Invisible Essences; we scan the rays of our eyes round and round after the compromising Love while our hesitant footsteps are quiet. Frightened by the dark roads of the underworld, the living child is immediately within us; would hear the muted pulsation of perforated pocket watches in the dream Dear if you could have found us! Perhaps you can still look boldly into stellar gazes and confess your sincere emotions!
 
The Desire to cherish the cherishing illusion of sunshine is still firmly stuck in the illuminating lamp of the mind! Eternal renunciation can keep everyone afloat - yet it sinks into preserved Indifference! When can the twinkling lights of accepting understanding through the hazelnut gaps of scarce human brains get Heureka deeds again ?! - The devourer of bridal virgins insidiously seduces whitewashed tooth-citrus compliments and can't wait for a lasting surrender! The seawater of all the hidden tears that stand one step before the penitential reassurance storms into a raging protest!
 
When the encrypted, exotic symphonies of ***** lips are lost, something is destroyed from the Essence; Deficiency-people, human-wreckage can also be the prey of a donor-giving trust! Haunting Moonlight music calls for Silence: it lets Hope through the built-in cell grids of walls so that you can cling to something else with deliberate, selfish stubbornness! "Minute-blue people are screaming in the solid pockets of hidden centuries!" With the heavy bumps of our subconscious, the dawn sky with black gasoline smoke is miserable past!

I know I should finally cling like restless grains of sand in the cracks of rocks, like a stream bustling in the thin veins of stones, like the esteemed promise of the Truths! In hurricane storms sweeping the seas, the defiant sailor, or like a True Pearl-sized tear on truly sincere faces! I still crouch wordlessly in rose petal hearts and I would wait anonymously for the right moments! I still don't know what this uncertain expelled Fate can want with me and can I still find the secrets of Happiness ?!
 
As if in gravitational gravity alone I would fall; grabbing the two ends of Being, I pulled with me the ingrained shadows of my past! Many times I couldn't be good enough with petty Differences! Brown blinking dots smiled from laughing deer eyes and I imagined that; it can be found in Harmony! The walls of a selfish prison, I feel every day, lean inwards: the trumpet of Jericho calls for selfish revenge and I know that as the shadow of haunting nights, like a crouching animal, I cannot drop my panting head! Like crooked spider legs are the cages of my breathing ribs; and it would be good to know and feel! I would already step out of the usual World if I didn’t have to look back as an account!
 
In my heart there will always be a knife in pain anytime I break it! Among my hedgehog spikes, I can only extend a friendly hand to Angel! If almost every dawn is a torch, my Hope can stretch its arms again! And **** is always accompanied by trendy method ?! "As a hesitant fool, every word burns your soul!" It would be good to believe again superstitious eyes really

A Star stares at me with a shiver-ruthless!
A sticky, swampy light leaked from the wall of my room;
have the orphaned Gods been extinct with the survivors?!
- True pearls squeak in my eyes; it would have been better
to lock my cherished Spirit treasures in a shell of nuts or shells!
I feel that I have definitely been left to myself,
as the laws of learning survival are
not always guaranteed by the experience gained!

The wasted Time clicks faster and faster
on the yarns of Being; the earth dances the same way!
I was frightened by the awake little child:
I had to forget something that had happened to go,
to sink it, to be healthier and more confident,
and in every small part I should not have had to constantly
carry the burdens of my past Sisyphus-trying glaze!
  
I hardly could have been another Man:
yet the promise of another man can keep me in action!
Yet many, many lived, imagined instincts became role models in me;
as a one-man legion, like an imitating yet authentic actor,
a list of conscious intentions swirl in me;
broken deoxyribucleic acid would still marinate immortal Love!
We need to keep our eyes on the passing, which still deserves us!
As a denial of ourselves, none of us hopes for goals,
because greed has quenched our curiosity!
  
And the Moon dawns on us every time! Inwardly,
we are offended and vulnerable to blood clots,
while our body sheaths want to resist change;
as a decomposed pump, even the overzealous heart
robes with fidelity in our chest cage!

A single superstitious deer can fit an entire human life! A star shining like a glory in the darkness left alone! The humanity of moments pierces into enchanting gazes and argues with immortal Love! We see tiny swan ducks appear in the silent future, and certainty stretches between trembling lips: a talkative army of faces rushes through the tactile fabric of Time! Already all of them are bragging! It jeopardizes every request and every sequel! Falling always leads close to ourselves! Tons of heavy loads sit on our shoulders; our urgent years just don’t rest!
 
The Memory will also be an endless, silent caravan if the given minute calls! Peeping, finite lines are rearranged into the Arc s with Time-intersecting folds! Everyone can be a child-adult again if they don’t know the rules of survival! Hurricanes of fate come together and always come back! The invisible Truth culminates with true tears! - In the superstitious mirror of eyes, when all the illuminating, proud flames go out, deep-water mud peaks! Crowded madness washes away the interests of the worldly sensation! Man can be tired if he is vulnerable soon!
 
I am embraced by myself, human law, and it does not leak - crushed into colors, retained Promises my confidence and tomorrow! I still have to face recurring, threatening days anyway; the eternal friendship can still keep a vigilant separation from Being! In immortal throbbing sighs, it would still be good to believe hopefully; aloof, for human luck if you can boldly turn your back! Smile: a conqueror of tamed, small pleasures, can you return to the gray ordinary?!

I look up and the bored blue sky still messes with sooty clouds; appointments for true pearl tears! My imagination can hardly joke these days: y has become the era of brainwashed, grinning idiots! Like in an hourglass, the precious grains of man’s desire to go beyond himself to trample on others immediately! Will the chain of eternal Friendships remain a dream ?!
Wind-shattered crackling rags break into your face; **** wrinkles, and you can do nothing more to understand the rules of survival!
 
You are falling uncontrollably into the deep stack you have dug for yourself, where you are greeted by a gaping darkness, and maybe no one is bothering you! There is no one who is humbled by evil criticism at the same time; your heart also sinks every day, as if a candlelight swaying in a crystal mirror is swinging and you can't find a way out yet!

You’ve moved your ever-imaginative mind to another brain-hemisphere so you don’t get infected with stupidity!
You may also know: If you believed strongly in yourself, the Spirit would line your body as a lasting defense, if you accepted yourself a little more boldly and started to be Being: terror would overwhelm you already, but you could always find more courageous helpers in trouble!

You lived under the weight of your story - watch out! Don't crush it! They listen in forgotten footprints even after your cloak shadow, your slippery stones are gone! Step by step, his late words will echo the chain-twisted sky ...

Your clattering heart stands like a tower clock; your heart beats like a bouquet of roses for others! You fade yourself into the tempting moment if you can’t take care of yourself anymore! In the morning, you sip the drunken sediment of ash-flavored coffees so you can safely return from the land of hibernators! You can’t even understand yourself: a sudden force is pulling inward, maybe it’s hardly communicable anymore!

You can still try to move from the chambers of forgetful yesterday to the overcrowded everyday! With a panting rush, you can hardly move yourself on the spiral trajectory that has been pushing you away from the funnel edge of the chasms designated for you, you are forced to look wolf-eyed away until you become more distant and more disbelieving!
 
Every lived pile of visions can break into you in heavy debris, your only thing could be to pick out the more valuable ones; everyday life can look like a silent puppet wrapped in a blanket! With the brush of your eyelash, you are constantly trying to imagine yourself in the other place: will your desire to create ******* remain hopeless ?!

The scooter of the Universe dances around you like a big bang, when only a radiantly exotic pair of eyes winkes at you; and you can easily lose confidence in yourself, because it is rare for beautiful Lady Angels to be honored at any time with their gaze! As a wordless, orphaned little boy, you stumble idle like swallowing a stick or making a bell; and if it came to you soundless as Light, through the praying words of someone's secret telepathies, the throbbing argument of your loyalty as a rustling source would still unite.

Broken coconut squeaking milk on the sand; softly embraces the cool lover! The contemplative looks into distant waves like shards of memory! The deserted shores are waking up. The undulating chapters of tadpoles are starting to breathe! These intricate beings flow and return according to their completed plan! There are still thousands of image-memories floating in our brains, the memory full of flowing motion of thought; distant ideas can fade into glittering gems, but more importantly hand in hand - the romance of sunsets!
 
He easily slams into the lust-shirt of loves, but isn’t the sincerity of Loyalty a sackcloth ?! We mutter the exaggerated Word of Confession in front of ourselves, while we hide the circle symbols of Love in the sand and let the cultivated Order disintegrate into ourselves! His shimmering wide model of the Universes will happily lick our bodies, in which the Spirit can still be a free prisoner, surrendering himself to thinking depths!
 
I would flee to the outcast captivity of hugging arms; there would be a door and a tunnel and a rescue line at the same time - and you have to survive with clenched teeth! Ominous game today is the uncertain Future! Death picks up heads rolling on endless rails when it strikes! - We have whispered to our speaking shells our most precious secrets: take note of the realm of Poseidon, when the heart of Being eternal may already be boiled into one in the Universe; immersed in each other! Immersed, we discover ourselves with the immortality of every moment!
 
World-deafening proud Silence can no longer bother us! Although it is impossible to make a living, blowing slices can only be understood and listened to through a shower of pounding petals! In the balmy touch of swan hands, we forget the Wonder we deserve.

Our fallen footsteps are hesitant! He is always behind us and can hardly find the eternal no-arrival! Judgment also sounds honest in your language, because whoever could learn to walk once will break his leg with insidious intent! The fall of knocking True Beads nails to the landscape while the pitfalls pull towards the depths of spiral swirls!
Invisible scratches hurt my budding, exploring eyes: invisible veins of fidelity! Bruising in the incised sinus! The moon's eyes are also a flashing yellow ulcer!
 
Brutally tearing proud, poisonous precious artificial nails on this earthly night from butterflies to a swinging fairy! In a single spasm, the body trembles naturally! "That's how our unfolded lives bleed by punching ourselves!" Our feet hesitate to stand on the truthful pieces of our broken ****** stumps! We should still reach the worlds of Atlantis that are immersed in ourselves on the backs of tamable waves! In our souls, hissing to himself, an angry sower stands clean, alone! He deeply condemns the superficial indifference of today's world, the fame of being famous for five minutes!
 
Our instincts will be overwhelmed as soon as possible! With his argument, Death is slowly felt; from the deserted body of our lovers, the hope of a new Life can hardly be born

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

My body takes the form of a prehistoric man, my tufts of hair are distasteful jungle cave drawing; even deliberately and slowly stumbling, I stumbled into Times as a strange eccentric! I deliberately frown at my worried forehead - as before a far-reaching task - so I can still think calmly! If those who wanted to know me sincerely looked into my eyes, who sinned with tears and whispered with True Pearls: I could watch my reborn sunset within me!
 
Based on pre-designed cat-and-mouse war plans, we have the ability to make a living; who else can listen to my whispered words of help ?! Millions of wet glass ***** are resting in the chubby cracks of my face, and many hopeful smiles often seem lost. "In this present age, it is as if the crow, the jackal, who is digging his eyes, is farming on the same rotten beam!"
 
And this repressed tremor echoes constantly in me, as if my Soul was bursting deep in its tormented excavation somewhere in its little bagatelle cavity somewhere! Now, as always: I try to escape from everyday challenges with rules and the rituals of selfish rites, if I can't count on Someone who will lead by hand with charming redemption! In dim mirrored silence, I am still wasting in front of prohibitive barriers and I would wait my turn until doomsday!

We are looking for new celebrity Adam and Eve every day; no one doubts the guarantees of barely fame anymore and the jobs they get easily that are filled early! This way you can soon get into the top smiling idiot-trainers who sold themselves! They raise exemplary stunt cathedrals out of self-righteous swearing! You can see watercolor-petaled flowers in your beating heart while barely listening to the words of your redeeming love! Blood-red wounds dried senselessly on your forehead: your handshakes, if any, were immediately bribed and betrayed!
 
Every day he already encounters himself with the fire of those who would most like to hide from gaze; life offers its bribed, lying cedar dreams and it matters whether they have ever been loved for themselves! Outside, our self-possessed Narcissus obsessives pull themselves to a gallows every day when they answer valuable questions in the dark, even at night! Being seems like a single, crazy illusion! Needle and thread will sew your cross-dress even on yourself and your skin! Between your lips, your outspoken tongue is still swaying into the bloodthirsty belfry!
 
You are still playing chess with yourself with sets of risks of dubious value: “Where can I go if my longing soul cannot yet be called by wise advice ?! "You can only be on balance with someone who cares for you if you're ready to break out of your stubborn wanderings!" And even every fifth minute of your serious, encrypted privacy can be boldly trampled on the wavelengths of your electronics, you are an emigrant of Cyber societies

I already regret that I was weak under the burdens of fierce moments of Destiny-screaming, and I let go: His visions of the Prophet for this aimless, bribing Age are all cut off and remain witnessed and rabbit-hearted all the time – you tread out! In the home of squeaky souls, I had to hide my righteously: I immediately raised my head to the promising encouragements of false promises and empty voices, and in vain I began to believe for sure! Where is the imaginary Future today?
 
I interrogate the murderous, melancholy Silence! Are the already laddering ****-sawing hands sawing the ladder of possibilities and hanging in the air between strained, cheap intentions, a yawning chasm below me! I would put my already incredible yet stubborn head in the Eden lap of someone who wants to comfort me, and I would confide the legitimate complaints of Being together with confidence; I would not run away from problems intentionally, but with the handshakes of Faithfulness I would find and solve them!
 
And if my stumbling, melancholy body still deceives, it betrays me: my heart-pounding, hero-loving heart with romance cannot easily give its head to betrayal! - Exiled in the World; I stumble like he can be tripped every minute and sent to the ground by my opponent - I feel in my rib cage - if something has already cracked! I bleed inexorably in my banging petals! Would it be nice to see what secrets Tomorrow's fierce-breasted Tomorrow can whisper to me ?! Will their star-flowered holy smiles still open to me, and can I discover a human Star glistening in the mirror of each eye?
 
As a ghost of silence, I still traverse the dormant darkness, bathe in the sewage of humiliation - and it would be good to be merciful Someone who could open my heart to my soul to find the beating treasure in it!

Every movement you find is already lying! Most words of Faithfulness are shattered back to self-betraying souls! And you don't even have to think about the heart with the music of the beats - when everything is spitting in your face! The formula for eternal distancing is built in the soul, but at least it controls! Only the lost Man cannot get rid of the determined stubbornness of goals! It guards me vulnerable like blindness to some disembodied stubborn duplicity! When you think your juice-tormenting problems aren’t present maybe just the most contagious!
 
Dark rooms with deep sounds words recurring distances! Many times volunteer career has been articulated! Confidence-lost simlis sniffers bathe in thin back-face styles while you get crowded, bark, fall! In yourself, you may be doomed if you know about yourself; it can turn everything back in you! No more movement can be left of you! The clocks are slowly turning to betrayal: the arranged, finite counters of your mortality - because you have to keep the **** earth-named bullet: the traveling planetary continent in motion!
 
You will be wounded by the Light around you, no matter how you travel: in the depths of sparkling True Pearl gazes, offended tears shine like diamonds! Harmony is a good little scanner! It requires constant balancing! Everything can hardly be forgiven: only a few, if they possess it, have the ability to give up!

Three-quarters past six! Im expelled from the redemptive eden of the dream, because the sobering, dawn robot must begin: mechanical action! Your visions will force you back into your half-hibernated waking dreams! Your clothes are patiently waiting to be pounded and chased into the pounding drum of your washing machine; your body is suddenly saturated with expired consciousness: The Sun began without you!
You would keep waiting for his word to see if you can still hear it, but the outside world is listening outside and hardly answering! In the universe of your skull, the Moon Stars are dizzy before morning coffee; deepening cavities for a smoother future! Wordlessly shade around you the shadows of your ruined possibilities, what couldn’t you grasp?
 
Many times you sniff yourself more because the insidious lie contained in the uttered sentence is unbearable; organists are raging more and more wildly, hyena-throated pathetic minute-blue people! He who has always persevered, trembled and feared would always like to hide! In the primeval forest of your blood vessels, the channels of throbbing blood streams would be reabsorbed! Your true wisdom is what you keep silent in yourself!
 
Your things, your overworked organs, are still tired and exhausted, until your metabolism calls for a natural thing! "Who has learned to recognize the moods of his selfish body so that he can no longer snuggle into lying words!" He's still listening to you Whole! The Calculating Parts are listening to you! Do you want to calm down in an even more predictable motion and you can't even know when the Light is shining on the petals of your wounded Soul?

Once again, the shattering shard of the approaching night beats and sobers up: in a precious day, less can be lived again! The longevity of our promising promises disintegrates when we understand our shining, precious Star-eyes, our lies pity! Our exaggerations are already emerging from the cavities of the eye-craters aching like stigma - we should divide our days, which are scarcely tailored in the final Time, better! It would emerge from all the ashes that failure could only hold - it could resurrect with a stubborn blaze for yew-flowered Hope Days!
 
So few could have been left wrapped in unquestioning words of Faithfulness by the Judging Handshakes, forever confidential gazes! Celebrity graces, mannequins, money-hungry gorilla-jams with swollen biceps, who are accustomed to bowling in the crossfire of suspicious Cherub and Jackal glances, prevail sooner than a comet dying among vulnerable Humans! Eden tomatoes are just the redeemed gon, if they exist! A stranger and a stranger who came out of their rags and you could be the only ****-bitangs, knowledgeable relics that you did not listen to the words of a wise-prophet!
 
Behind the paved paths of your career, you laughed at your stumbled victims rather than uplifting them! "My never-before-seen confident smile only exists in legends!" It would be good to survive even among predatory fish!

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Hyena Grin World is increasingly threatening and trampling! I leave myself and I have to endure even if I can! Old wounds are cherished by the Night; my blind darkness falls on me! In our Savior Universe kisses, we knew and even felt Peace rest on the ground — but this soft serenity was soon gone! The infinite Bird Sight absorbed this complicated Being! A lukewarm evening, when it unfolds and embraces it among its gloomy star rings: all its bad and submissive intentions fell to the brilliant smile of the sun's rays!
 
He knew it too! We never felt our hearts to lie to each other’s absolute happiness! Today, there can hardly be any budding charm for the moment to be found again! Exacerbated pessimism saturates my heart with many thousands of missed occasions - I still know that rebellion fits the Anyway can still hold my only shoulders for a long time; a shipwrecked minute of life reveals itself before me selfish, mowing My death!
 
Like Görland's congested spike-dagger ice, the petals of my purple heart are wounded by Sorrow, and I still seem unable to decipher what the proud smile of Dear Secrets can tell. "My stuttering happiness seems to fade with my hollow eyes reflected, broken Gloria, and yet I would still wish for a rocking home of understanding, cherishing lapels!" I would give my never-found salvation to a real Lady!
 
I can’t let the eternal memories of my broken-wing existence in this celebrity world’s fortune fade away!

Deep in my soul is a deep, falling cavity; I have piled up my understood memories: an Angel, the minutes of the Universe, the faithful promise of kisses! My thoughtful Rodin forehead is full of scratches! The half-truth of the True Beads wasted behind my eyelids is lingering! The Present also disappears my person as a coward as a silent curse! In human hearts, in the depths of ******-staring star gazes, it is rare for a shipwrecked footprint to remain!
 
I pursue in search of eternal non-arrival! Asphalt sea road ripples to the rhythm of my steps! Behind my face it would be so good to get to know the other one too! Waves of vortices rupture, pull you down into the deep! They run through the channels of invisible veins, I am even enriched by the emotions that have happened to others! - Like the rock! I fall towards the captivity of yawning depths!
 
Her lovely butterfly pupil trembles inward; door handles always closed door snaps into my soul! "Pessimistic pain spins from my face like bouncing plaster of rain beads!" I always step back into myself; instead of being able to move! I'm falling out of the night! I can cling to the illusion of mirrors; after all, they show Reality and I would touch the receding candle flame: it is bound by the tough consistency of roots, the negatively charged atmosphere and Fear!
 
The crescents of your lips can no longer be nicknamed by the Dear! Living dream images invented in yourself are slapped in the face and then dragged back to the ground! - Everyday tempers are unspoken, until they are finally ground and squeezed! In the beginning it would have been the friendship of Faithfulness, and the consolation of Betrayal remained.

Turning inward, you just look, you don’t see yourself inward. Chasing the ring tooth of an idyllic daydream, into the memories of lived events in childhood, into an unchanging past, among the blunders of your futility; you dwell there, who can whisper to you the caressing words of your conscience!

You see cheerful, bouncing players around you - all breaking the rules, you imagine yourself: It could be Order in the midst of clutter! And the others didn't even guess your secretly flattening helper - tell me, where did he go ?!

You hold your individual, selfish hope to yourself, if you keep them so you cherish your emotions! Your heart trembles when you have to decide responsibly, so you ask them and what they murmur into the gaping shells of your ears, you can even decipher it, you can pour it into words like a hermit saying a message, a silent prophet in apostasy - you fight with opinions,

sue! The True Word is bubbling in you in an immortal cauldron that you have always been afraid of, and you ran no matter how many times you should have stood in the mud! You have consciously remained a child in your selfishness! You are caring for your childlike dreams, and you would have proudly hid underground to see yourself through the mirrors of your receptive eyes, the only possible guarantee of your survival: The cowardly runaway!

I have to think on my kicked stomach and ponder how much I didn’t do on the fringes of my scarce fears, it could have been! And every time he suffered a weaker injury; flocks of roaring wolves roared my ears deaf. "Maybe I've lost a little bit of my personality, too, in so many changeable shapes!"

How was it before? The budding scent-universe of roses chased him to Death: a petal-crushing allure, a flirtatious Reality that not even a fallen child-minded man can escape? Because love and forbidden Stars abraded in human hearts! The puzzle is ready! That's why he had to go to the depths of hell! The hungry and wild **** of greedy cannibals is all to possess on this earth! Wounded Man do not sell yourself at any cost!
 
Whoever has just come to live and prosper in this region will be expelled from themselves, chased away immediately! The enviable evil itself lacks the human-building lava stone, and the nose of the uncontrollable Sisyphean stone rumbles equally out of the Redeemer. - A deliberate Hermit-Orpheus who has moved away from the world: he is afraid of you here - more laurel merits can hardly be created, because the deserved Success has become salable, so everyone is determined to be down!
 
Cocktail-rucis grins the smiley little girl's role with a chirping little mouth-smile and the universal devil of Idiotism conquers everywhere! - I slip into my evenings with a crouching shadow with invisible and intentional intentions; I can't let a brain-numbing, vile laziness guide me by the hand - when so much is still waiting for me as all possible care and counting on me! "Wolves have long been shed in sheepskin and sold by so many themselves." Oh, you unfortunate, deceived apostate! At least you can still do the sacred light of the wisdom of your mind, don't make a mess!
 
As a Prophet with a stubborn ****, throw two on your feet and convince yourself to remain a Man forever

selfish listening is even bigger and more murderous today than if I could share it with me! A larger, uninhabited continent is at war with me than anyone could understand! Curiously, however, I threw myself thirsty at hyena landscapes; they would have been called by the conciliatory smiles that sent me, the promises that could be kept — I would have put my trembling child's soul, trembling in my innocent tears, in the palm of My Beloved!
 
If he looks into the mirror of another seer - he offers him a teasing shadow! When someone sees me “on the other side” he only senses my chubby fur-crust: an emotional Marsian! My loneliness is also a rich relative of the waterfall of my falling Star Tears shining at night! What would I find and get to know? I'm autumn: my falling letters, if they don't pay attention, the wind often sweeps away…
 
I will be a limp bee on the silk veils of my sweetheart's heartbreaking petals. He will take care of my
 
pistils, I will close my eyes and I will know Dormant! His tired roe deer danced flirtatiously in star-glitter even with the yellow-glowing Moonbeam; I could feel its crater weight, even though it was millions of light-years away and it was curling over our heads at the frowning midnight! The redeeming Universe burned my skin like a flaming black flame: our common body trembled at a beat like a stretched bow and immortalized al
 
I wrote my vulnerable footprint in my heart and can I hope it takes care of it? - In the double darkness around us grows the rampant uncertain! We are both standing on the shore: Who can leave first ?!

Above the bridge railing I stare down into the silently yawning, whirling throats; a whirling, centrifugal vortex-wheel drags me along, pulls me, and pulls! Balanced on a thin, snow-white blade, thus is he who was cast out into life! Gathering crumbs of breadcrumbs through a lifetime, Till Death, like a lawful chase, takes him! With narrowing eyes curiously fixed on me, the wan shadows of shipwrecked souls Past-remembering, meek shadows emerge from mire-thrown foam; Witnessing guardians of the possible that is!


As aerial-gymnast-samples, we may all thus balance the many certain possibilities; at another planned turn, veronal, foam of water, or poison is of no use - with conscious cowardice, human dignity confidently fails us! I stumble between reckless tumbles with purpose. I would even lie flat, like Sinbad, like a petty nobody, and probe the beating heart-******* of angelic ladies! May I remain in my falling, fallen life who I was: an eternal child in an arrogant adult world!


Thick and unsteady even now is the black, roiling stream. I feel that I have often run out of strength to face every trial like a murdering *******! The old Danube still murmurs and calls me to it! - Nowadays, the circus and the bustling ant-hill of the great world are so merged that the heart of the prodigal little man is always trembling, when he looks into the flashing, decaying Tomorrows with dignified and faltering eyes!

I wonder what it will be like in the future, standing in the ring of what can be called polite handshakes believed to be respected, among the profane self-seeking attempts, groping glances, when everyone already thinks they can do whatever they want. While the inner soul sheds its rain-smelling crocodile tears and finally moves out of this earthly existence?!

After repeated compliments, the sole, insidious goal of which is the all-encompassing bed scene, the unconditional culmination of Everything. Even the golden and heroic ages - if they existed - are exalted only out of habit.

Among the raging daily grind and inhuman hunger wages, what will the miserable life of forty-year-olds, which they tried to scrape together for themselves, be like one day?! – What kind of cast will there be among the familiar faces?!

Again and again, everyone repeats the pathetic dog comedy around themselves for their own petty and hypocritical amusement. Self-important, boasting, and licking Alamus *****, he climbs the donkey ladder, jumping over the curses of successful and unsuccessful generations of donkeys.

And each of the babies stares at him, bewildered, in a barrage of brainwashed obsessions. Will the earthly metamorphosis of the vulnerable, human-smelling calvary and immortal lovers be recognisable? A cosmic comet-sphere beaming in the rose-scented holy glow of dawn, which got stuck halfway and then finally fell to earth?

Can we still find our way after so many self-inflicted, painful disappointments? In the manner of obsessed emotional frenzies, we even cling to the last straws, which we once approached with a humble heart!

Because it is involuntary to stop before everything is left unfinished! We can know: It is not the facts that have started that are what usually continue, we can stop if we know we can turn to unknown intersections, we can run into uncertainty! So where can the imagined Future, which we have tried together to build a ****** hand here or there, stay? And we ourselves could barely notice the serious intentions that have been proven behind the volunteer's hidden emotions…
 
Thus it may have begun that we have slowly been pushed out of the patronage of Samaritan favors, and now we are accustomed to the futile bitterness of the paths of the unknown Ends, rather trampling ourselves aside voluntarily! - Are the consciously determined Beginnings also recurring halves? Isn't the spark of Being discovered just wormwood? The interrupted Silence is silent again; restless visions run through my soul that may be lingering after the Happiness to be found!
 
Can the human ear still listen to the music of banging petals? Invisible hands are kept in Closed-Loneliness, and I still trust in the Word of Promise of My Friends: Protect and Guard! “On my face, like on the trunks of annual tree trees, I count my wrinkles thoughtfully, intentionally, slowly: Who can see more if you flirt with me wolf-eyed? There was a time when we dared to marvel at this sanda world with everlasting child spirits!
 
I don't ask for a part of self-world fools that I can buy for myself! Is the selfish mode just deceived enough to just make a living for yourself? While this Age of Age looks back at us with a mocking smile ?!

Your deliberately lazy sloth dreams didn’t come true! Your shiny crystal legends have also been shattered! It would have been nice for Someone to be able to enter through your narrow, closed doors on a selfless donor and grab the pulsating beats of the golden heart of your two hands by grabbing them! The dense Blood of the Universe of your minutes could have flared up many more times - but you selfishly-stubbornly only wanted the True! Even a light-hearted Angel spell could have come to your chilled barking!
 
Your trembling, konok soul would cling to the gaze of another dazzling human Star and cling to the cravings of helpless promises — you can't do anything else! You shape the material in your soft soul into a firmer, more lasting will - and you still stop and think about your fateful decisions! "After your years, you don't make a point, because you feel around forty - maybe - a flirtatious Death can be on you and bombard you with a heart attack!"
 
The imaginary fairy face of Happiness can't open for you! And you couldn’t fall over, crying rhymingly at the gaze-sharing precious-carat eyes! You couldn't stretch your mind in the Forest of Love you found yet! You had to fool around on a stumbling block - and you still couldn't tune your little boy's soul to Hope, who could trust himself! All of you have been betrayed by the pride of your existence, and the proud hope of an imaginary rainbow smile has ruined everything!
 
You can cling less and less to shaky promises — you know, yourself; you wanted to exist and survive in the depths of hearts throbbing like a hiding silence! Don't give up on the Clown Fool of Love as long as you just look around smiling and there can always be Someone you can cling to!

When the Hangman Time opens over our lives; we raise our inverted palms to the sky! Wounded sunset flies in our eyes alive! For the Great Crossing - perhaps - everything is given, only we are more hesitantly half-nailed, unprepared! We can only rush towards the liberated Nothing with reservations! "The congested waves of this Being are ready to clash over our heads again - we can hardly cling to the created soul around us!"
 
There are still days of crypt when the gaping gaps beneath our feet rise with open mouths with their half-nasty-pathetic Will: "Jump down!" "And we're just wasting Death-frozen in one place, because the excited adrenaline isn't enough for us to accomplish the Deed!" The silent Infinite can only be felt by one who stops in Time himself and wakes him up with a wolf's eye and a karakan!
 
Their intent is consciously hidden by these faces today: A possible antidote to their vulnerability is conscious concealment! What can we expect from the Orv-World, which breeds these hyenas and also repels free-thinkers ?! Taigetos' careers and insidious teamwork await his unsuspecting victim like this!
 
Because there will always be craftsmen who are one way or another - but they try to cheat in disguise and enjoy their universal greatness and succeed! “Words are spelled from afflicted lips while they don’t even know the best antidote to aggravated sadness: Sincere Friendship

*******, gutted Age! This is how we live under playable chess games; the witnesses of the fallen flies as diligent camps from today! Information Cyber-cascading brains brainwashed our minds every day but empathy falls to the ashes if Man prefers to be sold to stepmother! A long line of those who want to prosper, exchanging new homelands, want to get out of here: Who has not learned how to prosper, but rather leaves the stage of Calvary!
 
When crossing border lines for a living, they always give up something valuable on their own and leave it behind! Leaning towards each other, friendly hands clasped into themselves often continue like this! How much can diplomatic gestures decide at Europe's table ?! - When can this supersonic electronic age enter a self-evolving stream of purification?
 
Everything s Everyone alone finds pathetic, bribed benefits; while he takes the learnable prosperity from others; he looks overwhelmingly at this time other than a huntable prey! You know: whoever has put his soul as a commodity in the market of compromise can rarely expect Human patronage! Savior Hope can seldom illuminate the superficial face of a man who waders others out of interest every day, but let his selfish greed be maintained!
 
As the bouncing of monotonous nuggets, the End echoes in the bongo earcups; in all finite human respects giving to the True Pearl: rainfires, infinite concentric circles shine and circulate…

Deeper scars I deliberately left to the strangeness. faint romantic notions suddenly cosmatted in my soul when I felt it was all over! Surprised, dumbfounded, I looked wordlessly around: what could I do with the life I had left?! The **** of my hangman's days had been pushed down by calculating old age. On my face yawned the cellular yawn of perpetual weariness, while the majority outside could not know it was all a sham!

Cheerful expressions, grimace-inducing holy smiles seemed to be paint that could be applied many times: secret disguises masks that could only harden with time! - There in there: in the depths of a child's foolish soul, conjurable spirit-beings stir and nestle. I run along parallel pairs of rails running back into myself, and I cannot play recklessly and carelessly when the chessboard of Existence calls: there all goes sharp!

For I have always thought of foreseeable evil, And digested it like a boiling caldron. My troubled soul constantly wanted to throw out its upset waves; an inner umbilical cord was much needed, which would lead through secret, invisible corridors boldly into the mysteries of the other body. Listening, like the vigilantly curious, till Life calls at last, and may not pass through the magic circle. A fine snare, a deceptive trap. The imprint of our lives infected with exceptionalism; the truths of honest eyes should be relearned and spoken!

In our slow castle-circles the bliss of another-self is ever waiting, And the membrane-thin instincts of touch are vulnerable to further wounding by conscious love-lust!

Walking our treacherous, money-all path, we have become ruthlessly greedy Breakers; Orphans, left alone, flare up in the night like the richer, richer stars! We know! We must not sell ourselves - nor sell them - and yet in the temptations of trials we fall bribed every day! Can our followers learn from our Fallen Being? If nothing else; how can we be non-compromising!
 
This present-man-long-time benefit-Present Interests-Babel cannot provide a shelter! Day by day, we live as if we are always waiting for unattainable Promises, enticing opportunities: a shattering, sharp shard shatters us every minute! When we give up our dreams, Kid is forced to cry in our souls!
 
Sustainable Life builds itself from more diabolical circles than card games: Each day sacrifices new figures for self-justification on stage, while the camp of the severely depleted prefers to give up the Competition because you can’t trust the legitimacy of affordable Judgments! "Every single moment has a primordial meaning, and many times the fallen Man doesn't even think, 'What if?' - the consequences of your decisions!
 
Sadness woven from moonlight illuminates every desperate larva's face. The tangible admonitions of Being are now the fears of garbage dumps! Through soul-movies, we can see the deepening calvary of our long-successful minutes fluttering.

And when one sins a little and falls into sin: He gurgles chocolates down his throat with unauthorized methods, giving one-person cakes the ultimate honor of such sublime and sublime passions as being in love! To become one: Flour, water, eggs with an immortal yet metaphorically changing dough body, mouth-watering, bohemian distillates, can be created for rebirth! - One can and feels conceived, the subtle, superstitious details do not yet form - only at the cost of hard work -


the whole and thus the re-created Universe is sanctified: A bite of only tastes, smells, and thoughts - a redeeming noble task: To rename people into unity, a common wavelength, if possible!

In the rumen of abundance in the furnace, on the wedding bed of flame-caves, the flame gave birth to millions: diligent yeasts again, they could recreate even man-made dough. How many uplifting and special miracles does it hold, and how many more can the waiting, the well-deserved fruit of our patience, unfold?

And how the dough shape fills and swells: it resembles the condition of blessed mothers, while its waistline increases in a curved curvature, and it is exciting, as if only the Sun was caressing. You see, there will be plenty of good, and the dated universe will be carefully highlighted, with due maternal tact; be careful not to crack your existing cartilage,

and they are dressed in a heavenly garment of sifting powdered sugar, which is falling like snow, and it sweetens as many tiny ***** of true pearls as the sieve sifts! "We're still waiting with a scurrying worried stomach." In the attic of our mouth, in the meantime, the charm and the fried bride were served directly to our table!

What does the Night say when the dreadful fear listens in me? Everything in me is still wounded and defenseless as an adolescent! I have not yet researched for myself the extended question marks of Redemptive, Hand-held Love and Question and Answer! "What can the dense Night ask, if all the flames of the Universe on each other's glowing-tense bodies are just dust-covered, avittos dazes?"
 
My selfish, man-avoiding stutter in my murderous silences: Where could I have made a mistake? And could only I have sinned ?! I would call him, the Angel who caresses in his chirping voice, still me — I have another difficult day to come — I can’t discover his superstitious lunar face! Despair s selfish tremors all night woe-trouble!
 
What will the Night say in a whisper, and will I be able to trust even those I have surely accepted as my Eternal Friends ?! Will the Dear listen with deliberately tamed zeal when my shattered Soul invites me by asking a giver-expensive confession? ,,Everything is alright?!"
 
Will he listen then? Will you listen to my countless billions of bubbling questions ?! What can the Night listen to if, as a studded, dreamy alien, I had to thrive on this complicated earth alone; Will the Night be silent and speechless ?! My condensed moment, if I'm not careful, promises a trough: injured wrinkles fall from my face with tears…

The dizziness of the lifelong receded yet; my anxiety of being is all raging! In me, mortality is ash-gray and the idea of ceda is constantly frightening! My years seemed to fall fast and I have to leave this land! Mile treasures to sweep beneath me pile up: fragmented leaves of petals - I should be a living tree in a dying ray of fire and not cry out my uncommon selfish pity! Sadness bribes and as a volcano, there are hardly any pleasures in existence!
 
My blind moles-nights are lit by cheering skies even more so the spike of despair is stabbing me more and more! Perhaps you, as a lone Robinson, have seagull sighs and the grains of sand in the bribed Nihil deserts; and why is there an earthly voice that cannot answer to the immortal Universe, when you already feel: the great He is standing by you ?! Your inner adventure can't end this way either!
 
Your flaming presence holds in itself! - Caressing the stigma of pain and fear of creation! You can imagine the veil of Maya being torn off and he sees back with bitter lust on the Edenic altars of earthly immortals: you could be immersed in vain in the starry Infinite! Fearfully keeping his secret in the black chasm-deep; crystal gems of dried salts will burn in your mouth, even as your prison you will be locked in your snail shell forever! You may know for yourself: your insatiable restlessness generates thrombosis bombs in the catacombs of your heart.

Others even now only laugh, while your self-pitying triumph slowly collapses and buries you under yourself! Blinding narcissism may haunt the luxurious pink-mask syrupiness of tabloid media, and today, even the self-conceited halal scientists, the planning suicides, are not asked on the wise altars of tolerance: would it have been better to know psychological processes or the chaos formula of brain convolutions?! - Every exibitionist, superficial moment flirts with illusion; the onion skin of the human soul is still always on itself, while the number of days is bargained with itself as a freeloader!

Our pressed confessions of love are often lacking in self-satisfying, passionate romance. Mutual congratulations in an evening of spotlight and rainbow that lasts until midnight hold traps and murderous daggers for each other! Lost in the midst of so many muffled grins, even solidly-supported reality is scrubbed by reversed, pathetic, grotesque roles! On made-up faces like wax-glowing larvae shine fake-measuring emotions and emotions! While the common man queues for autographs, clinging to Golgotha-ridden friendships!

In the hopes of his bogus expectations - honest-to-God friendships - it is a pity to cling on running; it is impossible to escape the arrogant, phlegmatic slogans of publicity - all the falsehoods of the past can be further fixed! Chocolate left out in the sun, like the exaggerated tanning-bed orange-skin, soon melts and is ruined! - Every filling-heart seems to crack sooner or later, when surrounded by rings of sincerity!

Then it was running harder and harder every day: My heart-stabbing **** knife was already every moment of mortal Immortality even bleeding in me! While the Great Time steered him here and there like the never-to-be Negotiator! Tiny, glued-handed gigolos, trendy jambs, trampled the chances of survival in others as well, until in the end they selfishly sinned! My soul, ready to soar, was forced to be shackled by bound shackles; the consolidation of imagined Friendships could have been mine alone, if I had already given up on the happiness I could find!
 
I would need something beyond an unspeakable need to be able to live with content again, and not just be ashamed of my own guilt! By deliberately contemplating the unexpected traps of Being, it is better to avoid and look back, so that even memories cannot haunt you! A call to morning awakening often lacks a sense of duty; In addition to the basic need for filling bites and the testimony of responsible toddler feet, the exploratory mind also selfishly desires more: It wants to reflect and testify and formulate!
 
My fears, which are so wide, squeeze my throbbing heart in the basket of my chest, and if my dear one could know that even the most mundane tasks often rise to the line of trying trials, he would understand

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.
 
Symptom-band
 
A lavering, fluttering temper plagues my wounded bleeding heart with its snake tongues! I can hardly take my truncated works into the sensationalist hustle and bustle of the bustling markets! On my olive-scented, bronze-brown skin, I felt the silky Universe open its petal gates to me! Our kisses were both traitors and loyal to the core! The intertwined mist of sweat-pearls in our bodies seemed complementary as an excusable swamp sin! Flaming in the glowing fever of our thoughts, we just took each other's sensitive hands at once: our being became a redeeming current, and there circulated sensually, flaming with every flame in the primordial matter of our body!
 
For the last time, Total Betrayal could reach us in each other's delight: this is how we became each other's complex finishes in the Procrustean bed! Even the sniffing Being can sit next to us at any time! Our loneliness has been tempted and betrayed many times: there is no one-off way to find it! Even with denial, it stays the same as keeping it to yourself! In our grim world, the wings also fell out; dirt-laughter also hints at chaos for itself! The overwhelmed tempers are thirsting for sparks! Deadly desires bleed every day when there can be no one who can truly feel and understand! Even in our trite dreams, the machine belt continues to spin itself

From the very beginning, the Silence: Adherent Loyalty to My Selfishness builds the eternal adolescent secrets that have been gripped in me as a boy! Below me heights yawn snarling, above me the fate of Damocles sends its day-learning signs! Safe cover these days, hardly anyone can survive in the shadow of poems! This self-incense sneezing world forces me into something I can't be myself! "I curse with hermitage and I can hardly try to break out of this cage because I couldn't discover someone special!"
 
My bad things have happened that are over and yet they threaten stubborn repetitions - they treat me just like haunting dreams! I wish they would disappear into the darkness of eternal Times, and I would flee to them one by one at night! One by one, capture an unknown atomic bomb — temper and explode ready. A sieve-like, irreplaceable One-Life moves its threads on the verge of eternal questions that can be answered; the petals of our flower existence would still be gently pounded if blown away
 
our flower-body is the ordas-strong wind? Because it is possible that only those who can already see in me the suicidal Calvaries of the Calvary districts, whose fateful eyes are closed, can feel my wounded pain with a Golden Heart! Nirvana sand is thus suffocated daily by a talkative silence who would like to testify if they could still leave! Ingó's demand for existence is already modest, with pearls on his back with the testimony of True Beads

Heart murmurs are done with the People of Golgotha! Every survivor-day is a day more scared! They know every second can count, and that they can always pluck Tomorrow! Uncertainty is also consciously terrifying our senses! Even the crisis of continuous existence that we could not learn the rules of survival enough times! We can only be perfectly free if our beating hearts rest in the arms of our Beloved and are redeemed! In every silent knocking True Pearl, a singer of a rain - like curious explorers, attracts People with unattainable post-Happiness!
 
In the stubborn Time, all Shadows depend and Life lives on until then, we deliberately deceive ourselves! - Sea-deep beats in the content-excited Spirit; the Desire can preserve and preserve if the eternal present star shines in the other's eyes! Forced on stairs, you step on it, even if they are constantly hooking, and by the time you get up you will realize: Your career, if it had, has long since sunk, because you have been held accountable for the blunders of others! You’re still just proud and yelling like an immature child, instead of making an exact plan!
 
What opportunities did you have left? When your dreams are finally shattered, you can find out all the calculated dimensions! Wolves are still troddenly selfishly snarling at you; you could be happier with every moment of happiness - even within you, a built World shakes and hurts! Your trouble: self-incense World follows the ornaments of a sensationalist, phlegm! Pessimism always takes root in your thirsty soul! In days spent waiting forever, when can you finally learn to thrive on your own and grow up to the task of staying alive?

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

Because sooner or later, someone always returns to the houses. No one can yet know whether it is the betrayed husband, or the bohemian lover who holds a grudge, the diva lady who tries to hide her own girlish confusion by pretending to be a superficial, hysterical canary. So many questions and answers, to which we can rarely find proper, logical answers. -

The self-destruction that is so envied by many in the intoxication of LSD or ecstasy, in the usual ******-warfare, when the manipulation is no more than a transparent and definable chess game played by two competing parties, there are wild jerks who just like that fight with stone axes , and they fight, just like their hairy-backed ancestors did a million and one millennia ago.

The gravity of the Universe sooner or later pulls everyone along and pulls them down. Because everyone is locked in a lowly cage of minimums and pitiful deadlines, so that they can languish for a lifetime between the prison walls of careers. There will be no one to take a direct interest in the life of each person!

"Just tell me, my friend? Do you still have humanity left in your heart?!" - Lét manufactures and distributes hijacked, lousy end products, as if everyone can be recycled and replaced at the same time. Curses and actions that want to curse have become a daily headache because of indifference and lack he already measured us by the kilo, like straw puppet wrecks, and that's precisely why you can't look into the depths of crooked mirrors with impunity, because he is ashamed of himself whose grotesquely distorted reflection is wolf-eyed Apocryphal codes...

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

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

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

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

A student crown witness can hardly be found in the field of mystery grains! As an obstacle builder, he builds massive ramparts around himself - it is almost a total inability to decipher his thinking! A knocking heel above it is a black piano keyboard mystery, while the Realm of the Soul is a eloquent but unbreakable shell! Everything can turn in the triangle of total bankruptcy in your career! Among the set badges of majesty, the stamp of the untouchables flourishes: as a bacterium, it occupies any host body, and examining selfish truth truths, the fever curve of their bold lies immediately emerges!
 
The opposite pair of carelessness or murderous interest thus seems to reconcile and enslave the honor that has become a pile of rubble! - Every visceral wish dies! Shadow Duty Could Be Even Retaining Morality! Simultaneously exhaust and anesthetize insidious suspicions; it is surprisingly similar to a mature routine and cannot tolerate showcase objectivity! They are always amazed at the poisonous facts of trickery who intend to showcase their exhibitionist personalities!
 
The silly era of ambitious contours is still going on, and even a silly summer can be all about being alerted to money-winning money by festival-goers! The deep stagnant water is already quite cloudy in gorilla brains! With the veiled moments of impotence, the bigger biceps ex-titanium boasts many times over! - This is how a certificate of poverty is issued on the facts of intrigues! The solarium artificial body of colorless fog knights is browned slowly, crumbly flame! Naked arguments can be seen in the crowded kittens melting in the muscle arms of Al-Romeo Adonis; bathed in immoderate consumption of testosterone, primate baths deliberately forget normal, human life! Who is robust is not yet sure to be the Emperor of Life too!

It still lights up with the dazzling lights of Autumn - why aren’t you with me?
He cuts the woody arms into honey-flavored gold - why did you throw me out? - Gentle branches are replaced by skeletons, indifferent death hooks, and the sudden coming Winter quickly wears away!

Immersed in the captivity of shelter pillows, caring maternal dunes, why don't you comfort me anymore? In the deserted waves in the field, he still hits his head, the mature avar breeds peacefully — as if you were lost chestnuts with your lost eyeballs — where did you get away from me?

Rosehip breaks down its red berries, twilight wounds: Your blushed face is happiest at this time! - Where could you go from me? Morality gets its name on your wall, your proud head shines! At Nagymaros, the silage and the wild Danube are wicked into fragile tenderness, and caressively caresses the blessed eggs of swan soles! - Why didn't you stand by me? Only the broken wounds of your heart should heal, - I understand that - we should have judged one last judgment, and we should gently tell each other as long as we could, until the magical sunset burns twilight roses in your hair!

- You're not by my side yet! Yet now the emotional need is very close to you: In me, a starving child chuckles for babysitting and love like an innocent selfish! When we were even younger, did you think there would come a time when the immortal Universe would also thirst for our unquenchable eyes?

"You can't be by my side at this poisonous, murderous moment," you know.

Handshake promises buried in myself! I was a Scapegoat s Cowardly traitorous, smiling with tears among the cheerful clowns! Outside, from the mouths of the uttering Judgments and Prophets, the vision seemed like a failure! Upstairs, in the radiant sparkle of his eyes, the rocking lady of the snow-white moon harbors! My forehead can no longer be crowned with redemptive kisses, my immortal Beloved; I've tolerated enough!
 
I was conceived as a misunderstood experiment, a sinful curious sin! Target My life has been targeted by deliberate envy, garbage jealous! "True pearl falls grow dearly in your sleeping eyes so you can still testify!" My responsible conscience climbs into my Soul infected with deepening guilt and makes it testify!
 
A frill of light flickers flirtatiously in doorways: a woman's shoulder shatters gracefully through the folds of clothes! "She's barking, she's getting angry with herself, she's still testifying alive in the present!" - Our knocking Heart splits into a dazed, throbbing twilight as we embrace the Universe and our bodies fall into the lake of the Savior's Nothing!
 
Goddess's hands clink in my hairy stone-back in conciliatory-confidential way so that with Faithfulness we can push the extravagant sins of our immortal minutes together! Tears are rising into coral castles in our eyes! Our flesh is already boiling on its own, and a symphony of music is on our cartilage! "Perhaps the Grace that even redeemed me could drift to the beating Golden Hearts?"

I very much feel sorry for the tearful ******, who gave her martyrdom as a gift to someone she loved best: and the soul of her fragile, blessed heart dreaded a thousand ominous horrors, even fire, though she had learned early on: Deception, rejection, and suffering. Outside, a charming smile was hidden on the fit child's face, - I guessed the swirling dying of tears then - in his star-cherished, proud eyes, the cosmos emptiness conceived because of his sorrows!

Selfless, angelic goodness was his most miraculous antidote, and while comforting others with a vulnerable mood perhaps, he always seemed to comfort himself a little, and the self-forgotten, heavenly smile: It was a nuclear explosion of stars than when planets more valuable because of irresponsible recklessness!

And now he was unstoppable, in order of war, he also marched against the tide of bullets of our tears, and every single whistling, hissing sigh wounded his ashes, hollow face. "I was very sorry for the tearful ******;" my bleeding heart sunk into lethargy that I had to see through the veil of cleansing tears, his broken desires and dreams!

But I would have comforted the poor then and there! I would have kissed the queen eggs of her feet even more — the blood was only gradually throbbing like a volcanic eruption! We would have comforted each other with a love of selflessness: You and Me!
"But the traces of the lost, happier times also died with the curse of a secret and quiet monotony: And only your constellation shines on me from a distance of billions of years of loneliness holes, up there in the vast space of the empty mourning sky!"

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

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

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


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

Hesitant orphanage
  
    
I would have fled to you: A smiling cheerful girl responsible for my peace and harmony. Give me a slight and redemption with your golden heart, you no longer deal with routine words, worn-out beauties, and you, like an immature child, have thrown me away with a little rebuke! But I cannot apply for forgiveness in your conscience because Loving would have been an unforgivable sin,

but you can see for yourself: Fiery burning stars if the gloomy night is sitting up there, with researcher, gendarmerie discipline only they will guard and protect you! The fused human destinies were rolling more and more in vain, embracing you with unbridled clinging to the momentary immortality of the Universe - I could do nothing for you anymore!

With the rumble of our tears, fountains and energies met in the blood caves of our bodies. With our ever-circulating juice dumplings in our bodies, we longed for maps as principles of sure cognizability.
Now the thickest serenity: Dead tor tormenting, and contemplating my silent patience with silence: Your chestnut wreath on the crown of your head would have rocked me in my dreams with quiet reverence!

“And then I snatched myself out of the afflicted, intoxicating vapors of disappointment; You did not sacrifice your Heart on the altar of love like I did because You were more selfish! This earthly prosperity of yourself was in your mind. Will there be loyalty to you who will forgive your hesitant orphanage?

Each tear is already searching for smothering trenches in the frames of faces; slowly, gradually, the happy, jubilant joy ready to show itself is fulfilled, and the pretended but real sadness is realised. The delicate telescopes of the ear-cups are wound up by harsh, turbocharged bomb-quarrels, leprous howls. Untouchable and often incomprehensible is the pain of all the sorrow that trembles! The pregnant alarm bells hidden in the depths of the soul ring differently each time, and in different ghostly tones.

And perhaps every fearful loneliness may have somewhere a preconceived pair of opposites.  Truth-ness is never visible on the inner walls of their eyelids. In the inner soul-reaches, the vocal cords of Being are constantly changing! When we look at faces, almost everything is dull and fades away - but sincere emotions can be recorded crystal clear even in a streaming tomorrow! Compliments handed down from saintly romances, and curtsy etiquette that only "some" can understand!

In the meaningful moments of materialized lives, the death of the deed must once be captured in action, so that we may dare to be ourselves in silence and hope anew! - The dafke-furnishing charade: brainwashed, accumulated, enriched, syrupy tactfulness, and the phlegmatic-parochial boorish manners dictating fashion-trend, has been taken more and more seriously. Valuable treasure-houses are thus allowed to pass away and fall into *****-smelling oblivion. Give or take a few decades, and those who were once deliberately crucified by the luxury-eye-losing tabloid media for their cultural eccentricities can win themselves prestigious, laurel-coloured prizes merely for the worthy cause of their death!

Even former exotic beauties are only remembered by broken nail clippings...