The deep blue night, awaited with stars, spreads its cloak over our shoulders. Everything can be a wasteland, perhaps there is no need for lost love with all its kisses. The moment carries the habitable Eden far away like a pearl; one becomes a naked shell if one does not heed its merciful word. A fist-tamped grain of dust has become the sin of mortality; the petty word of Life should be engraved on a bench with 10 nails. The cloudless afternoon was a fleeting shadow play; it would be good to unravel the expected threads that the past still holds along hidden memories. One should live wisely, because memory always buries a heavy seal deeper and deeper on those who are still fleeing.

How many times has the ragged hope rung, all memories have burned out. Among the friends who have disappeared to nowhere, there is not one who would stand by you; because the handles are not open, man's thoughts are still roaring seas; the moment, laced in foam, is stuck in the throats of whirlpools, the churning waves. Homeless souls crouch down and still eye the food of alley-smelling garbage cans.

Like the exile or the wandering stranger, their grave sins; man alone carries his burdens like a hunted beast, because it would be good to cling to hope; derailed screams cannot be deafened. Existence no longer plucks the strings of pain. In the nameless future, it would be good to preserve the eternal contrast of movements alongside the quiet peace, instead of the decided intentions, the speech of innocent victims.

It is increasingly difficult to get up, if we have fallen completely, it would be good to free ourselves from the petty shackles of lies, to the border points that always end through a black hole.

I have survived the full steady pace of my life! The treasures of smells, wonders, and emotions evaporated behind me — doing nothing as it would have seemed through the eyes of others: The tiny cells of the unknown existence were influenced by molecules. My swarm-toddler's turn of the century was watched by women, as they later leveled my school-lesson career — I was able to go to their safety once and for all: my spirit could finally be aware of and marvel at the formula of the anthill of the world,

however, the remaining order is like the molasses tutyimutyism! I hid among the shadows unnoticed, unmoved. With my inner eye, I measured the bizarre message exchanges of immortal kisses: every tangled, exhausted tiny coal challenge generated real emergency challenges, like when nuclear nuclei split.

I am ashamed of a lot of my mistakes and mistakes for so much - that's right! I saw the ruthless brutalities of real life in a crime siren. Even though I was on duty as a school circuit runner in gym class, my tear-wounded face burned from both sides while my mother was watching me, comforting me, protecting me! But now that I'm pretty much just knocking out empty heaps of paper, the inserts of a garmada of feathers, for myself - I could remember and live

the full need of Existence: Missed births, birthday parties, bicycle teaching, - to rejoice and live that I could be a creative and creative part of Someone, even if for a little while! "But life is not a frothy cake, if the overhead lines that are felt in the overhead lamp world are like the trampled beetles!"

Maybe someone will come, secretly capitalized out of little money, and even faced with a scarcer opportunity to thrive on immortal emotion!

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?

It is becoming more and more difficult to desecrate and die; Every roast pigeon word adopted for the Word can only be left on cracked lips! A meaningful conversation is interrupted and an embarrassing silence begins with a raging one! He forces himself into evasions as if he were being ***** by Honesty! - In well-washed Pilate hands, they land like cheap glue banknotes; bribery rates! The Truth itself became a nailed, leaking wound; bleeding constantly on its own! Confession, because you are forced to betray yourself more and more often!
 
As a god, the conscience is shattered from within: "Why did you have to choose an easier, served path ?!" "Incomprehensible will binds you and shackles your mind so that you can act!" Silent wounds and yawning cries can remain just instead of selfless help! In tumbling bodies, the watch clings to the dull beat of drums; as a sign of attention, everyone nods, though they may not know what Promised? In the cavity of black holes, how should we listen to horns? - Rolling Mirror-How to look back from Time so that the personality can no longer be distorted!
 
Arrivals should be received with crowded Judas pockets; dried meat sticks to the resurrected skeleton until eventually the disintegrating viscera of the naked body can remain! - The sly shape can still only flatten out; like a fleeing seal on a melting ice floe who drowns in life-giving water in atonement; the cat is always the one who plays with the mouse and never the other way around! As a killer, the Sun also distributes its nuclear fragments to the earth - yet it warms.

It's day again and again. My heart pounding and straining again, and every moment what existence obscures! The ancestral mercies of mercy are not yet reserved for me! Sometimes a rusty office door squeaks loudly, - the reading of names is heard aloud, in a silence pregnant with ******: the messengers, the philosophical nebulae, the green-eared ones go to execution in order.

The patented buttons of a dressed-up, masquerade suit cracked over me in a cauldron of stifling heat when it came to testifying about the knowledge I had acquired, because one could hardly do anything else! “During the day, glass and crystal palace-shaped tear-***** rolled down like soft and gentle praying screams in the grooves of faces: the immortal vibration of fear artificially aged us to our humiliated moments. It’s as if the secret law of hopelessness on this planet is asking for admission - but no one is afraid to hear it. He was praised by a camp of eminents who knew everything better

licking soles with brighter spirits! - I wanted to know, unravel and recognize the ancestral-One secret: How can the justice of merits really work? With delusions, nail-boggling - surely I have encountered more than the humane speech-charcoal! But only the adolescent revenge of legitimate complaints, of judgments flickered away from me; unworthily and sincerely as it once was

they were called libraries of the brain. The creative intellectual workshops may have closed their proud gates forever!

Is there anything moving in the redemptive descent? Discover the exfoliated tears on the retinal lines of broken eyes with compassionate regret! As the smaller beetles glide apart, a hesitant giant-foot tramples on them by chance! The given, idyllic anthill can hardly receive regular travelers and contemplatives back into its bustling community! In the gaping lap of depths - only they can know - undivided Dreams graze!
 
The blood-boiling instinct-greed of visceral possession is only the exception! - From the micro-world below, where can murderous virtue be measured by certain methods? - The chattering company of loosely swinging golden boys and chirping kittens has never seduced; there, many people blamed emotional ammunition for luring exploited defenseless people and believing! Are the reports left to themselves simply because Someone always betrays them with words?
 
Deliberate yawns in deep dark gaps, however, cannot dissolve; the redemptive gaze of self-forgotten serenities can no longer be forced on the other! Greed became an indestructible umbilical cord: as many gains as possible in the jingling pockets of compromisers; but even the only comedians of Judas who are now giving themselves up are all sneezing or lurking! Secret doors open to everyone, only the secrets can be kept by the Spirit alone!
 
Is it too much to envy overstretched reciprocity? You’re forced to wear the shower spikes of mutual compromises on purpose if you want something more out of life!

The stripped-down, monologues are already without costumes: bare prison cages without mattresses! The junk legend is becoming a deceptive educator! The enchanted charm becomes a volatile reality: tears lurking in deer stars! - The deep-jerking destruction of Decayed Twilight frees up the distorted darkness! The underworlds banding as carnivores are showing off and I should be themselves! I would try to believe, with childlike confidence, perhaps the Goodness present in everyone, the urge to come to the rescue — on the wings of the merciful Angel! If there could be a secret tunnel that would not seem so complicated to go through the Trials of Being! For a single moment, I could see the petal-hearted dear Lady comforting and healing with her gaze!
 
Unconditional love, involuntary devotion is merely the crumb of fairy tales; my palpable half-anxiety reigns in the depths of the well of my wandering soul and makes a sound countless times when interrogated! The mystery of restless Shadows can promise neither salvation nor reassurance! Secretly lurking ghost worms chase and chase each other through the bars of nights even bump into blind walls themselves!
 
Perhaps, if I could have more time left, I could endure it more boldly, how could it be possible to be loving my conscience broken down into parts?! "In the swan's lap, the hope of the angels could rock to a redemptive dream: in my narrowness, the lost child, who could not grow up, could be sniffed into a sniffing game!"
 
As another survivable option in the night, a bat-flying dawn always rips itself through with new life; look at my soul and see with your heart, that you may understand what is still moving?

His rolled-out gold money is collected by adult chitens of vulnerable, snoozing Being! Gerontocracy no longer matters much if pampering, material well-being is the universal goal of everything! Celebrity deeds circulating like a balloon for up to three days first start to let go, then burst out sensationally hungry! Oblivion strikes a hollow depth in our beating, perforated hearts anyway! Because every collision is another solid blunder on the Ladder of the Spirit!
 
And if we don't grow walnut casing ourselves, we can soon suffer a series of injuries and new abyss wounds! What kind of expelled pits do you have to stumble across before every exploiter can reach shore?! - As the face of a match flame, many of them are lurking for prey concerts, and may be the happiest in their top-rated plans, once the calculated deception and deceptive gambling have been proven! The real will can only be revealed from seduced, smaller shreds of chatter!
 
Who is listening to the Future in telephone silence? If one does not take care of oneself, Fate can stumble back! Kandi's summon-blue people are lurking at all times and they are wondering: who can benefit more?! If you still keep the Loyalty love with a pure heart, when can you know that it will betray you with ease? With your teeth clenched, you may or may not cry, and your selfish rights, shrouded in Protestant silence, will chuckle - but there is no one and where! "On the drunken backs of sluggish nights, the Guards dawn on red algae twilight!" A worn handkerchief bursts like a barge stuck in an alley bed of streets! Immovable stones grind the Truth from themselves

We are all interoperable! Clumps of hair cling to us at the gates of the inner, much-lost Spirit! We dream of finding a home while chasing the way of our selfish career and prosperity! Hypocritical, well-moved moods change everyone into cared-for thank you people! Who nods at the real play all selling himself for kilos and grams and his prestige squabbling! They deliberately subdue the refreshing knowledge, and the nourishment of the more curious spirits can only extend to another private life of Celeb sensations!
 
He who dares to confess in verses, when he kneels down as a sign of his faithfulness, immediately laughs with a simple wave; remains a target! The multiplied phlegm-tangled style is becoming more and more twisted by itself: those who have forgotten the Human Law and who are fair are already trampled on by indifferent arbitrariness. Idiots, giggle-etudes jingle throat-brain, hysterical kittens, whose only desire is to be able to show up in a deliberate-syrupy reality show with a self-promoting *** gesture! - All of us
 
they got lost between two points of light; With Sisyphus architecture, the tabloids and the public media are also constantly thinking about brainwashing! Sick pink will not be a balmy bronze brownness for bombarding bikini fairies lot, but even the teenage chick looks wrinkled in the artificially generated rays of solariums and thus conserved mummies! Even under their enchanting bikini line, vanity cellulite rashes occur! Easy-to-forget bachnalia ****** are struck in a whirlpool jacuzzi; but who can honor immortal love?!
 
Your little one, who has had a cigarette in his angel's mouthpiece, is potted in darkness, and irresponsible carelessness can give birth to new criminals!

They all stood in order: False witnesses, lying judges; and that was the greater pride he had - if the scientific Balek stuck on their backs - could be ridiculed and persecuted as a bookworm column. But the real Truth did not bother anyone - it was not the pure Humanity and Morality that was the important reason, based on sympathy, to explain!

At the same time, from the consecrated citadels of science, in addition to the deceptive burden of sympathy, he also displaces those who read all obligatory work with honesty: What follows: That is already a classic requirement of Shame! On the humanities track, the road is steeply icy, and anyone who is careful will soon climb to his seat! - There can't and can't be

individual defense, not context! - I keep crying and laughing at myself: Gentlemen and ladies, at least don't lie to yourself! "If you can, and the gallant stumbling may begin again — so that Uncle Samu would be more willing to pay you the budget head quota — what a clear favor!"

And he who has failed many times has deliberately ruined and humiliated the marks on the merits of linguistic history: They are silently still tolerating and resisting! - Choice None! The only trouble is that there never will be if you are whining and vain monkeys

exchange peculiar alpine messages: We are, at most, mere cowards and cowards, as far as those who soon rejected the rules of the Code of Morality: Conscience, Humanity, and Responsibility -

Not-so-respected exam-jury: On their boards, the One-Truth is proclaimed: Everyone is a lying accomplice who feasts in a hedonistic way, thinking from the lights of knowledge! Haughty ignorance, like the secret worm, devours the tyrants of the intellect if they are not careful!

Everyone may see through me: Yet where I intended to go, I may never have been able to achieve it, because man's real goals are elusive and unattainable! I already know your world too well, and yet I fight every day, at least not in my perilous image of shadows so frighteningly that he follows everywhere as a faithful servant in the ring of circuit lanterns.

Selfishly and eagerly, baptized enemies would long to find me: The spotted armor of ignorance — now my refuge, though hardly, and in the last degree, would have been the Silence, the silence, the hopeful return to myself as a second mother tongue!

On the street corners - especially in the cauldron of heatwaves - alcoholic prisoners roar, scurrying. I deliberately close my windows against the vengeful invasion of beetles. I didn't crawl useless and pointless back and forth, as the lunar pathologist can't even guess where he was going: the creepy sounds of the nights were greeted as old acquaintances!

Panel walls forced the free-breathing warmth into prison: Perhaps everyone sees me cynically, and since my childhood, Loneliness has committed and followed me as a silent companion. Behind my window, the sublime and proud mountain giants yawn, spread out over green valleys, like crouching stone hearts: They would secretly call me among themselves to make the meaningless and gutted World a place in which we are forced to live deliberately hermits!

During ugly's swarm of cheap prostitutes, don't worry about crushing! Don't let anyone believe you peeed in fear! If every curse-memory and minute-man rushes, a thousand ghosts could throw lasso into your throat every day! Silence can hardly surround you anymore, because you could not come to terms with your Difference! Indifference is listening to you with its great petals! Sooner or later, the World will collapse again, and you will hardly hear the supplications of your wounded soul! Honest prophets are worried about freethinkers and the Sincere Prophets are turning into stray dogs! The chaos-silence of the stars hugs her upside down her *****, the Nirvana-Nothing is still bleeding from the wounds of the earth!
 
I notice the grin of Mayan-smiling, ******* Angels: as Man sells himself for sale! The restless tranquility of your soul is a privilege and a rare holiday! "You should become one in eternal universe life on your Dear side if you could hear the wide screams of my heart attack!" "This is how you hide in stone silence if you are tensed into the Hangman-smelling, hibernated Time every day!" With fierce fear, atomic bomb angers are also lurking; instead of the right paths, they steer you towards your diverted, cross-decisions!
 
Your lonely ancestors are named — no wombat puppies and loyal hedgehogs! You have your last solid excuse for yourself! From barely pre-human swaying nights, you can barely hear: You pay with the momentary click of your being when called by otherworldly voices! The horror of your suicide is getting closer, trembling over your head! "You have to be in pain all the time to understand the incomprehensible human offspring constantly censored even in the forbidden phase of your body!" With whom will you share and share the childish cramps of your soul?!

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

Gitty deniers, allied with dacha, do not intentionally step on the Light today! Everyone is crowded and just sneaking in! Here, everyone can be a victim-culprit just for cheap success without relationships you can hardly know! Night Celebrity Owls need diligent prey; illuminated moonlight is nestled in their eyes with ever-breaking envy! For those leaving the career, merry widows are waving! Jealous gossipers hate anyone who still keeps the laws of his chivalry! "I could have been the immortal Universe;" I could have felt the kisses of blood petals as I filled my everyday life with redemptive confidence.
 
Witty, self-bored, jampec-siherers exchange theater tickets and thrive like guests of ****** bachanalias! Being always pushes before man's purposes; project an unavoidable map over the heads of its victims! He laughs at the messenger and the warning prophet! Their nasty taste buds alone honor the omnipotence of Money! The lips of collagenized porcelain dolls fall to pieces from self-sealing adhesives! Where the tabloid media is loud from career-mimicking bazaar monkeys is actually a wilderness at stake too! They show whistling alpha males and fitness kittens with non-stop complex continuity!
 
And he who cannot worthily strike the pedestal standard set up to be an attractive enough *** god or ultra-hot goddess can no longer be worthy enough to prosper worthily among the pitfalls of Life! "I have to be stunned to stare at the lattice lights of bohemian nights as the zigzag knife flashes - maybe you can easily cut my throat!" "Chirping, idiotically smiling leeches, like the tax collectors of an insidious age, make their lives easy on a hanging foot!" Morality and Goodness are found in a state of extinction.

As if they were rushed to be aimlessly between the puppets that were made; We need to change digital identifiers with false fingerprints to find us unnecessarily. It is necessary to avoid broken road signals instead of searching for the necessary compromise on the necessary cooperation. Life is almost utterly mortal passing away, and it can be said to be a wolf because we are ashamed of dioptric soda siphone and rather converted to more comfortable contact lenses.

The broken curve mirrors in which our portraits are wearing a day-to-day depths of conscious purposelessness, physical exhaustion. Geller was given more and more difficult to stay at the peak of social pyramids; Because not only the language of meaning, but also the rules of the meaning of the meaning, which change their petty, compromising methods every day, has become a tower of the midwives.

Why do you have to live a day to siren the minutes of siren over it?! On the stretched ropes of our troubled nerves, they march and march; Indifferent yawning in the odds is now still nesting with persistent suspicion. Our tricky movements may seem like a rhythm.

It is as if the petty, small -style betrayal of everyday life had been deliberately depressed into our selfish, galad, shrinkage, that you. You have to prevail at any cost, and of course it is necessary to survive. Card Castle plans are diligent, but we are asked to be an unbelieving-bamboo: why is it necessary to spend money on uselessness?!

It's still stopping now. My heart drummed and my uncontrollable heart bounces. We also feel it in our bone-breaking viscera, in the basic formula of our skeletons: Infinite Time is hysterical, in large cloud passages like a herd of greedy wolves among an army of lambs!

What if I can't take this cudar atmospheric front anymore? "It just depends on your organization, like your only driving force for many, many years!" - Oh, but Summer! The heated nights of insomnia! Swirling insomnia and restlessness, which suffocates everyone as a temptation, and an ****-winking of ripe colorful fruits, out in the kitchen garden, and

those unforgettable, immortal passions, sighing flames that came out every summer! Wounds, purulent scars bulged like stigmas in the craters of my body, and because I was careless I now have to put up with clenched prison teeth that fatal UVB radiation measured on me! - You haven't even looked at me!

,, Come on! What would I have done? I was just playing with you so I could throw it away forever! ” - The destruction of the apocalypse of the universe in all your deeds, your ancient deeds! You have been exiled in your heart for a long time, and I have not found myself since! And then, as one who has long been forgotten and described, he is devastated, he digests himself incessantly! As a one-eyed prisoner of the Cyclops, he cannot escape!

My auditory canals are sensitively irritated by the obscene-jerky flower tongue; cyber-youth hangs on the phlegmatic lips and always creates! Every talk, flick style is another crime against iris cultures! Titch childhood is sprouting from consumer societies! The Pan Péter complex is cherished by cautious parents! Who is curious about romantic beauty miseries around a composed poem?!
 
This is how betrayal is deliberately lurking in undermined, hooked eyes! Those who have been stabbing the stacks for a long time and their prosperity in time will be preoccupied with the gloomy tabloid media: brain-splattering, dubious existence on fragmentary sentences! Do not use your passive vocabulary at most if you make new contacts! Anyone who is sure to tremble will never have to think of tricks! And Exotic Beauties will also be tangled, squeezable lemons if the beauty industry group massively grinds them ahead of time! They will be exiles in brilliant promiscuity who could never listen to the words of their anxious mother!
 
Every waste is a sincere tear of household waste! Many southern-rich, hard-bodied lemon bodies are rocking under the guise of jaccud! Who infected with truth serum can see exactly what is going on here?! "Who has fallen into the hands of savages many times to assess his possible mouse paths!" In a growing pushed-darkness, everyone is already defenseless! Self-candidates are always forced to hold back! With my clown grin mentioned, I can only serve those who give heart! The constant burden of the main loss is now hitting freethinkers more and more

A swan feather scarf on his angel-winged shoulders as a heavy carrying load alone; braids her brown-midnight hair, dripping twilight nectar from her long fingertips! I'm listening to your friend's voice even better! The panting gears in my head recall my phone conversations on the canvas of my memories; as if you were reading derogatory sermons out loud so otherworldly! An unexpected excitement flows through the ponderings of Executioner Time! It would have been better for us to cling more boldly to our beating hearts while the superstitious moment could last!
 
We have all given up our tangible, existing, sacred reality! When can the heart listen to feelings lost in confrontations?! Our human inclinations are incapable of transcending boundaries into damnation! Srub is still lounging in bed in exchange for a dream career that can be exploited many times, and then she is indignantly surprised that the baby project may have arrived prematurely! In the depths of the Spirit's cellar, a small child cries softly: one should contemplate the Real with the pearl maturity of eyes!
 
Dignity is already fragile, with which it always reveals its consciously constructed incognito! Your petal being is deliberately exalted in your lying eyes; you yourself feel unable to put everything on a new foundation without inner redemption! Wash your hair in extended moon turns in balmy moonlight! On it hangs its already distressed, otherworldly loneliness, like the bars of a prisoner that cannot be unlocked with lattice padlocks! - An Alpine scramble for murderous maximalism is becoming more and more unbearable: in the midst of timeless expectations, when the imagined, superstitious body would be embraced by the aching lack of a shaky little child as a suffering instruction sticks to my body!
 
Can we still feel in the other's soul that we need each other?!

With your delicate hands you no longer caress me: because I have been waiting for you to cheer me up for all eternal and holy times! Now every holy place where you have ever left the delicate exotic line of your feet empty and landless. You were a skillful and small, mischievous princess, while your morals were tolerated in vain by your side! Behind the eternal disguise of your smile is an unmatchable and proud love.
Your jokes jingled like glass beads, on my knocking heart: And we had no idea what was flowing and sparkling between us; youthful folly, or just immortal transcendence? The unspeakable, superstitious minute was beautiful too, wonderfully beautiful!

And again, gloomy months and years are coming. He keeps his dark Joconda's eyes for someone else as a ******* of his harlot, and the call "girl" doesn't fit her anymore! Female maturity illuminates the priceless essence of a mother’s smile! He never asks me for a child blessing from now on. - The immortal emotion was among us in disguise, and only we could be quiet enough not to listen to you.

attractive, magnet's word! And the tyrant love mutually annihilated, shattered, and deceived us! If you still need a little, human feeling, think about it and always listen to the will of your heart whispering the law! With secrets and ideas - don't be afraid - the Infinite will address you!
I wish we could have guessed the truth and our common secret sooner! Alas, but no longer why should the Heart rejoice, if you can no longer be here, where can I waste my pain?

He expands his two hands like the veined, delicate wings of whispering angel wings, and in moments of doom they would finally seize and embrace the one who was already gone! The gentle engraving of the rings of the year, the seal imprint is still moto, on the ribbed veins of the fingertips - there is an abundance of blood vessels, only our words can be accused of lying in the realized flame.

A handy fence, a prison barrier is often the Hand, he is no longer able to discipline his outcast temperaments: He snaps a paternal wave, a slap in the face, a kind nod! He clings to the scorching degree of agonizing passions - like engaged fidelity - with maintained loyalty and morality!

Sometimes the uncertain hesitation still settles on him, but he cannot forget the supplicating consolations of the embracing arms, - the belated confession of Don Quixote:

It keeps getting colder and shaking, and the Hand trembles shakily — when he looks into the other mundane heart-wreath with all-seeing; magnetic, multi-clamp, tar rope: Just one moment is enough; the eternally shining, immortal Heureka-Spark explodes in a bombshell, - the furious volcanic eruption scorches everything, devours everything! The sure grip of immaculate innocence: The Hand!

- Greedy Universe in flame, in the true pearl of our body, the sure refuge, retaining cathedral - Honesty, eternal, glorious Password! You can count on a sure promise who takes an oath by handshake! Because we can know palms of ancient-solitude wilderness can never be eternal!

Infinity is still waving but consciously playing with me! I'm tensed in as a toddler with a small child. I would love to caress the cheers rose finger of mornings to protect blankets - who will be able to kiss a redeeming healer on the cracked wounds of my lips?! Tamed into a tamed Hermit by this vile, interested Age with vile lies, which are not authentic! Even conciliatory serenity rarely surprises me when you can sit on my crusty heart with a few good words! The horror-like Fate is a present horror image: as a hard hard-headed, I rarely dare to listen to his words as a novice! Choke, killer Night is bribing me! I would seek refuge if I knew and know about myself: I could be happier if I let the spark-igniting joys of this Being surprise me even more mischievously!
 
On the drift of my prisoner's days, it hangs between gaps - without safety ropes - I hang on a Death-flirting, fluttering! Could no one Good and Noble have been left out of soul-torturing maxims, spiritual compulsions, would he overwhelm me with the absorbing darkness gaping even at dawn?! Most of my first joyful joy with precious and immortal deer grains
 
he had passed away, and who could have borne it with his child's eyes and received it again, and would have happily spread my arms so that I could hold the blessed, earthly copy of this Universe in my arms again!
 
Peace-crying silence cries with children's eyes at the Peace… Deceitful kidnappings; they hit and beat every day if they need the Honor wasting on the ruins! As an ugly ghost, I am scared every day by the conformity of everyday life, an evil disadvantage!

There's nothing to start with the air drilling! He was an astonished idiot; he stood open and gnashing his teeth in a confetti shower of romantic foolish festive evenings! A tender tire might have liked a chubby, good-natured skull! There could have been no proactive shift for him; he would have settled for a friendly conversation - only the correctness of konok-dac hindered his attempts! Among naughty, curious smiles, it could be harder and harder to stop his hesitant knight's place!
 
Guardian freedom - you know - is still more power! Creative culture has always been a reins in the eyes of highly valued committees! - You weren't looking for a insured loss! Many times it was just that! All rules of the game are precisely-known to either suicides or autists! Public Dangerous Truths are more likely to be fired, while the slouching machine belt holds during its civil battles! Your wolf blindness can remain beneficial to itself on its own to draw courage! In many cases, your station is always: Vulnerable Nobody's Land!
 
The intrusive curiosity of intruders can’t be enough enough when a shoveled husband or a swarming Latin macho lover arrives and begins to interrogate! There could be only one compass left: His humanity! With trembling knees, the dimly stopped in the obscure cover next to the decorative lodge, and his disguise grimace trembled! On your skin taken to the fair, who knows who else will draw luck and fate ?! - You cannot still express your selfish Dissent with a calm heart; Unquenchable dead end for culture! In the depths of his bitten sentences, a boyish muttering echoes still echoes…

Brought through the large archbishop's forest through the shuttle bus. And I was with you in my mind in the fragmentation of the moments too! The only ground ant camp there was bustling, flirting around you outside on the platform from where nervous and displeased people went about their goals! "We haven't walked together in a long time: Your tender, delicate swan arm."

my darling united in my arms in an alliance, and I thought I could feel and know that your heart still thinks of me! "I am now a prisoner of an impossible and precarious state." I am an obsessed guardian of my conscious mood, which is to call exaggerated happiness an exaggeration, a harmony a lie! They always look out for the stars

for some spiritual consolation! Your sand-melting, and heat-unbearable and fragile reed shoulder shoulders gently lift the heavy weights of your hiking bag with hussar care! Chestnut tents greet with their slight shadows, and again I took a closer look at the deer beauties of your eyes that were incapable of cheap lies.


They brought only happiness and contentment, the beautiful flames of selfless help, rich in themselves - your face toying in a halo light as the tired rays sprayed on you its rich golden treasures of the broken heart: Sight, earth-rooted moment! I don't have anyone to share it with now.

I’m alone, and like bamba boci-eyed, I’m just sad! I must mourn the missed opportunity that you were still standing by me in the ruin of days of distressed days, at the feet of nerve-wracking gaps of consciousness I did not confess to you what we both guessed and knew: The immortal transcendence was matured in you by the unique smile of your being!

Now I am drifting toward an invisible, swaying goal, even a sailor in storms; I go tirelessly lame, I stumble silent. The fog-filtered, stupid sunlight is now dense; You can hardly point to the direction, while outside, the world and the wise man shrink. It was as if sorrow, joy, it were a drink, and he couldn't let the dreadful doubts and haunting fears melt in the crouching of the soul.

In the maze of the brains, the memories that are considered lasting can soon be on the path of stubborn fading if memory goes bankrupt. Because now - it may seem like it - the average is stifling, and the inner circles, which used to be tempted, would have to step out and wanted to stay. While it would be good to believe that free-to-beer is stronger than the wild baundy hand that destroys and never builds, they are an unequivocal shortage of the otherwise uncertain future.

In the sneaky, knife -stalls, they even wander splashing, playful dolphins, even if the angels require money, petty materials, without really getting married, chessboarders are cheap, pathetic figures with ulcerative stomachs, Checking wooden heap, settled, drunk, far from sanity. One or two social workers -looking at them -but that is the maximum.

The huge gear of work is unnecessary to continue to oil and polish, as the thousands of bustling ants are vulnerable to the lords of the compulsive, until you can do it for cheap hunger while the Darius Muri Muri is upstairs. Social crossings and bridge beats between gaps seem to be intentionally no way.

Every day I wake up as a stranger in the morning until I can get back to myself! The crease of my face: a hair-stricken, war map, an uninhabited oasis that lurks in Peace! My chubby, pathetic body is a crooked mirror of the functioning of my organs! They can hardly want to recognize me anymore - although I also think about hygiene with a razor blade every day! My existence radar, tormented in the rib-atrium of my chest, sends panting signs to the age of bean-busting Angels!
 
It would still be bold to say no to a stubborn Death, a cutting Judgment, if the transporting blood in my set of molecular cells were not tiring! - The far-reaching echo of my orbiting lunar loneliness transmits incessant signals, sends valuable messages: s The cheap rag of word-rags will be even truer and more honest! - The Presence that is constantly grieving is petrified in me; I cannot dare live if I cannot feel that I can always count on Someone and as a patient Protective Angel always follows to the shadow of my heels!
 
My heart may be - sometimes it just mimics how it beats! It has become terribly cumbersome in In there, but it is often more and more excruciating out there! I am still honest with myself! While my others say my broken scarecrow face is covered in masquerade! If something can touch: Stimulus or another brainstorming idea to cry back the compulsion that comes true: can I stand it ?! "Isn't the conscious compromise of Life a worm for me?" Tears shed their pearl petals from crusted crater eyes and often obscure everything Nivan's milky white desert! In my mortal existence, the tiny events of minutes immortally unite when I know that the fallen-Self I have learned in the other will die at any time! The Mirror presented to myself is sure to shine from the inside!

It seems like a single transition between Order and Chaos; with burning, violet-branched eyes, the Universe winkes, while the other closes his superstitious eyes and seeks order in his expelled brain! In the depths of the Spirit, one who seeks conscious cognition can sweep with romance! Between tear-jerking, heart-cherishing moments, any eye optics can fool you when you see with an open-hearted non-soul! After all, everything can permeate the sure One-emotion of love in everyone's petal-heart must be an aphrodisiac!
 
His name-no leaves a clown-boy mask on his face; who has been repeatedly vulnerable to the blows of the Storms of Being, repeatedly reluctant to burn himself and rather accepting hermit impotence in order to be able to fend off petty, useless calculations for sure! Whose being constantly courtes the fearful heart of the Universe is shattered by interest-centeredness! The two soul-*****, which perceive vigilantly under our foreheads and guard carefully from their sockets at once, only jump out of their truth as a sincere lost witness to the Truth!
 
Happiness can also be hibernated! If not merely submissive, they are judged by Judas kisses, because every Soul mirror is deliberately blinded when exposed to sunlight, and therefore it is a difficult task to boldly touch the sandy-girly essence of vanished but recallable childhoods under icing, ultra-hot Goddess bodies! "Perhaps that's why I was a pessimistic witness to this phlegmatic superficial existence!"
 
Behind crowded, happy detail puzzles, I penetrated to the greedy roots of the depression base; the unity of details broken in the kaleidoscope of dreams also reassembles at any time! We bathe in the fire of flammable passions when you can feel the true reality of our naked non-being and find yourself worthy

My brain’s active feast is still a billion, mocking trouble-creating and destructive at the same time! Stake-no I should prefer times when I can only play for the pleasure of the game! Out there, in the minds of the Celebs chirping in roaring chaos, the thinking intellect lies on a deliberate wasteland! The jerkishness of the **** and the irresponsible quiver that handles it already torturously; dead money Future can't knock in the camp of the unrelated either! Fearful fear sets a rope for my greedy nerves and I should go through it alone!
 
The tabloid populist culture can still grow into a deliberate imperial water head! And like any ostrich head stuck in ignorant sand, it will surely burst sooner or later! You can play dust-lost at any time by playing your cards! A crimson, sluggish blush runs across stomach-turning poker faces and cramps his grinning wrinkles! After everyone's greedy money box, the runner is loitering! It is becoming increasingly difficult to recognize Human Values among the frusks parade in Armani suits and Gucci bags!
 
A pensive prisoner is also the one who sells his bombing body for the eternal, fame moments of Being, and he, too, could not learn the rules of Morality! In a tertiary life cage, warthogs are rubbing their noses to careers! The fever roses of conscious shame still tremble on the faces of Golgotha-walking people: the fact is soon recognized - they can do no different: if they want to prosper, they are bribing themselves out of necessity! Those who are called to the right and who struggle with decency are all on the crumbs - who was once Alfa and Omega alone is now being looted!
 
Who has grown his indifference armor, he also wastes a monster every day in his doubts.

From scattered letters, you can rarely put together who you were used to, because radical digitalization is now like some malicious, pathetic illness in your daily lives. Because you can only observe the change in yourself, which, according to truth, does not change, at most, only instincts can also change or change.

It is as if even your DNA would perceive the one you can trust, because you don't always be a scream or a heccle - but you will definitely follow your childish rules of play and who, when you lightly, is nonsense.

From your squeezed mouth biting words, no one has yet asked how and how you feel so many desperate, hopeless decades from a distance. The deliberately beautified memories of you, so that the uncertain present can look a little more livable for at least sixty a few years, and then it doesn't matter to you. Because camouflaged sincerity's personalized forced jacket is nowadays finally getting out, as if wearing severe scrapers are almost impossible.

Monkeys obedient to preaching words in brainwashed brains march not only on the border of monkey countries; You can compare you to a sorrow, no one, no one has spoken to anyone, as if it were an inner defensive mechanism that you can only understand and accept.

In the way of sleeping, even a pathetic, laughing ghost, you are still limping, hard-to-life, and you would love to have your dear, you can shake hands because you have to love it, and it is still easy!

The uncertainty that had already been crushed halfway between my teeth, like some deliberately fragmented emergency bird; The prison island of the weekdays is disappointed. Filling clichés are pushed by a perceived-to-deceive sensation, so many hand-catching promises, which, at the time of its conclusion, is blurred into a violent bargaining bargain. The heavy, cumbersome chains of long -term self -references are rusty, but they cannot break.

What matters to the moldy, Avitt scents of the semi-cooked black coffee, which you have to empty to the bottom, if you want to start with a healthier self-esteem. What do the yellowed, exposed pearl-glossy, brilliant smiles, which once flirted with the guardian fires of immortal fulfillment, flirted, and when two hearts could find each other at home.

Now, black herringds are piercing the tissues of the brain first to formulate thoughts and questions incessantly, and then the soul is inner and more spirally received well from their bleeding stigma. Placed, designed goals, ideas - feared - can never take shape and body again, because there is always someone who deliberately hits, or willingly will volunteer their fellow human beings.

Laughing wolf herds also have ironed, expensive well-defined suits to make busy, useful, useful shops, while the simple average only eats the brush between the unfortunate, while the Taracks are not surprised. Because the ghost-shades are tossing hangman on the little men's heads!

Non-****** macho, dice-bellied Adonis-Titan chicks tend to lurk intentionally and escape the attention of bikini fairies! They themselves feel that losers against murderously stimulating exibitionism can be absolutely just brought up! Who is not on purpose, and his movement cannot be convincing enough between two chairs waiting for the captivity of floors! Democratic D.Js are pocketing their horses for bakelite shifts, while cosmic noise is raging in the ecstasy vortex of dance halls! Inhibition and anxiety cannot be resolved clearly: it is the manifestation of everything!
 
Every day, losers and a seven-rehearsed, petty Nobody dream of themselves as self-appointed pop stars; think if they get a record deal maybe they can even run overseas! Then come puffed-up petting, one-man Spanish wax makers, with a flag of allied fire in their eyes; because you always need another, incomprehensible, bribed sensation that infects just like good-neighbor gossip! Institutional conspirators are forcing the crowded idiocy and the rampant Chaos! When can there finally be Peace Empathy and Tolerance?!
 
The silly moth sets mine traps in the yard of our constantly creative brain! An unstoppable rumbling convoy is approaching your heart attack! Everyone is gradually becoming a livelihood nomad because they can’t know the avoidable answers! To survive, they need long-term hunting! You are growing around you who is not finest enough to survive Tomorrow!
 
Dogs snarling at their unspoken accusations are trotting after free-leaning fat columns! Overbearing bad faith can always find asylum seekers.

Today, it is increasingly intentionally split and cannot be. It is as if billions and one person feel that our mortal time will expire sooner than the originally allowed. He multiplies, and he first only manipulates his feelings, and he has created his smaller or larger gambling games, because now he will soon see more suspicious failures than the deserved misunderstood success.

Not only is a series of games decided in bred, brainwashed heads; Because control boards, if left, are less and less warning of their obligations that can be fulfilled. Mild stomach nerve stretches its string among the tremors of the soul, and the recent assault can be followed by the rest of the assured protection as a primary and perhaps still conditional.

- Nowadays, no noble or good thing can come from sediment masses; They will be shadows and feelings for themselves spicl. They dream of ants from scratch is increasingly detailed for Chinese loans, saying; Even the interest is intact that it is paying.

Another end-of-end length is not unnecessary, nonsensical wings, which the average person is less and less, and may not rarely cut it alive. Some of the concrete relationships are more likely to be silenced because they have guessed the more real essence. While you occupy your stunning fingers with a sense of lack and temporary happiness, and in the way of shipwrecks, they are a little bit like losing themselves!

Swell, waving like a swell, a comic sail in our wind-saturated body is the privilege: Prosperity! Make-up, suddenly deliberate naivety between adult chirps Dreamland deception sets a fur trap! Anyone can be hit by an overbearing and light-hearted blow, yet the true Man is the one who is hurt! In the midst of everyday mother-daughter worries, the one who always looks at the future can think of the worries! He who hides, who does not breed usurers in a purposeful way from Life himself, whose unpaid debts remain!
 
Child-mothers sin with incubator-angels for their inaction, dreading to recognize in the open gates of the Universe the consequences and blood offense if the acute, hot macho guy does not hide in bed with them for the first night of immortality and shame! How many angel deposits are made for them, their parents' sins are also properly repaid: heirs to the throne are irresponsible, so they are born into the swamp!
 
Why don't Alamuszi try to make bronze-brown-stained, **** bombshell goddesses with anyone, when they know and feel that they may once be the most apt family fathers?! The trick that counts all the tricks of modern seducers is just what a narrow runway can advertise alone! - Sweating in the body armor is intentionally avoided s Prohibited! The universal distillation of oblivion may not be so easy! All the top best of stylists are there just to disguise the sacred truth:
 
sleepless eye-stars would prefer to sleep rather than the vigilant desire of dazzling spotlights! - The juicy fruit offered on a tray is carried by the mother's breast and yet by a death-scared little girl

They will soon leave - as will my acquaintances, My Years! Bitter memories as iris moments may be resurrected once and for all, if I will: If you are not surrounded by amber tendrils, Nothing as conscious indifference and boredom! I will warp with broken and cracked country road ditches if I have to look in the mirror in honor.

I did not become an winning strategist or warlord in either Adonis or the first camp! I was able to be satisfied with the cheap smell of potato vegetables and brine: "You swallow a lot anyway!" The others barked at me with their curses! "And maybe in my death, maybe I can only be a naked snail who dared to try in any way to

he could not just catch the Atlantic shores of immortal love. And if my blood seeps through the caverns of my perforated heart many times, where was the self-help, blessed face laughing at all the misery and waving? "Are my eyes or just my will tired of searching?" Mapping the Real? - I don't know myself! I can't compromise with bus pass dictatorships right now! Whose money and faith in the alleys of years of trying few people are now enough for a single line, if it gets a little better and maybe even smiles, the Sun can travel kilometers around with its youthful feet,

if you want, your health can still do it! I have no desire for the raging raging of worlds: I long for the uninhabited islands of Peace! The poorer are devoured daily by life, its cynical asphalt snout absorbing the sparks of Existence — what a light-hearted thought it was to release the life-giving and promising tingling around your porcelain fingers that might have guaranteed the earthly happiness of the two of us.

You stayed forever indebted, home-stuck sticky! Nirvana-son of misfortune, nesting for nothing! Nobody's chase! You have long since denied yourself from the Executioner Squadron and the future-marchers have left it here as prey! In the catacomb flights of your cut-off dreams, like watchful moles, you often wander in disillusionment with yourself! Dying despair also seems to be deliberately overwhelmed; you couldn’t fit in between superficial worlds! No one can comfort your bloodthirsty eyes crying on a bag!
 
The petrified seal of the collected footprints will continue to bleed in your heart in a drum! "As your eternal companion, eternal fear and dreadful doubt still strikes you!" You deliberately don’t gass before dressed means! You may have had enough of squeaking in front of a lot of forbidden doors and stigma padlocks: as a selfish recidivist, you can't get your shadow-loving, redeeming loneliness from happiness either! "Superstitious deer eyes would call you desert spawning lights to give a shadow to your heart!"
 
On your knocking window, the Silence Seekers are waiting for you as a dense mass of nights at night! - Used personality traits like ragged seizures lurk in a pile! He whispers before sweeping secrets and then captivates the unsuspecting; silence still anchors in restless hearts! By pulling on invisible antennae needles, how can sincere trust be achieved?! Savior, love urge?! Gemstones raised from stone terrify awake-cheeky walkers hiding in night robes! "It's a long-learned mimic of playful ease."

I saw wild, human-hearted animals roaring in the filth of filthy crumbs of the crumbs of discarded chips-bags, - of the infected carcasses of garbage cans, and I thought the Order was now dictated by wolf laws. Miserable human wreckage did not understand what might have happened to them: They also took away the order of begging humility!

Humiliating each other to the ground, chanting motherly curse words, they cut their ugly words into each other’s eyes - while spitting themselves out too! They are still saving their stranded shipwrecked lives, their own recyclable waste bungalows. But there are those who have become messengers among them and its outburst is foolishly impossible. He jumps on a bridge, he thinks, all-shift firefighters are just bringing down: A new world of precious human life!

A few more stand next to him and comfort him, “Don't be discouraged buddy! You can even wait for the hand tomorrow! ” - They see only a gentle and tolerated suicide chased close to human subsistence; social debris, insignificant harmfulness, the sword of Damocles running above him, which may have been permanently cut off -

now he has regenerated nails and fangs! Unemployment benefits, secure work, a credible standard of living, empty congruence, word-thirst - it's all incomplete, almost all connections have been lost!

And even jealousy, old-fashioned envy, like a leech worm, erodes the drops of precious juice from the war of the needy. - Among the wreckers, silents call on the wise men to speak.

Somewhere in Europe, the bells have been struck aside again; the sluggish, deliberately forgettable Alzheimer's memory is already knocking on centenary stones. Shrinkage, schizophrenic self-consciousness, still points out tottering reason, pondering with its hesitant finger; a swarming herd of rats always spawns on new battery banks, because something attracts them. Even among epic seers and falsely testifying prophets, there are more and more blind fools, if they believe that a happier, more satisfied future can unexpectedly infiltrate us through creaky gaps.

Petty, selfish, destructive intentions flow hand in hand, just like illusions and lofty ideals; the cracked jar of past times can no longer bring deserved relief. Behind guarded gestures, forbidden grimaces, there can hardly be any stray human intention that could recreate the apparent wholeness, because even in the overbreathed suffocation, the musty, cellar-smelling air can get stuck at any time. Alamus snails march in order with their Milky Way mucus on the spearheads of rain-soaked grass blades and perhaps they are not even excited by a minor nuclear annihilation.

An old man-child hurries across the rails, stopping halfway, and perhaps looking back for those who still stared like idols of salt in the manipulable minutes of moments; the expanding Time will be dominated by space for a single minute.

In my heart, the clicking, dropped beat of your golden heart will remain for life: something you could still be justifiably proud of today! In your vicinity, I feel, again, a child can be left shipwrecked, my dear soul, and I don’t have to hide if I want them to see my true self! Our expanding distances between each other seem to not even exist - they only bring us closer to the wedding of the Earthly Universes of immortal buds!
 
My fossilized memories like well-meditated muscles preserve the ashes-tender sketches of your superstitious, angelic body! And while I often see from the captivity of mirrors that I am graying and balding from the ever-galloping Time, your winged creature is reflected in me! The army of killer lymphocytes in Ordas-destroying snowstorms is growing in my blood molecule and you can stay away from me and be by my side because your work, which constantly requires glow and creativity, cannot tolerate the formulas of loose dilectantism!
 
My kid's heart longs for a harbor, a proud rock of your proud lap, while your cosmos shortage fills you up! Surrounding me are the ever-insidious spikes of small worm-tongues: let the Hermit-Alien also learn the servile order! My sense of defiance calling for flags is fairly angry with very many of them; sincerely disguised as useless with their promises led and deceived instead of real job opportunities! - In the sleepless craters of my eyes, the laughter of tear-stars for hesitant-secret joys shines even with a persistent flag!
 
On their sun-faced mornings, I could still write in your heart to bloom the Garden of Eden field, but only if you think of me!

Already everywhere, it is self -indulgent, manipulating, stingy, boiled sheep. "Yes, Director! How did the weekend pass? Do you command coffee, tea, sweetener? The professional conference and meeting may not be more deadly boring anymore! " - hears a powerful head in the murmuring heads of the monotony.

Chattering, chicory-sounding collapse, universally, was also overwhelmed by the mass-wreathed masses; Hebrencs priest, promise, rubbing, greedy, lustful salivation, maid-smelling ringworm-pitian pitching no end or length. Wildlife, Celeb media of Hübrist. Because for the most part, you will have a heartbreaking heart at any time, if no one is willing to watch or noticed that more and more things are wrong and ruined in Central and Eastern Europe!

Wandering, afterlife's griefs have moved to our forever guilt -in -law, which do not want to start to start, but even to sew well; stubborn, hard, or scrappy, easy -to -peeling onion?! As if there were no many choices nowadays. For thirty -six hours a day, a free infarction in captivity in the upcoming organization is stabbed, which - usually - no one counts.

Gravitational idyllic dreams are drawing down the long -term and precisely planned harmony and prosperity; In the piano teeth of the piano, the problem is, and while people playing riddles around the loud illusion, the rope nerves that are racing and troubles are being responsible for each other.

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

Is there anything moving in the redemptive descent? Discover the exfoliated tears on the retinal lines of broken eyes with compassionate regret! As the smaller beetles glide apart, a hesitant giant-foot tramples on them by chance! The given, idyllic anthill can hardly receive regular travelers and contemplatives back into its bustling community! In the gaping lap of depths - only they can know - undivided Dreams graze!
 
The blood-boiling instinct-greed of visceral possession is only the exception! - From the micro-world below, where can murderous virtue be measured by certain methods? - The chattering company of loosely swinging golden boys and chirping kittens has never seduced; there, many people blamed emotional ammunition for luring exploited defenseless people and believing! Are the reports left to themselves simply because Someone always betrays them with words?
 
Deliberate yawns in deep dark gaps, however, cannot dissolve; the redemptive gaze of self-forgotten serenities can no longer be forced on the other! Greed became an indestructible umbilical cord: as many gains as possible in the jingling pockets of compromisers; but even the only comedians of Judas who are now giving themselves up are all sneezing or lurking! Secret doors open to everyone, only the secrets can be kept by the Spirit alone!
 
Is it too much to envy overstretched reciprocity? You’re forced to wear the shower spikes of mutual compromises on purpose if you want something more out of life.

The final and only Peace, cooperation and understanding should finally be learned, and the child should not be slapped with slaps. The leap of clean, sober thoughts into the stalk, which cools the nuclear fissures of heated, aggressive tempers. Or just maternal, nursing care. The momentum of unconditional, grace-sharing love, the curvature of the immortal arc that can reflect the One Essence: Finally calm, not raging chaos, madness around me!

A clean, innocent, and babysitting nudge that patches the potholes of my desperate self-pity, chasing away threatening storm clouds of trouble! Acceptance, understanding. Instead of a whip-shower of mocking swear words, wise, patient all the way through listening! I would like a harmony like cliff eagles modestly distributing their hard-earned food on top of mountain cliffs: Air-free winged wanderers.

From a human point of view, to discover the diamond-like, flickering candlesticks of the shooting stars - because fatal marching and confusion has prevailed since common sense, and the footprints dug a fence-ditch, a fist-and-brainer, and few jobs. Killer claws squeezing the benefits of strained, thick wire hedges that damage rusty tears, knocking on secure doors to win the keys that redeem from a stifling debt spiral

where prejudice and incomprehension do not answer the question - and instead of the camp of bagatelle bargains, the indisputable need for universality of Morality accepts it! But when? Where? And how? The same meaningless song: ,, A job has been filled! The choice was not for you! ”

- I would set out clinging to the beautifully ringing roast-pigeon promises and plunge into the lost chasm of the twisting catacombs: But I preserve the law of my principles and defend them as my only treasure of destiny, in the possession of my conscious fall!

It’s not that you’re doing your part with the immeasurable heart-stabbing, pregnant weight that, by traversing the placental depths of seaweeds from ancient shells, dissolving in your mother’s heart-squeezing cramps, and embracing: Ensuring your mortal vulnerability with this. - The rotating fortune-frying pan of your scales is ready, and you can't bend it, twitch it, and rotate it to balance, because it swings like a stubborn Get up Jancsi!

It’s not that he’s only half-hearted or selfish-greedy in your love, while the half-orphaned, pink-ruddy who cries on the other cry insists on multiplying the eternities of his insomnia, shattering the intimate turbulences of desire, desire and belief that everything is well done, even with a decent upbringing, you can even be a responsible person under the cosmos.

The only, baby-deliberately deliberately pampered Eden fruit of our love - it's not that in your tiny, iris-life you have to gradually learn the cowardly laws of existence, scour the pledge of your survival as a masterpiece, the smuggler and thief wait for you - but thief the dawn of disappointing dawns for your sweet parents, their promising survival with little hope,

which will be able to overshadow all the map fabrics of your childhood soaked in inhibitions, that you can only be a full-fledged child until school age, because the other pathetic and petty battles of life are only where everyone can go from hyenas Disappointed in your Hopelessness You fall alone as a suicide left alone

begging for help, pleading if he could still be wide here on this earth, who would color the unbearable Being as the rainbow of sacrifice and could be wholeheartedly someone who would not trample and exterminate - but would open it with a rich soul hanging

The millions of life, a manipulated life, and a finger pushes the countless small -style, bustling worms that are unnoticed in people's cells; Doubtful, nobody's house bargainers - perhaps they rarely notice themselves - open unnoticed, and even the dense, rich amber indaire surround the bribed life.

Because now many are in a way that they would rather intentionally leave themselves to be disinfected; They adhere to layers and layers of alamus, while scars, seams, and old stigma halves lied to healing. Now everyone has been reset, at most, just not those who are puffing on the top of a certain peak of a certain untouchable social pyramid, cruising on snow -white yachts.

Behind seeing eyelids can open gaps that only listen to the deceased heart alone: ​​are you with me or just against me?! - Crystal clear emotions seeking sincerity, openness, tolerance are silently and fast - if they were at all - and anyone who could have been on the open street who had finally collapsed at the corner of a bus stop ...

A lounged Fecalia roller with his legs with his feet, a derailed man-life, and he can't understand how, and how he could now get a bread in the pig mud and connect some everyday snacks. - There are always cracks between the crease of silence if the real essence is not recognized early!

How could you know what the sweet-sad childhood remembrance, the playful joy, the childish-naive curiosity, could have been known to the moment, when the sacred gates of free sense were secretly adopted by the understanding mind, the maternal care.

That the footprint of the long-standing eternal love may never disappear in the periodical limits of the time, as they are now in the depths of the drummering perits, and as dormant Atlantis Continents are still patiently waiting for them to be re-addressed in the name of sincere emotions.

It is often so worrying everyday life in Sififus's burden on how dark the clouds are sitting on each average human heart. Or  
How unfair was all the bice-shaded bumps that we once learned to walk, and while some were crying and giggling on the ground, others sprinkled themselves and went on, glorifying the joy of movement alone.

That momentary happiness may be worth more than the continuous forty years of lasting, the bitter -sweet, lasting isolation. That nowadays there are more and more worm-heart tarcks and fewer pearls in human stars.

How do you know that when someone as a teenager was not seen in the cross -section of the mirrors looked like a duckling duckling - but the one who was meant to be. How could a crowd know what it is like to be ill in the deadly round of the dear unexpected-suddenly minutes, and the passing away from birth is captivated. I say with questioning sadness: You have no idea!

Who could have been a non-original voice that couldn't bother anyone and who heard a quiet killer on the night sobbing on the wall of the room of the dying, drunken Shadows? He could have uttered in Human Hearts, "Let there be Sun!" - A dark call crushed him every day and called for a fight: This is how the crying, over-noise child became more and more savage, more crazy!
 
For in every sentient Spirit a Shadow looks back upon us, as if we were looking among shards of mirror tiles; He stares at us staring like a grimace and sobbing! Executioner Time is rapidly leaking like nourishing breast milk into the poles of bodies and when they were called, Dark Despair of All, flirting with death, is inviting more and more! So far away from the brainwashed camp of scavenging sheep, lone wolf breeds can hardly be reared!
 
This is how the roaring Stupidity threw his serving minutes into the ranks! A sure recipe for smiling idiots and charms! - Doom may be dark! He was kneaded with sure hands from China and Death: where else can this bottom of the earth create true signs of consolation? Even today they often deny each other and certainly cannot notice their most precious Souls;
 
The tear ducts of true pearls swirl from the vessels of melted crater eyes as the melody of streams! Stumbling Yourself Carving Man Wreck! When do you notice yourself being able to live ?! "You were a dream of another era, and this now silly thing, how can you no longer learn to thrive in the Present?" "The right half of your being would constantly steer you in the right direction!" Stay on your feet even if a camp of lollipops is sure to trample you or lay you down

I watched her! He was there every day and stared with enchanting roe deer eyes, and there she always stepped one step in front of me, as if he were secretly leaning towards me: he was leaning gently on me with his amber curls and wishing for shelter beside me! "There's always some cracked vulnerability left!" The stern eyeballs were also amarra: Execution squads, murderers, examined the unfortunate speaker, while in his awkwardness he failed, failed, or somehow went down. "But where might He have looked, where did a burst of nimble clouds step?"

In the emptied and worn summer maturation, his cold and warm atmosphere stretched his temper. Only loneliness is what left me with loyalty, as an acquaintance. Where a camp of preachers aged in the valley-cauldron of mountain giants represents moral values, as in their words faithful orator-prophets represent Unity daily!

They look right and left and I can only examine why the troubled emotion could be completely ruined in short-minute shards, once it stumbled in front of the door of our hearts ?! "And how long will it be possible for us to conquer each other's indifferent lips with immortal kisses?"

We don't even know anymore! But from the dense image obscurity of memories, we often weep back the Eden drops of our still bitter love: Maybe our perforated wound hearts can be successfully divided and filled in a single moment? Maybe it just doesn’t matter just the thought?

I should take a lesson from resignation. Then, with a fresh start, I could continue my self-pity Calvary. I’ve had so much tangle, deliberate filth hung on boards as a target, like dropping, valuable prey for the hunter! "It should have been realized sooner that revolving luck is always on the side of profitable, mitigating and consciously avoiding the simple, humble helpless!" And the chains of bonds - if really strong and indestructible - will never be torn! Yet out of a begging drop of hope, a precious piece of crumb remains in the courtyard of the heart! Now the stars are getting blacker and blacker.

Sunless is wrestling murderously, unfriendly with the sun. A lot of nonsensical consolation is still more than if no one is visiting the patient! How good it would be to calm down in your mother's lap to find comfort here, to seize a new opportunity! To recharge with Hope - fear has grown my spiky bushes and I only move out when absolutely necessary! And no one can hurt you!

What we said to each other's hearts; breaking up the barriers of inhibitions, bubbling tears of wounds out of ourselves, we considered it rich and purely just the voices of our hasty youth and only unbroken, real emotions! - And yet, when I stared at the earthy, halo-copy of your face on a bamboo with the power of the speed of light, your smile immediately electrified and now the end-bump is in the swamp.

Infinity is still waving but consciously playing with me! I'm tensed in as a toddler with a small child. I would love to caress the cheers rose finger of mornings to protect blankets - who will be able to kiss a redeeming healer on the cracked wounds of my lips?! Tamed into a tamed Hermit by this vile, interested Age with vile lies, which are not authentic! Even conciliatory serenity rarely surprises me when you can sit on my crusty heart with a few good words! The horror-like Fate is a present horror image: as a hard hard-headed, I rarely dare to listen to his words as a novice! Choke, killer Night is bribing me! I would seek refuge if I knew and know about myself: I could be happier if I let the spark-igniting joys of this Being surprise me even more mischievously!
 
On the drift of my prisoner's days, it hangs between gaps - without safety ropes - I hang on a Death-flirting, fluttering! Could no one Good and Noble have been left out of soul-torturing maxims, spiritual compulsions, would he overwhelm me with the absorbing darkness gaping even at dawn?! Most of my first joyful joy with precious and immortal deer grains
 
he had passed away, and who could have borne it with his child's eyes and received it again, and would have happily spread my arms so that I could hold the blessed, earthly copy of this Universe in my arms again!
 
Peace-crying silence cries with children's eyes at the Peace… Deceitful kidnappings; they hit and beat every day if they need the Honor wasting on the ruins! As an ugly ghost, I am scared every day by the conformity of everyday life, an evil disadvantage!

As he found, a prodigal child, out of the words of absolute adults rarely when he listened; as a parasite many take advantage of my naivety! Emigrant strangers are immediately struck by the basic smell of big city killer indifference! As a cuckoo's egg, it even hides behind easy-to-solve puzzles! Modern-trendy women fall into the throes of old goats in sloppy thirties! With their loose reins policy, they can catch anyone and casually break their babbling hearts at any time! Between weekend talks, jaccudzi parties who can't get to know themselves, the formula is getting more and more varied!
 
Sneaking behind low-cost careers hardly repels the secret of thirsty originality for success: spare loves are increasingly being used for just that! Proper, vertebrate posture is already broken, grotesque mirrors warn in vain! Only rarely can a human Star be born out of chaos! They are transformed into observers condemned to inaction, who would have owed confession to their Beloved!
 
Celeb Dives play a killer patience game and you can easily fall out of the net if your trusting relationships aren’t cosmetic! - Deep-lasting pulsations of relationships were rarely born out of whimsy raging in seclusion! The chat service of freshly collagenized and stunned young women depends on the minutes and not on the moments! Instead of the triumph of will, all the ******* are swinging towards bribing instincts! Falling from never-expected heights can be even greater! - Why should we avoid hot porridge dead tired several times?! Already, everyone is getting crazy, minutes of infidelity

I should take a lesson from resignation. Then, with a fresh start, I could continue my self-pity Calvary. I’ve had so much tangle, deliberate filth hung on boards as a target, like dropping, valuable prey for the hunter! "It should have been realized sooner that revolving luck is always on the side of profitable, mitigating and consciously avoiding the simple, humble helpless!" And the chains of bonds - if really strong and indestructible - will never be torn! Yet out of a begging drop of hope, a precious piece of crumb remains in the yard of the heart! Now the stars are getting blacker and blacker.

Sunless is wrestling murderously, unfriendly with the sun. A lot of meaningless consolation is still more than no one visiting the patient! How good it would be to calm down in your mother's lap to find comfort here, to seize a new opportunity! To recharge with Hope - fear has grown my spiky bushes and I only move out when absolutely necessary! And no one can hurt you!

What we said to each other's hearts; breaking the barriers of inhibitions, bubbling tears of wounds out of ourselves, we considered rich and purely just the words of our hasty youth and only unbroken, real emotions! "And yet, when I stared at the earthy, halo copy of your face at the speed of light at the speed of light, your smile immediately electrified, and now the end-bump is in the swamp."