Everyone in Being crashes like wolf traps are the researcher wild! Behind the face, another cleaner and more sincere look besieges our beating hearts! Because in a sensationalist world today, Minute Blue people continue their handball gang time and the looming danger also comes from the smiles of artificial liver! He who confesses and reels is forced to wander into other circles! They freeze in a rush because it is no longer possible to get out of bribed robot tempos! Many people bribe from bribed careers overnight because they stifle everyone and fame crumbles!
 
At the crossroads of fear, heart attacks are pounding and you can feel the silent killers already threatening them all! - A child plays on the rails: even the sure Death laughs! The word fluttering on his lips is still but not laughing; as a little survivor, Man has already surveyed the spatial relationship! All orphans have childlike faces because they proclaim Peace by themselves! Behind our stuff is a lying fog motoz! These now furry Truths are already teaching everyone! Why is it necessary to incite escaped game to fleeing fugitives ?!
 
The happier paradise shores of the Future have also fallen to Atlantis! Prophet fever cannot tame the guards anymore! The gaping sermons of the lattices are listened to by the crowds, and the Truth is lost on every needle! "Beyond all the roots of the Shadows of Time, I stand in front of closed gates without a shadow!" Only the stupid can have the courage to stand up for myself with more courage.

Sooner or later, the person himself will be crushed, he will compromise in the indifference-silent uncertainty that drags the averages; it is necessary to clean open stigmatic wounds daily with Lethe water. Will and just compromise kills with cursed Nessus poisons. It would be good - at least - once in a while to evaluate things and actions from the other side in detail to examine an essential, significant perspective.

Duplicated, meaningless, pitiful chattering mouths should be locked. Your mother's protective wing can comfort and cherish less and less; after all - says the World - you yourself became an adult as an eternal child. How did you really cry out your miserable, shipwrecked childhood?! Hard to believe. If every five minutes you still find yourself crying in a dark, lonely alley, where even the saving tiger light can penetrate less and less often.

- Now the rude, snarky Time is asking you some Apocryphal question marks; the self-awareness wearing the Janus mask disguised as loyalty and trust is branching out, looking for a selfish and stubborn place. Whether it's sliding down from the edge of steep banks that collapse at any time, it's rarely worth giving a helping hand - you often feel that your everyday worries have towered over your head, and it would be better to retreat once and for all to the universal tower of silence.

The constantly falsifiable facts seem to constantly raise their hangover faces at you, while the hungover, groggy mornings unexpectedly hit you in the face, you know: The world is never ashamed of other people's sins, because it has never felt guilt, moral inhibition - not that much - but it has never felt. The unsmiling, rat-gnawed pulsation of the city is also becoming more and more unrestrained, giving rise to repulsive nausea and nausea...

I still have this creative fear: I am surrounded by amber or leander and trampled on you! Your hopes are swaying, shattered stars, your selfishness day by day as a hungry baby eternally demands love from you drunk and greedily. Your loved one is on the throne, not yet forgotten in your heart, his immortal image is shining more and more.

And now you have come to the end of your journey: Boundary s turning point, in pea-grain existence at the same time. As a silent convict, your ideas, plans, visions drowned in the sea of ​​your dreams! Your raging blood would protest, and roar, demanding a fair procedure, a right, and a law for you to hear Morality: Tiny blood molecules in your cell are saturated with suffocating, feverish puffing. I suffered moments

they follow and evolve from my self-pity! Everything is threatening! And they are tossing with deadlines, employing brains, working hands, and there is no shelter in the camp of the Wounded Believers! I should try to force my heart with positive thoughts, lion-confidence, but I am afraid that the sure wall will no longer protect me because it will soon fall down, and the

to my defense, which has so far helped as a probationary benevolent, may have ended: I am still a companion on this earth, and many shout, "Selfish, in your hunger for yourself you will remain!" "I lived at home and yet a planet alien!" My heavy smiles weigh on me like scarlet marks. In my cowardly orphanage, one day, there may be someone who leads me through unbroken trust and nothing. Difference brings variety, but only to those who correlate it!

Effortless tevelusta Man is true, but full of total fears! In his rain cloud eyes, all the collected Pearls of Truth are full of pain! On a child-adult left-handed estate who coughs forever, even himself is a gentle little track! Hissing is a heat bulge if it needs to be taken seriously and you can't get anything! Name-no wills the power of the law can no longer help! You are always forced to flatten, but rarely enjoy the silence of harmony! The truths of proud ladies of messianic extent should be sworn in! Systematic fatigue is already happening in Life!
 
Friendly guardianship can be enjoyed in supreme maternal lap by the prodigal flatteners in puffed silence; the backwind can hardly be! Who could push further - this time they have been resting underground for a long time! His brain, accustomed to determined abstinence, still understands and tolerates the grievances of sins well. The cacti formula of our conditions adds up many times over! The minute people of the Celeb Jerks hidden into tomorrow will slap you soberly! The bad System soon collapses tomorrow; it's worth nothing to save you from it!
 
From thinkers pushed back into an ivory tower, columns lurking for prey are swirling! - You can hardly want to level off in the killer-phlegm tones of alparity these days! Immersed at the bottom of sensationalist-haired multitudes, they try to dive into the side of the Pythianite Papuan Genes, a silicone miracle of their Angels! "You can no longer believe in the immortal love of the Universe!" Who keeps the correctness of ancient cones for themselves until the nails are torn, they are also afraid of the possibilities of change!
 
My thoughts may still keep the suspicion abundantly awake, who who intentionally curled the strands of my hair may have wanted a camp of raging idiots for themselves! End-length I don’t have a cane run for prosperity continues: A welfare consumer society also produces its own free-selling bull-dog

Your wrinkles are multiplying now. The thought, the consciousness, liberates and cripples at the same time: The Old Time is still rampant on your trench wrinkles - but it's not a problem, it can't be a problem - at most it only grimaces in its vanity, you like it! May the cruel grace make you wise, besieging yourself among millions with question-and-answer answers, why were you the Only One?

Isn’t the glass of life a disgusted wormwood? A sure recognition binds you with a bridle and reins: You can no longer be independent, and you are free because you are stifled by the greedy death in the finite tunnels of your cells - you cannot break the siege ring that has been shattered around your existence like an unbreakable lattice!

Maybe then - if you will and maybe you run out of time - you will recognize yourself as the smallest, the most vulnerable all along: You will perish like dust in the unbridled wings of the wind, and insatiable and selfish in eternal love: Hoping to support and comfort, you will believe in being a social being!

But the proud consciousness: You have come to create, to create and to create will remain with you forever until you die - you will grow your faith and meaning, your knowledge; and you are hoping for a foolish mistake, or a conscious fool: perhaps your future will not be barren if future ages recognize the indisputable, legitimate fact: Applications, prizes, works that have won competitions are still appreciated even now - than forgotten trash cans, crouches deep in drawers!

Never believe in flatterers! - Be more confident in yourself: Whoever campaigns and operates with Responsibility and keeps the manuscripts is worth more!

The order of power has long been established in the world! The One should have been protected from the dangers lurking in it; in the depths of his soul he is still quite stubborn, defenseless! As an exposed, orphaned child, all his pathetic pain was already felt inside: the stigma slogans of serial humiliations, terrorsita threats, as well as the permission of the majority to be ******! His dream sediment, his filthy gossip, would keep him awake, and yet he would always wake him up!
 
Troubled forgetful killer-accomplices also betrayed their Comrade Loyalty, and in the crossfire of trusting gazes there was always a series of body anxiety and self-confidence shrinkage! The same hardly forgettable complicity can be found in joke-telling; there is also a festive, ceremonial intimacy among the humiliating beatings, and with their sacrifices bleeding during murderous-joking awakenings, they grinned on their lips with a hyena grin on their lips! "I'll change my little fingers three times before I cling to them!" I would still be stuck in a chubby wall stuck in a mousetrap if I left it still!
 
The touching series of chatter-stumbles is repeated several times a day; my little track bothering is already pathetically disappointing at the same time! Where do they have preservable, eternal Friendships who could once be counted on?! Selfish error rates have already skyrocketed! It is still easier to smile on the side of all-time superiority than to make suggestions for changes! - You can consciously suspect traps who are seduced by the underworldly smell of gigs: nowhere's whims can be defended even more easily if the methods provided are taught! Someone upstairs is still having a great time…

The forgotten handshake is already embarrassingly serious; as the imprint of chalk-faced faces will you be an aggressor, or perhaps a conciliator who will redeem your loved ones?! Conscious fear runs through the rails of your laid soul! The effort to get there is everywhere! A family home may not be waiting for who really deserves it! Everyone stops near the top of their careers if there is no broker or protégé behind them! Confidence can also be gained with insufficient professional qualifications!
 
What makes a man of shipwrecked spirits disappointing and wild is the prediction of ****! Fashionable idiocy, which, like a good thing, sticks to the human character and leaves a pimple behind as a cold! - Chirping nymphs, flirting with prostitutes as flirting prostitutes, while having a solarium pass instead of a mind! Fallen prophets, as a rigid rule, tend to flee from wolf laws; the Vibrant hits the exposed concretes of firewalls!
 
In the throbbing glands, the vigor arises; phlegm disguised as help Promise! A crisis that replaces ambiguity; awareness is roaring among sizzling critics! The double cordon raises an objection if you really want to know others! Kushadnia wonder why in every Age a person should be, who is average?! The child of flattening compulsions is back! In the vegetation below, everyone is scratching and flattening their own benefit and there can be no more procrastination; what kind of pathetic over-regulation binds us to the Present, in which the living is forced to bribe ?!
 
It is always a surprise to snag a bump! "The temporary throbbing is tired once I have the ingrained fear in me!

Between four walls, the whispering moonlight tattooed monster figures in my heart! From him I am so difficult and often speechless! Filled to the brim with the words of the Prophet, I deliberately trip myself from the pitfalls of obstacles! In my entrenched loneliness, I often associate with my memories! The eternal Child who could have stayed seems like a split mind! Defend and indict everywhere! The world has extended above my head! my true face would donate to the immortal Beloved with the true pearls shattered into many pieces!
 
There is an eccentric smile and a quiet song! Between the cages of my ribs, the pulsating throbbing of the World can be heard crystal clear! The broken tidal wave rumbles in the place of my heart attack and I am often afraid to live and hope! It is unbearable for people to often become more phlegmatic! "Perhaps it would have been better if I had made a separate emergency exit while there was still room to escape!" Celeb centrifuges to be vomited to fainting in feline-mouse ***** of V.I.P. party faces; as if this Age were constantly experimenting with those who have a dot of hazelnuts in place of their brains!
 
Many are just vulnerable puppets in a sphere of crosshairs! Renegade self-pity is already captured; The philosophies of death circle and often threaten! Above all chance, webs of secret connections float; scratching the wounds of the earth who really wants to plow! With the burdens of the world on my wing-shouldered shoulders, with the smile of posterity! I can't bathe in the shower of lukewarm rays, the cell grids are richly needed to shock me with a sure mind!
 
As a flock, this present society can be captured and driven at any time; As a shepherd of the stars, it would be good to endure more tolerances and humiliations

I would like to jump over my own shadow so that not only can I follow you as a faithful friend, but also have the courage to reconcile with the childish part of my being; there are never-ever, simplified rules for shadowlessness! As a newborn with vigilant interest, it would be good to look around lean indeed; how many times has sober hope bypassed our conscious presence? Always just promising impartiality in return! Maybe the magic of the rose-fingered dawn isn't enough to ignite the Soul?! And yet many would do better to cling to the hypocrisy of their dreams while rejoicing in the new ideas of discovery!
 
Even at the zero level of lust for action proves who was booked as a scapegoat! Is the American idea of life already a sinful pleasure? Every **** can be a landslide, and the never-faith phlegmatism of a careerist will! This is how the only career silhouette floats before our eyes: trampling even those who can! He who accepts the life of the envelope deliberately cuts a tree under himself and lets go of his dreams! He reluctantly jumps into a self-created abyss! - The naive couples of chocolate jumping into nymphic wells one after the other will imagine that the big world is built for them alone: childish fall again and again!
 
There may be a relentless little chance of a normally agreed life today! As a mad machinist, we are being chased into a haven of demanding suicides who have been called cowards! Already every enchanting look is a chessboard pattern: it changes your face according to serviceable cheat interests! - The cubes have long been rotating; an insidious flirtation with a perfect haze is still listening, waiting to strike.

Now, as if he was driving a wind, cloudy clouds jump over and down with a brief grasshopper. It is as if he were a prisoner of time, which he had never let go, but many times he is in prison if he doesn't pay attention enough, or his ever-acting attention is wandering away.

All prisoners of the age of the modern mass man are to avoid this temporary fact -at least for the time They like it.

Gigantic lottery game that -involuntarily -is now involved, and although he has long been aware that he should have left the cheap chase of small -children's dreams, but no one is so cheap that he even tells himself - Although nothing is excluded nowadays.

The eternal one of the Nesse was always followed by a shadow; With a broken cheap momentum, he finished another telling card circle because he was eagerly chasing the momentary reputation, buying happiness, ownable economy, even though he knew it was no use, because it was just a silent voice without a sheet of emptying!

This is how it slowly becomes the practical action of persecuted minds of everyday cheap-elementary commercial days.

Our pitiful pit sins, which are beginning to spawn, should be immersed in sobering, snow-white light! I should definitely condense the emotions of amok runs into broken parts of moments! I deliberately stray from the already massive, pop-culture collection of butterflies, and when no one can count on it, I return to the throbbing petals of lady-hearts as a Hermit who sees childish wishes! My towel, which is temporarily spread out, replaces the soft pillow under my neck! "Sleepless Lethe-sleep would require a whisper in the shadow of troubled nights," my aging shingles have all been wiped out! In vain would I ask the shadows lurking under eaves, encouragingly, who is his son-calf?!
 
Many already give themselves up lightly just so they can be at the forefront of sniffing gravity! Prohibition trees advertise an easy-to-implement luxury standard; fertility and prosperity! "You can never find peace among the remnants of someone who was born restless!" Everyone is already counted with officially configured digital devices! Surely scanners would search in vain to find a place they wouldn't find anyway! In my old and new age, everyone has an entrance, but I should knock! Only my orphaned heartbeat could remain; I have always lacked the underworld calm of my petty creature!
 
I didn't spy on fresh chicken meat with a spy invention! The little boy's danger of falling was written on my half-naked face! I have learned to reveal myself’s personal self is never free because there is always a constant risk of major injuries! For more delicious laurels, the jerky gingerbreads of *** generations will even go to your lap! In their insidious board game, the protein of their betraying teeth kills killerly! Where can the Dear be, who will hold my hands left alone?!

Hallo! "Once the angel has made sense of existence again, now he's just sleeping still!" "Is it you again ?! Where are you talking from Why don't you visit ?! I haven't seen the gamma rays of your immortal chestnut eyes that have been blinded for so long! ”

Just not because of your selfish husband? Are you a free and independent lady and woman, and are you still just tolerant of the word of arbitrariness deciding for you ?! "That's not how I appreciate Loyalty!" You remember?

I remained faithful to my murderously honest word, but inside you something mysterious could be broken… To listen with my ears richly hearing in your cells to my fragile heartbeat and the raging despair within me! - It must be too windy

I was whimsical to you, did you find it? If only you could know that in every hidden word-bush like a fly in wine, I beat you in a symphony of serenades and you always shone! But righteousness came over the souls of the two of us: The bittersweet bread and the black soup came!

You know, I wasn't able to lie to you because you deserve the absolute truth - Now tell me, where are you talking from? ,, You're already telling me to get off me! Knock it down, OK! ” "And your voice is hurting, stabbing, hurting like the razor teeth of the harming Kharübdis, hyenas." Then let’s ask ourselves the unanswered: Why can’t we just be really friends?

Because he secretly tears it apart, secretly tears apart something in them, broken apart… The double combination of the Universe is still rampant in them, throbbing! You let it go easily! Come to your senses!

There was something elusive in you! Faded chubby face with hamster arch in crystals! Sure! I was trying to put you out of a pyramid of old-fashioned laughing wrinkles. Towels fluttered like a hanging flag of surrender. Where is your deer-eyed angel who promised the universe in return if you redeemed it - and now neither word nor speech has suddenly left you as a camphor ?!

And where is your cranky, restless lover who sinned along with sand grains? The universal message of orphaned immortality and the romance of our kisses came with it! "Something unspeakable primordial matter, a secret cell-cathedral, has burned in you: Proclaiming a long-standing Order as a yawning ruin, and now you're pondering one thing and another: down in yourself - why don't you still find the answers?"

Shaggy forest eyebrows are still covering you with more and more hesitantly vulnerable tears - not sure how long? In addition to the dazed copy of your face, toiletries and toiletries are impatient: A shower rose will send you life-giving pearls! Just always listen inwards!

Always straight and between your two seeing eyes: The interior will become enlightened, and perhaps he hopes for salvation on a strained retina. In your hall pits, sharp blood vessels, twilight craters swell, swell due to lengthy strains! “I woke up to crypt ditches — in vain the dawn of dawn; he peeked in and woke up again in mischievous ways.

The ridge stretched like a giant, panting giant!

Because wherever you look today, you can see the party ****** of beggar-lived, petty oligarchs, half-God snobs, diva-bachans! Unceasingly suspicious of the sudden coming of flashing fame, glaring flashes gossip-bang! Deafened depths reign in the home of our rainbow retinas under the forehead, as they can only notice the riches of appearances, the advertisers of luxury lifestyle tricks, whose billions of ringing music are just vile change!
 
From the everyday stories of despised mob prophecies, an eccentric miracle beetle is selected by the grinding media machine, and boldly believed to be by the rings of proud lies; a valuable link for human species! The tense of lingering promises can be the word-jokes of lowly jealousy and hatred hidden in preaching voices, appointed innocent! In the lap of the much-suspected Underworlds, a slender, little minute-human blue room is created every day! In snoring vulture-eye cavities, cheerfully stirling-flirting eye-***** are watching! We consciously strive for the increasingly familiar emptiness!
 
Because we are becoming more and more indifferent to each other, which almost hurts in alarm! When we can look at ourselves, we remember and return at the same time! In sly smiles, we raise walls of temper against each other; in everyone doubled Heart beats, they just forget to “some” listen to his word! - Self-propelled shadow also falls into strands of light in intimate harmony - if you experience it! As Siamese twins, they cling to each other many times Past and Present! Maybe we’ve always wanted to be better than our own humiliated, false self-roles yesterday

He suspects he had long since killed, greedily stopped himself in silence and knew he could no longer remain among men; It is destined to be a Hermit that preserves its solitude and there could be no other way but loss! In the palm of his hand, the parted handshake froze between his Marshian furs and he could not fall on the neck of the Beloved of the Universe!
 
He felt the life of pity driven into exile tremble because he was buzzing with a swaying, stigma-wounded, fierce fever! He didn't even know how long he was waiting, useless, stumbling on another sounding Promises and clinging to honest words - he did for a long time: He waited for Nothing while he could turn his back or mosquito for the sake of the world!
 
He woke up cursed, comatose; many times he said a hopeless Judgment over himself: No more! Like an old pain glowing scar panting in his body - Even among humans, like leprosy, he rarely dared! Konok and the apostate Age would have kept the renewed hope, he often pondered himself and preached out loud: I had had enough of everything and I would resign!
 
Being burdened His shoulders with sisyphus-rock loads on a daily basis, and thus He became more and more crusted, shrunken, and unyielding! He has been a scapegoat since he was born and yet an eternal Adolescent Rebel; his enemies who interrogated him knew this too — and when the End came he thought he thought his life was complete and still realized in childish wonder: How much could he not do!
 
The fireflies of lights hid in his sparkling eyes - He would have been a Man because he had sinned vulnerable!

Every partying party gives birth to a fanatical bachanalia! Dip their juicy stomachs into the liquid rivers of hysterical canary warblers, collagen kittens and chocolates carved with round, shaped figures and let them be immersed in lustful pleasure. If pounding belief proves to be a burden, and the fate that can be taken over, will force the babysitters into handcuffs, they will soon exchange their emotions and the ******* will be made vulnerable by love!
 
Carrying the One-Choice in the Loyalty Hall of Hearts is still harder than going to bed with cultured stallions in a variety of ways every day! Fairy person s and commonplace furies in one person are also prima donna; friendly-acquaintance phrases are only offered to break-up businessmen or bored billionaires!
 
Whose heart is a donor, an invaluable treasure like a coral island forced to exist in the interest-driven jungles of big cities! Life cannot provide its own coniferous plans if the other does not dare! The idea of goodness is revealed today instead of helping us in it! In a self-destructive closed-shell, one can only remain oneself until he listens to the Deficiency! Fracture symmetry is also increasingly lacking due to formal deficiencies!
 
The selfishly terrified person seems unprotected! - It is difficult for the profiteers to transfer to the secret frequency of human wavelengths! Exaggerated, confidential contacts can further damage the wise experience!

Inexhaustible is growing in me your fear! I build a skeleton in my mind for every bagatelle nothingness! I am inexhaustible in me dwarf despair, unbearable dread! The fingers holding accusations to the Present are already pointing at me; my lion doubts are inexhaustible in me too - carving square signs on the mounds of the universe of the twilight, ghost midnight pillows…
 
In my soul I carry a little boy dissected for his memories; chubby, feverish grimaces on his feverish face! I hesitate to drop star ***** of tears! The Happiness you find may not even be reserved for me! I can't watch limelight's chirping babes anymore because I immediately capture my explosive temper! Pawnshops give laurels a five-minute reputation: intentional jerky free-mouths scare you to death!
 
Everyone prefers a thick mask of indifference to phlegm; I'm running on my back! All those who once stood up for their individual beliefs turned into an empty-eyed, canal-shaped, massed tadpole population! Pain also divides understanding sounds into Judas chalices! The events that have taken place look like black unopened baskets: instead of surprises, they give birth to an inherited complaint, unintelligible quarrels!
 
I am a heart with a shadow of pain: whoever knows me honestly can know his confidence I measure his humanity! Everything is out of control! The responsibility that People would have to glaze apologetic words settles as excuses! Milky-toothed wolves squeal and tear the incomprehensible ramparts around themselves

Now the sky itself cherishes more and more gloomy, sour cream *****, cotton candy clouds. Chubby angels - just as the sun’s rays run away from this non-existent time, they flee. I research and discover my literacy as an ant-taught self-taught self,

I often get a rash from schedule, longing for pennies - because what I want and what I can get is in many cases lost or sold out! You can survive! Number, if you can, just takes a breath of stuck sentences and stutters. I am a liar if I betray my heart! Existence now comes with a meager breadwinner - I’m a returning, survivable hedgehog again,

and if it's an invoice, or just a check when it comes - the intellect can't do anything else: Divide and, if necessary, break the law, cursing and suing my mind for money set aside and the suspiciously thin poems of my favorite contemporaries - the library ticket is only for students s discount for pensioners:

With our mortal lives, we are dwindling with restless, restless nerves day by day! Although in other forms, compromise and palalization are hidden - the Essence does not change, and it is the same! It grinds our meat bone-to-bone and devours it for a little hunger, free chewy munches and coffees:

Because a decent wage is only for the craftsmanship - we dug beautiful graves for liberating, beautiful hopes, so that we might bury our remaining dreams and wasted opportunities for good! In many cases, dawn is found in the worker: Sitting on a chair, the sleeping one still dreams bitterly…

A self-grinding thought of a hesitant train at night; only the Heart can guess the eternal secrets! He clings to the infinite desire of the Universe in hopes of kissing, and the desire for a sparkling phenomenon dissipates in the sadness of Finality! We are full of Eternity and as a pure contradiction we lie to ourselves! The blade edge of Kanganó Time boldly cuts off its possibilities for aspirants, and in the crossfires of lost gazes you will find the only precious Treasure hard to find!
 
Even so, our existence is a flutter of fire, a creation of fire-flame; we want to rise and rescue from the ground with will! In extended tranquility, it would be so good to relax even to slip into endless seas! I would accustom my heart to joy if I still had, and if my friends, who believed me eternal, could stay by my side in my difficult times! On the collapsing wall of Being and non-being hangs the renewing Being by the swirling Nihil-nothing; where will the coffees of Grace stay then ?! Frozen Solitude as melted darkness settles on the inner self to proliferate the Apocalpic culture!  
You should learn to trust again in a rainbow of joy! The feasible could still be dreamed back into the waves of reverie, and in the immeasurable night the broken Plans can only be understood by your immortal Beloved as a nurse wishing to rock! You would be wondering more and more about the holy moment for Someone to be saved from this earthly hell where you have always been left with a pathetic shipwreck! Don't let Maya's veil tempt you once and for all and bring her to death

Where will you hide if the iron hands of raging gorillas get stuck in grabs and you break out of this time forever because there will be no one next to you ?! What kind of Soul pulsation, lost drum can drift anyway? Which of your face shadows is soaking in the water of haunting nights? Are you constantly terrified that the danger is complimenting you in your uncertain world ?! "There's no ringing in the firewall of hell for the eternal losers!" Your body orbits in a dream bay like a mutilated planetary continent, and when the spikes of insidious thorn bushes pinch, even the Angels laugh!
 
You know, a calculated moment of loss can surround you at any moment and devour your wounded Soul! You should look for your Underground Sun radiating within you even more boldly! The unreal in the Present amazes you! Ever since I feared the Cassandras-Report; you can't hide anywhere with your merciful gaze! Phantom pain throbs on the cochlea of my throat and in the headwinds, Fate! "The cheap little world becomes a *******!"
 
In Adam's costume, I would honestly stand before the Beloved: Would you accept ?! The molecular gates of besieged Eden should not be taken possession of as a colony of cheap wars! Your dreams are spurred daily to return to the ruthless reality with caracan! We mirror by blurred in black and white! Your bamboo hand worships knives when you bite into the Universe! You know: in the face of the very Hyenas Age, the "no more" instinct is in check! - Your faithful items will be waiting for you when everyone else has left.

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.

Even a sharp-roaring cold can’t fall well; Your ***** of true pearls will stick to the veins of your flaming face like a red apple and will smash and knock when they hit the ground! He would sniff high up, gasping for mountain air a little cleaner, preservable, like an asthmatic! Your confidence erupts in your wounded petal soul; your selfish life is nailed to a chair or table; you are starting to get used to it gradually: you can't be right either. They'll knock down your worn-out taxi clock!
 
What a killing, lousy slap in Life! And maybe for "some" it's the leader, because that's all there is left! Holy indifference already envelops you as a restraining force! The Present is creeping and twisting with Angola! And everyone hides back into their own flesh when they humble themselves! Depth and Height are already nesting there in everyone! A mysterious intuition of prophecy is often torn out of non-existence; decisions are forced out by the Word of Traitor! In your shivering smile, you may know yourself when the snow falls!
 
Your introverted loneliness is also becoming more Stone Age; your soul is constantly hypersensitive Irish on a barely known chessboard! The restless, curious child inside rubs the purple petal of your heart! With an open mind, you would welcome everyone to be your sincere Friends, but you are already going to the wall from the corinates of jerks! - You expose yourself to the fact that by listening to the solid vases and the rattling of fragments of memory, which are emptied of your past deprived life, you are still listening.

Now even chimneys paint the dense hairdresser at night: The bearded chimneys of the houses ping the skirts of the pearl stars. The death of golden trees has long since been sacrificed: Now in contemplation, to see and unravel meditative connections would come! Maybe they can unravel the mysteries of the Gordian knots? - Not by many simple cuts, as the Macedonian ruler did in one fell swoop,

but with reasonable s scientific reasoning if necessary! "Every summer midnight, the balmy stuffiness of Time, dripping on me like a thick molasses, yet I waited, waited, and held myself, killer-hardened, breath-suppressed, that your beautiful eyes, far and wide, trained in brown flame, were waiting for me alone!"

My attention and trust in you grew richly with my patience day by day! I didn't want a cocky roar because of you: I got out of your love carousel on a voluntary basis, to which you just replied, "It was a good joke!" - I wanted the treasure of my existence, and you are a part, an inner cell molecule, which, like the transporting glass bubble, transports the life-giving oxygen beads patiently, understandingly

yet with ant diligence in the order of my prison body! The World can now wrestle in vulnerable hibernation — and, like me, it exists alone, it exists, it has remained in captivity! Every single day, I facilitated our immortal, eternal, co-spent minutes, and I secretly hoped so - foolishly, you do the following: Sometimes, when I still remember you send me an email with great grace,

and if your heart can still feel me, you ask, "How are you?" "Thank you, I'm fine for now, I'm fine," though he treads on my every day, bleeding the knowledge that you can't be with me!

Who else remembers the faithful, friendly handshake, which we used to give each other a gift of each other as the pledge of possible adult lives?! Next to our eyes, the raven-born, attractive little hind legs are trembling, while our thinning hair, which began to be bald, testifies to decades of turning reversal.

In the harbor of the sea bays, Lorelalay fairy shape, unfolds his long hair, on which the water drops are still trembling as the pearls of real beads, and his superstitious gaze still says, "Don't be afraid of anything! I will save from all the Galad -Komis troubles that this traitorous world will deliver to us!

This is how the exclusion of conscious loneliness was once; When we thought we were eternal childish, adolescent, that the so-called. Absolute adults can never speak anymore because it does not belong to them. And while the soft heads were overgrown, and some of their children were born, somewhere that little man had a far away, and on the jersey of the cooked weekdays, fearful, we can hear his child -mouthed intellect.

The deeply hidden silent man was unexpectedly knocked, and while he was hesitant, we were stuck on the chessboard of the capitalized life: that we should go where we should go or just happen to be happy and happy.

Surely no one knows anymore that in my eyes, in the form of abundantly flowing streams, the flood has broken its way many times. That I was bitterly annihilated and put my little love memories underground! No one already knows where my untouchable paradise and the eternal gate of my heart have been: Prison bars are surrounded by martyrs of stalks of rosehips and are spreading richly!

Autumn dewy and mystical mist is now this earth, and in the extinct apocalyptic puddles floats on the surface of suicidal tears the lucky ones who live up there have long since moved, and only loneliness cries, still at night. Where skeletal branches vibrate trembling and shiver every sober Estonian

dictating human brain. But perhaps nothing has been lost yet, and it is not so easy to forget a busy hope that can confidently create Tomorrow during the day! "But the happier, happier minutes as trout wings immediately fell into the throats of depths!" "I can see the sunlight getting pale now!"

And the fleeing memories keep moving away from me, running. Anyway: Surely no one knows anymore how long it was, and it was bitterly difficult every day! With the consciousness of those sentenced to death, roaring on the edge of the schoolyard and when no one saw spit humility, kneeling down, rhyming for a chance to: it was enough of a series of beatings, tangles, tossing Morality into the mud! "No one asked, 'Can you help me?' - that instead of judgmental struggles, the universal humanism of peace should have been explored.

Cleansing fire in the home of falling tears; they have long ignited the sand of Being! Betrayed Butterfly Mothers Rarely Remember Universe Kisses! The moment of Heaven was anxious, when the ancient-confidential secrets of two bodies were revealed to each other by adolescent hearts! They understood their own happiness alone depends on themselves! Because all doomsday and loneliness depend uncertainly on a rope dance, it is a march towards the future! As a serene earth runner, he carries his unknown pawn, humiliating something broken in order!
 
Saturated with fear, the solitude of Calvary always chased me further and further into the cauldron of pitching shadows! "Lightning claw chisels injure the darkening linen of the sky like a tickling horror!" I close my eyes quickly and I don't know if the temptation of the afterlife can call me from there, or who could have stayed here while still struggling?! With the use of memories, is it possible to overcome the hardships of everyday lakes?
 
I’m still on guard: between apostate, boyish sorrows and insane despair! The ring of skinny fingers curved to zero already lacks all understanding handshakes! Granting formula for grants! I would love to appreciate earthly love if this current sensationalist, vile age, would once again appreciate the gavaller gestures of my chivalry! Every cherry's masquerade and columnar saint is already a executioner; ticking assassin, whose commodity, cheap trophy of the female superstitious body!
 
From the atrium of swollen *******, in a volcanic wave of fur lips, when can a heart become a lover? Can the Hesperids, trained in virginity, give birth to monsters?! - A luminous soul is still raging in me and waiting for Someone…

The off-line state of inhumanity follows! The silly era of toast shame is long gone! In the depths of every gaze spiced with enchanting exoticism, the tempting profit-seeking is curiously alert! Celebrity-infested retinas are now covered in a thick cataract: Spectacular charity is just fashion in front of the screens! Flirtatious cyber-droids, collegiate diva queens give each other V.I.P. parties on the corner of crowded, fluffy fork districts and rags with milk thrive everywhere!
 
Pacemaker performs a digital countdown no matter how many times the Live One clings to his throbbing heartbeat with all his efforts! Even in constant ******, we can no longer be completely self-centered and ostentatious to the core! “Self-seeking, fleeing queens enjoy the public life of shop windows while not even noticing: they have become public prostitutes with the promises of prosperity! Even in the plasticized vibrations of faces that can be predicted over time, we cannot safely navigate and recognize the essence of a child's party, who was once protected by a guarding-protecting, caring conscience!
 
In Kripa-larval gazes, the twilight darkness fits just as well as the gaps in the gaps left behind! Even a burning forgotten lamp; star myriads are scattered superstitiously by the human eye, while the inner values of the other are finally found! For the last time, we could embrace proud shores built from our memories to feel like we were once Humans and not just acting, pathetic wrecks! "As if everyone had pathetically forgotten where he came from and his bitter struggle, which it all involved."

You have to stay inside, strive for the right. Turning to ourselves, we still need to know, believe, and hope: Deliberately conceal the hidden sufferings and secrets of humans to more vulnerable souls who, with understanding, can go on another string. Over the years, striped Adam costumes have been covered with a bunch of hair bundles, and the Heart is throbbing confidently and discreetly among the gray strands that hide here and there!

- Inside ourselves as a groping mole, like under the extended hats of vulnerable hedgehogs and mushrooms, in search of nourishing insect-arthropod delicacies! All will! It binds to itself like hardened concrete, wounds like velvet stubble,

- we feel crushed, sized and broken under the weight of responsibility, broomstick eyelashes, a wardrobe of barbed wire: Watching hands beg for unbelievable opportunities!

- Yourself Faith: Yourself Existence Or Or Breathe Like A Natural Formation From The Harmonic Crossing Of Biologies - It's never too late to find it again! You must not lose - inside your broken pots - if you can rebuild, even in the last line of battle, to go forward against the savage, squeaky hatching of bullets, but with the ignorant herds of sheep not raised, but in cover, even by outlaws !

The Great Bottle: A Reflection of Our Conscience Often - It Happens To Be Blooded, Often Rips: We Can Leave Our Adam Costume - Believes The Equalized Equation Of Our Birth, Crisp On Our Bones, And Tense: Our Weakness Concentrates! We are silent, incorruptible Ancient nature will not have mercy now - we are stumbling across the thorns of vulnerable human taunts - and Man, if done well

not only will the memory of his earthly life be merciful to him, but his creative charisma can be realized under the creative hands!

I relied on my self-pity, my spasmodic despair, my rigid hesitation. I went to cover in front of all-seeing eyes, behind the stinky and contagious clouds of toilets, to the homeland of sticky dirt! I understood the solitude of the chipses bags crouching on the ground, the silent boycott of shrunken cola bottles: when I was a sick little child, I didn't want to get out of the cherishing shelter of beds!

The toilet, the dirt, the dirt, the filthy swear words together as a sworn enemy against me, none would have helped: ,, Fear not! Keep your head up! Go further! - I can guarantee it; was the skewering action of the innocent, our main catch. I am a loser adolescent! I can count on my doubts, I dream in the silence that carries the Universe - my cell room is silent, lousy-cold!

"How did the tormenting whips let the sufferer live for a while?" - Come on, come on! Vengeful, stubborn hatred flashed richly from their hyena teeth, and they spat out like infected, and strangers used to! "I should wake up permanently from the Night of the Nightmares!"

Insanely, like crazy, I talk to myself, to myself! An orphaned gaze comforts me - on the cosmic bridge of stars in the throbbing night I imagine: And it doesn't come towards me no, it helps, just the sound of a squirrel cheers, comforts! Uninterrupted in my cogwheels: I don't see a forest of open air from proliferating thorn weeds, tarragon bushes!

And I'm afraid that Hope will only be temporarily bribed as a negotiated travel companion!

Waiting… The victim of this crouching animal, his juicy ***** trophy, is looking for his victim when he is about to attack. My Room Island is orphaned, I am exploring the causes of the Universe and possible answers! A clumsy, overly curious knock on my faded window, and now, like a buzzing condemnation circle above my head! "I was hurrying over his protective arms, gently letting go of the swan's silk skin," with insane patience and secret blind faith. With stupid naivety, I had to believe that I still have time. Happy to crouch,

I was able to escape in the city which became ruin and which was deserted. I lay in my bed in the depths of hugging mattresses, cuddling pillows and gradually stuffed my head like suicides on a long journey that is sure to be no return! I wanted a home-made, loving heart that was fluttering

in the storms, the calmly waving ark of the One, who convinced himself of the ugly truth - He was the True: I would have demanded the loyalty of kisses as a true right - the tears of the dew are borne daily!

Every day I feel closer and closer to the suffocating Anti-grip: I can hardly see anyone coming; who shakes, who goes out - bun with tulips wreaths ***** girl's heart is already purring in her husband's chest! - Deer-eyed, ***'s vulnerability caught me and didn't let me down like a child painted with a twilight

I cried for his lips: I was writhing in self-pity, and the ghenna-spines of incomprehension daily damaged my soul! - With the smothering of stars stifling the night! A ******* male overlooks the dream-like landscape, still waiting for the meaning of foolish fried pigeons. - Be aware that the Holiness of the True Word is an obligation to advertise

Silk bells in a snow-white tulle skirt - crater hats, white glowing tongues on the altars of their chalices.
In their fragility, even themselves are innocent and victims! Do caring or barbarian hands tear down the altar pistils of their fragility?

They close jealously, silently-hesitantly like cocoons, butterfly puppet figures, and greet the bleeding wounds of dawn with tears. - and even between so many intolerable and intolerable unhappiness to soothe our noses in their so good honey scent: hand in hand; On Mother's Day, we receive and give pearls and faithful diamonds for caring sacrifice!

An innocent Ladybug dances in the ringed lap of their chalices - I remember now a hazel-eyed girl: a kid jumping easily in the captivity of untamed mountains

that this piciny s protective flower is just us; he clings with his fragile swan arms in a fertile earth palm while transmitting to us the wings of our transience! A snail dropped on a dewy blade of grass, munching on nectar juices — the most difficult task he took on his back when he decided: You too would be carrying a single lifetime of silk petal fibers.

Like gorgeous, single-toothed fairies and goblins flew away. I will now preserve your eternal minutes, reward my mother with hand kisses, her innumerable, lion-caring cares! It is undeniable and unrecognizable that we say goodbye to every moment lived and meaningfully spent elt
A momentous, painful picture shines between our memories!

A valid domino principle is already fully valid in all cases! Good luck washing, all chirping taps are a good treat, a shaping that pushes each other into the back! The minute reputation of brilliance is never rushed by the fall of the Individual! It seems like a ten-minute, self-contained pall of a job interview repeated to the point of boredom! Dancer-comedian will hang your clown lace at an angle more easily if you know even the dog is not curious about his sensation! Who they like to see as an obsessive failure, a loser even from humanity - it could easily be that he wears every moral prime!
 
You did not intentionally commit the retaliatory principal sin! The classic case of overinsurance only applies to him! There’s always just the smell of ammonia from the sharper scandal smelling in the infected V.I.P air! My little boy chatter would be taken down immediately by the absolute adults! The nail-biting tactics of creative women lurk deep in their counting souls; more second fiddlers have never been needed just in this misguided time!
 
With a slender, superstitious body, he snakes from guy to guy until he gains the privileges of a carefree luxury lifestyle! Incorporated sources of error have always been easier to blame! The rider of exotic evenings is already every jampec fool: easy, overnight adventures forever knowing everything! The germs of immortal romance are dwindling! Why do Don Quixote's chubby face have the unwilling slap first? They go through a whole life as an orphaned victim! Only a few could know the Stars from the sky to lie down

Look! Someone cast stars from the naked eyes: In almond eyes, only two buttons were lit; two globes, falling comets. It was as if sweet emperor crumbs, rich peanut butter bread fragments had been swept off the sculptural face by the hand, which holds a broken vulnerability! Long intoxicating moments were attached to you and I thought the Universe was crazy - then upset. Foolishly, I let myself be led as a puppet, even though I should have just followed the higher law of emotion: The ancestral word of my heart!

Did you want us to talk? Honestly, clearly ?! "But there is a stenciled 'who feels'," somehow slipped the connecting clutch word, you stole the redemptive shelter among your other arms, while I just crawled after you like a hissing bear cub crying like a stanza, confessing my confession: I loved you!

My twist has just opened, because until then I had no idea you gave the intoxicating waterfall of your Eden kisses to someone else as a gift: Kiss, sanda eye-cathedrals - in the tiny lighthouse windows, tell only yourself? How could I have discovered the essence that guards your being in you? "Now one half of me is lame and helpless.

I don't even know if it will ever be? - with your furnished life, you are still only indebted and prodigal to me: I would honor your broken heart-promise to keep and bear witness to your future with your selfless generosity!

My feet are swaying to the extermination next to the bird-mountain, studded with the rivets of surgical scars, where the old forest once dreamed of an even fuller and calmer harmony, a happy fulfillment: At most a grumpy bush, if you look at me! Offended, pregnant Sisyphean gorge resumes their orphaned tears with offended clouds: Abandoned, heavenly continents. Twilight's red blood kiss is still haunted by a dying, pisla sundial!

Semi-rich pasture, half-built concrete Atlantis — plenty. I continue to walk and take my feet, the attention that has moved far away involuntarily wanders, and it hovers here and there in the shadows of pasts: I have seen a beautifully decorated celebratory girl. There was an immortal emotion on his red lips, like a ripe and irrevocable cherry!

But now, like me, the departing one is moving away, because he himself is certainly a conflict avoider - he looks at my beautifully, understandingly barren, magpie-legged face, the year rings of my suddenly silver-turned hair. The unfaithful lover, by saving himself, makes a bargain, betrays him.

And between the vague crossfires of exploratory glances, two pounding, innocent hearts dream of the risk of a rechargeable, earthly universe! - Twilight haze is still simmering and struggling on a soft hilltop; The time of the singing birds may have been sacrificed forever, and the beautified Time will not deceive either - but in the solid and uncompromising captivity of the valleys there, the immortal transcendence still remains patient, secretly longing for Someone!

Increasingly infecting handcuffs-whipping, self-determination, despot nonsense! The maps of the bachanalias raging among the ****** youth are already dwindling! Many muscular gorillas are spotted in gyms all day long and have stimulating testosterone bombs for breakfast! Sympathetic, dipotry cube-brain thinkers can’t even kick a ball on the side of beautifully slender bikini fairies! Intentional guilt can strike in self-deprived hearts if imperial macho gymnastics biceps would rather eat them!
 
All their futile efforts are draconian rules! This is why it has been a friendship for some time! It would have to be still arguing to quarrel with fog-eating views no matter how many blizzards are floated on innocents; between lizard faces and main roots, the Guardians are still vigilant! It takes courage to differentiate too! Incense burners virib in apostolic gurgling sun oils! Why does it exist that followers of action are always taught to be afraid?!
 
No one could have learned to build enough from the fog thoughts of  Nobody! "Where can the innocent defender of concentrated toughness run?" - Snapped moment: the most flattering brain-shrunken idiots are running shows in their pounded vests! An uplifting triad is also Babel's chaos only! What can a leather epidermis and rib basket cover?! After the depths of Bozot, she is groping early in her youth! The shameless Nemesis always wins and goes on the ****** of V.I.P parties! - The Who is trying to stay is preparing to leave the field.

I'm a sore bunch of meat in the tidy mess! I would wake up from the daze if I could - someone will always be by my side! My brain is constantly filled with disturbing memory; sparkling self-awareness can often help you come up with more ideas! - Transient nothingness in the night and yet where the deserved pleasure of the Universe can make a nest, the immortal moment elevates to itself! They are attacked by bitter cold winds and the cheerful sun heat only permeates their heart-smiles!
 
The plucked lashes of the wind wave my face with their icy breath; in the smoothing of its water, the cold lack of Being often shines! Does everyone who became eligible for Death at birth fatten Human Death as a cancer ?! - Even now it transforms Experience s Time; deep well stars are blinking in my eyes could only come Someone who really wants to get to know me! A frozen dawn is shaken by my confession: "Do I have to cry out to the depths to be taken seriously ?!"
 
The footprint of Loyalty-Sworn Loves can still be discovered in the ashes of rock blocks and snail shells! The shakiness of Finality torments you many times! In every waking dream I try my selfish Death; after tomorrow, no more laurels can be created for me, and the happiness that can be found does not drop its only petals for me either! One could already silence my anxiety that surrounded me on my apostate days; where neither star nor light penetrates the primordial bottom of my ignorance: when can I rise again so that I can learn to believe in myself ?!

Then the Night will come and if you don't take care of yourself, your feeling precious heart will turn into a gloomy darkness and bark! Your tense drumming on a pounding petal will not caress you for a living Angel's mouth, boiled into faithful kisses, and the mischievous touch of swan hands will not caress the labyrinth, complex yarn of your veins dancing with rope dancing! "The bloodthirsty Sun, proud and proud, runs above you like a hungry vampire, and people who promise roast pigeons a gift of pride when they fall ready to flee in the test of Honesty and lurk like shifty!" You should finally trust Someone, even if they are abusing the secrets of your acquaintance - even then!
 
You can know the Truth about yourself if you are justified, it is still by your side; reliable so hard! - In the useless, restless depths of human hearts, a murderous Silence spreads and lurks! "We cannot know Responsibility!" "Let the innocent scapegoats be punished for our sins." And his discarded existence was voluntarily offered as a column prey, it was destroyed for the benefit of others, and it became a recyclable flower ***! Like the dead before the ritual wash, the prisoners before the interrogation - you cannot sell selfish cones in your faithful heart! - You still have a stubble of flames loyal to you, a directional torch - as a new cellmate, you can't save the link compromise, because you have become a rogue, and you can be a bribe on your own, you can betray your vulnerability!
 
And who knows about himself that he has voluntarily lost by serving a higher and perhaps noble one - he feels: he cannot sink in vain

Unlimited opportunities can only be given to exceptional selections: free-thinkers need border peripheries! Their vigilance is still evidenced! The greedy, bribed world is becoming a fake Sign! Today, blind luck escapes everyone who once spoke a word and deed! More determined Celebecies always live with a guessable suspicion lawsuit! Passwords inflated over the law are also reduced to stupid legal collections! You can hardly smoke tamed ghosts today! Palm-operated, solarium sofas definitely require satisfaction! - Could it be that his stay has not yet revealed the protein of his teeth and who could not have been deceived by false prophetic words ?!
 
Who couldn’t legally sniff out a constantly festivaling, summer bankruptcy?! The squeaking of mice here is not yet a palace revolution! They practice silly cents for the graces of petty liars! The whole structure s Ladies grinning smile has been rotting for a long time! No trace is visible on the outside; every hairline crack looks familiar! Serve each other with big vests handles happy-unhappy! Deep in the depths of dark souls, a snarling-clicking snag swallows itself full of nets of lies!
 
I have nothing to do with intrusive yuckes and cheap Papagenas! They may have become accustomed to the custodians as volunteer messengers! Unofficial Colossians and kittens lick at season-ending golden galas; in the crossfire of Jupiter lanterns and dazzling spotlights spinning in a dance hall, there can rarely be an eccentric front man who would not proclaim his treadable truth! His honesty was deliberately omitted from the list of invitees.

Volatile is the greatest thing in Life, whether it’s cigarette smoke or a three-day Universe kiss! Beating heart muscles ran out of mood; every beat is stuck and slow because this rusnya World has drowned in cocoa! The stunted petals of flowers are caressed by selfish prostitution! Our dry emotions die in the silences of symphonies! The only antidote to gigolines curling women is the current cultural defiance! Prove human indispensability with unwavering faith! Present, in gorilla-brain bodies and in the hazelnut brain of bikini fairies, the taoed extent has increased!
 
The charm flirting with the gods would hardly affect anyone anymore! The "pig-headed lord" has become money again! "Whoever looks wolf-eyed at the monotonous fall must have been a little engaged to Death, and he has put an end to his own cowardice!" "As a man, he falls into the cavities of swirling ravines that he also has a responsibility!" It stretches like a delicate leech in the life-destroying annihilation! Their rotting, spread-legged, lustful-smart foreheads are all driving you towards the economical business! - Waving with suicidal laughter, none of them break towards new-normalcy!
 
Winking invites those who make a lot of mistakes to a coup! Clinging to the crumbling fence cages of finite democracies is the second ordinary citizen who dreams of America! A dazzled, deliberately deceived, imperial market: whoever has more relational influence can rightly override the diminutive things of life with arbitrary despot rights! "I should take care of the petals of stolen, sorted roses, not tear them off like wild beasts."

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

You said you knew me! Just look boldly at my humble abode: With the gradual orderliness and cleanliness arranged, you can't find any clues that I can sometimes speak to myself my vocal cords, a secret, inner room, with a strange mutter! My manuscripts and my mother can know my fleeting fads, my laughable rhymes - but only my mother knows me! A disciplined army of my folded feathers standing guarding may know the furry forest, the jungle bushes of my chunky hands, but really even they couldn't solve the eternal mystery about me: Why am I thirsting for loneliness, loneliness condemned to fertility?

Even so, I still like the shady sides of incognito, and despite my great hall, I avoid being noticed! I am still researching, discovering in myself the essence and content that I thought was led away, but my inner being is the constant doubt and despair itself!

I have countless secrets! I'm a survivor! The ancient hiding place, whose survival has become survival at all costs! Therefore, how can anyone imagine that he could have seen me without a thorough mapping of the inner soul-hall? "So next time I can only afford someone who has no back, sneaky intent,"

and it can't be - but whose mind is more understanding and whose heart is nobler when it beats, and who accepts my stupidly mature blunders, my little boy's dreads, half-truths! “Even in my heart, his hopeless troubadour, romantic son-in-law is hiding.

We should now tighten the gauntlet of marcona, thundering courage. All of us, like the blindfolded blind, are deliberately stuck in the gaping gloom.

Who would work in the pissy dawn of day, can't the unfortunate - God forbid - reach the meagre farthing for a pittance. Treading, among crawling roots, among underworldly terrors. On us every petty, telltale movement is now tightened.

And so the community called civilized, sluggishly dull and stagnant. Our lives, if we hang in the swamp of indifference in the air of tesped uncertainty as unworthy victims, hanging silently until the next tweaked relief.

Yet we feel our yarrow-life bliss among the hidden career beds, camouflaged ceda-romantics - making us Ariadne's thread of Existence the thudding beats of our hesitant hearts.

The greed for money demands our clarity, ever more violently. We might as well dream the American dream if we could - let us not yet stake our only life on these coveted, pink syrupy, temporary dreams.

It is not good for something to be right or final merely for material gain. Above the sinking souls there must be a winged angel to redeem and protect the light that shines with fragmentary light.

We do not deliberately ask for spikes of power that can be hurled at us. Let the gains of treachery be left to those for whom everything and everyone was but a petty plaything, and who are now all sons and servants of No Man! In defence of the feared Existence, it would be well to look within ourselves one last time!

Sleepless Night splashes of Light; in a haunting lunar world, a little boy swells with tears! The silent pearl drop of rays sticks to his face! In his troubled soul, Angel marvels and hesitates over the mortalities of the present World! The lush mane of wise trees still boldly hides the darkness, but there will be a time when the ****** parental hand will create a space shortage around you again! The fish-stepped Twilight also knocks the rusty canal to the chattering word of falling dew, while re-mixing with the juices of the life-giving earth!
 
As a familiar, familiar friend, Sorrow greets me with sorrow; the driving force of my pessimism! And if it weren’t for the wounded consciousness in my self, perhaps the happiness found in me would come out too! The melting mood of the evening is haunted by horrors; rest hesitant, my boyish soul rocking in foam foams Cheerful Universe kisses when wake me up ?! My slowly aging lonely Pygmalion face wipes away the cautious laughter! "What is happening here today cannot be enough to bring life-giving, gentle tears!"
 
The fever was still dancing in wanton-rogue's eyes and I had to explain the firm laws of Humanity again and again to the deaf ears that had stopped! Human hearts and talkative eye-stars are now lurking! The insidious, little-style rats of Time are running around us on kangaroos! And the orphaned Spirit already attracts like a starving pooch! The seemed Time scared consolation! Rib-crushing passions are still raging in me; I have yet to see that trial-and-error hearts of hero-loving hearts of Bliss fail! "We couldn't stay true to ourselves enough!" My tired heart still watches and guards the intoxication of Despair…

In the furrows of the foreheads, unexpected problems and troubles are now settled; The hopes that were believed to be missed would still be so good to get back from the whirlwind of the sea. The dark rags of the overwhelmed nights, like the tangled amber, unexpectedly wrap the body and soul's complex instinct molecules, which are absorbed and can be integrated into the cells of the cells.

In the midst of increasingly difficult overtime on weekdays, they ventilate their tasteful, swearing sieves from motorists when they are late or are sitting in the rush of traffic jams.

In our world -wide anxiety, why can we feel that everything and everyone is for sale, bribed, or just emotions swap and falsify at the same time?! Human-wreckage offspring, even inverted roots, sprinkled or even scapied from wet drained lands-there is no new blood vessel length, in which man himself can only be transit.

Nowadays, it is not good to be a lot of slit, after all, puzzles guarding secrets can be ashamed of the universe or love-believing love with enigma-level Morse signs; Why do you have to drag on a rope like the vulnerable stray souls with the delicious diva ladies, consuming angels?! Soaked eyelashes are dripping like dark, tattooed ditches, while confetti-racks sprinkle a small bargain.

Between artistically composed gorgo heads and centaurs, they can look less and less in the way of humans; It is unbearable, not-deserved, useless, superficial applause for the ugly, fornica!

An alarming and curious era of restless surprises is coming! Cultured Alpha males, pampered, solarium bomb-goddesses suffer from their self-indulgent exhibitionism and are thus already depressed and determined on the meaningless treadmill of the same existence! “Stretching, embarrassing loneliness came to us uninvited, like the exiled Stranger: human maturity could hardly tame jerks in a killer-phlegm manner!
 
A cultured minority was preparing for a serious speech to surprise itself: slowed down, deliberate reflections can no longer be trusted! The exploitable essence of conscious career building has kneaded a new mask from grimacing grimaces on the faces of chirping kittens! Instead of joining forces to finally get rid of the greedy longing - indifference — they let themselves be bribed to sell them out for a desire for a better life! Comfortable holding could rarely attack in indefinite states! Even the words of beauty are already circulating! and even heart-pounding lies to each other! They couldn't reach the wounded and delayed moment!
 
A dripping rain sparkles the offended eye as he looks into the memories of the transient! Many remain superficial on the surface with willful intent! In their tiny, tingling optic nerve, they would not be able to find the Essence and feel it with will! Chills in hibernation are also self-love and an exaggerated, deformed body image cult, which is preferred by nowadays! - You can already know from human eyes: they are cheating and they are cheating! - Our hopes are also reduced to lovely butterflies! It seems, in every matter of consideration, hyena-smiles rooted in the world, a phlegm-hatred, a killer-interest thought

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?!

In the cemetery trenches of eye pits, prodigal dreams line up; mourning each other every day! Dripping crater tears, like clotted blood droplets, are still wasting halfway between the grids of wrinkles and they don't know where and where they're going ?!
 
The undeserved Present: We are enslaved to our heads as ozone hole brains in the form of guard-protectors. The curse of reality is forever on our hands: the prisoner-handcuff! Our senses go out to a solidified light as a whistling baggage! Staring looting eyes cherish empty nights Cosmos canvases v
 
If we could still switch back to the roots of the Present so we can start all over with new cards! With a hangover depicted the next day, Dawn also seems like a lunar eclipse! Promised dreams fall into each other's throats if they can't come true! A sharp knife stands in the hands of an executioner, and his possessions are mine, which can be expropriated!
 
They exile themselves and exterminate the Debris World! Even in the eyes that want to watch awake, the flowering shattered can hardly be budded! Scooter scalpels with crooked edges to catch suicidal intent; and this is how adrenaline junkies flirt every day for new, more adventurous experiences! Everything is digested in the Spirit
 
soak yourself in Nirvana-white emptiness! Its nourished worms, found at home on earth, have been waiting patiently for times
 
play the loot as someone else pulls the government aside, or from the loneliness of floors of Icarus trying to invisible wings fall to the ground alive! Most of all the war is that the words of a sinful Man are hardly listened to by the Being.

Now the profane, festive silence set in, and like a compromising, false, word-breaking friend, he immediately blurted out all the small-minded secrets of others; out there, the ancient, well-rehearsed tactic of wallowing is maintained based on the predictable, petty principle of "it's good to give and receive", which involuntarily trickles down to a small side benefit not only for celebrities but also for sensitive celebrity faces.

It's as if they are deliberately stripping their cheap and salable souls, bribing them towards the uncertain Tomorrows. In the eyes of the beholder - if there are any still here on earth at all - how much is a couple of kind friendly words shoved in a mean way when it costs almost nothing just a bowl of bean soup?! Unwittingly, the frail person constantly categorizes and tries to think back to the holidays of his shipwrecked childhood, when perhaps it was still good to cling to the beard of playful curiosity, knowing that he could receive a real spiritual gift.

Unfortunately, this current century will also become increasingly sickly suspicious, where all kinds of dirt and filth accumulate involuntarily and it is not possible to clean up or fix what has already been damaged from the ground up for a long time. From there you can tell that nothing is going to work, that we immediately become worried about an unlikely friend invitation, about which we knew nothing until now. There can be neither a happy, self-deprecating ending, nor catharsis, only a brainwashed mass of deliberately deafened people, whom it would be better to console and forget forever.

They will stumble into another whirlwind New Year; who's drunk, who's afraid, or maybe quite sober, and again, beyond the usual symbolically puffed-up, fireworks, or firecracker slogans, there isn't and can't really be grasped at the tattered intentions of human sympathies!

It only cherishes laughter and keeps the eye! A good-hearted, heart-wrenching naughty laugh! The prayers of sorrow, beads of treasure trapped in the humility, are kept closed by the bleeding soul, and we are consciously afraid to show our vulnerability to our loved ones! The grimy heartbreak is hidden in the brilliant, dark skies; in a moldy coat sings a shadow behind us! There is less and less responsibility in our dazed world!

As a vulnerable locust body, blood is leaking from me, something that is conscious, instinctively afraid of everything I feel and want to believe! Doubt and despair keep hugging and sharing! In the digestion of my little boy's anxiety, in the robe of stolen laughter, I tend to cry deliberately! - Layers of polluting the unknown, dumb Future are gradually loading on me!

The ordered biology of my body is threatened with a clicking, timed death! "Well-aware, your charming, insidious superiority has long been a shortage of me: it would be a good idea for myself to scrape the ruins of bravery to enable me to remain an unknown being and to remain human!" ***** bargains and betrayals in the boiling tongue of boiling tongues, which is already a debt of secured career promotions! The stinging stench of deceit seems to be embodied in self-serving interests; fierce, poisonous vultures with murderous-grin The poignant wandering war of hyenas is playable naive!

Foolishness of my disadvantages! When will we be able to re-learn human selfless laws so that we can see the essence on the plaster of superficial things ?!

Goodness awakens in a draft, lends water to a chubby face, and goes to serve for Literature! It is not listed as a deliberate surplus in the public consciousness! At times, it is surrounded by unworthy dishonesty that, as a Columbus scout, he stands out among piles of manuscripts! He never forgives the Past lightly; misery-grievance travel with him! Snarling Celebs look out of the overheated testosterone air in gyms! They judge lightly and waste their obesity! Chirping, cheap kittens laugh and scam Judas money again; puffy whimsical presenters print the jagged, brainwashed text; infected idiots peak their minds instead of their heads in place!
 
Very useless years follow in the marshes of the surface; free-thinking thinkers are nailing it modestly, and they may know that the Truth may come to light one day! "Defiant, gnashing of revenge - fearful - would hardly be enough, even the Sunbeam is wilting into a pitch-colored pool of honey!" Stepped by the selfish fear of hopeless romantics! Everyone is already surrounded by the saltiness of money and the desire to bear the one from whom you can still profit!
 
Expensive Treasure is becoming less and less common among nurses today! It is no longer possible to build a card castle from the camp of sour disgusts and malevolent critics! Sloppy leeches would hide in their circles on a leech; all-pervading cloak-turners, slender pribes! Among fiery, light-blooded women, it is increasingly difficult for the eternal Child to stay afloat, who is hurt by his selfish vulnerability! Soft willers even caretakers decide their destinies and further careers! In lukewarm scandal chronicles, you can rarely even have a Happy End! - Even with a little evil, a lot of everyone can catch up: a volunteer emigrant is in captivity wrecking a shipwreck