I struggle to wake up. The pavement is ***** and filthy. South of scalded fire wounds
the asphalt is blackening. Rubber gums smell of moist tar mucus: Smoky
exhaust pipe lungs, fresh air polluted! - I'd hope again, but as a hot chimney chimney:
 
The red, atomic rays of a bombshell are wounded by the Sun: Wounded in the Twilight. I don't feel like moving out either!
I'd rather be crudely hard, chubby-ice cubes on the bottom of the freezers, dumb sweat-
in the waves of Eden captivity, when I know and feel that my dear is beside me in everything!
 
I wanted funnel ice specials; honey-flavored sorbets, a cavern of ice cream, sullenly
I look at my lover who is about to disappear behind the mountains: S fatigue, even in abstinent-sober state
I was a drunken freak, drunk while Summer was coming! - Food, my drinks are all spitting
has been the victim of an air invasion!
 
Waste from light-weight decomposers. It's best to turn everything off at this time - don't go
the expensive bill is also a matter of complaint: get overwhelmed, run into the suffocating
to destruction, to silence! To look at the broken letters of our past for forgiveness
hope when everything seemed to be lost!
 
Sometimes the insomnia disease is often tempted, thanked, and there can be no freedom the next day
enough to relax in the way of what's tiring, what's saturating! The ear embalming is ******* us
as the insatiable greed of leeches - it is very difficult to preserve the morals of our purity!

Your thoughts drew the almighty trace of your swan legs in the sand. Your handsome eyes carried a coral star! In an uninhabited sand desert, the two of us shook hands half-naked, and we waited for the patient intimacy to just greet us, and quietly to be influenced by the all-pervading emotion: The heart-secret of our immortality!

Sea foams licking shapeless rocks embrace gracefully, stretching; he thought he had forgotten, a dream come true you live again and then disintegrate again. I put my feet timidly after your footprints, and the surface holds shapes that can be formed from fine-grained sand.

But what else would I have been looking for here when you hadn't traveled in a long time, and I, too, only through your brainwaves, I thought terád? More than anything, your eternally nicknamed, chattering mouth, which was condemned and punished on the Day of Doom, said: You cannot deliberately find an antidote to sincere Truth once you have taken it prisoner!

I was there in all the material to be changed: In your joy and sorrow, in the waterfalls of the tears of your eyes, I was there! And yet in your excessive lightness, you did not appreciate me! Invisibly, I still keep an eye on your priceless life, and I still don't know myself: Why is it necessary and necessary, as an ancient protector, to chatter after you?

If I had committed a sin against you, you could have felt it a long time ago: for your heart struck like a fool and rumbled! "We've become each other's dearest, saddest poisons: You seduced me with the sweetness of chocolate, and I wore the chains of my compliments embracing you proudly while giving you a chance!"

It is smarter these days than an instigator - one sets a symbolic candle flame and attracts quite close, silently dark, and one must - because the Pandra hope always holds his senses, looking at the frozen, diamond continents: Tiny planets, what they preserve memories with their halo blast! - I would not have expected that easily recklessly irresponsible self-care betrayal violated kisses

sacred sacrifices, loyalty to love! With my tearful childish naivety, don’t let anyone fool me, play! Did the World want a worthy opponent against me? Or out of necessary cowardice, I made a mistake: I considered the possibilities of unnecessary risks, flirtatious flirting times!

But is it easier to lose a spiraled game if I told it with obsession and false illusion Fate, wrong decision? Why am I happy? And at the same time, why does a bite of being make sense when I hear his angel voice over the phone or via email? If I were to show off the anti-floats of my Adam costume with a hanger, it wouldn’t be much easier either!

Yet once, with the sincere weight of my words, I found refuge on the shoulder-shoulder of the universe-flame. And with his heart he proclaimed happiness as the object of not petty bargaining, and as a will to be won forever, common beliefs! Our chances of starting again - if any - have deteriorated significantly!

With our bounced happiness, we deceive ourselves, we lie more and more - who hid us with his secrets in his heartbeat, is he also a Stranger? The river Léthe cannot be enough for a complete brainwashing: The details and contours of the face are getting sharper! What couldn't have happened: One day maybe if you think it's good we could approve…

And as if we were carrying the shackles of eternity as a shoulder-pulling responsibility, my uncertain vision is crumbling:


There are no answers to my unconscious questions - a wedge of thoughts for my vulnerable brain: A shelter solution!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pudding test

As if you were at the same time in dialectical interaction with everyone; Instead of slowed truths, the era of deliberately accelerated lies, decisions, and beautiful ears were now. The bankruptcy of redeeming traps seemed to be a minute-to-one, as the events of everyday life believed to be rock-solid are merely repentant for those who stayed here.

Now everything is so uncertain, vulnerable, translucent; A gesture, or a attractive flirt-smell, a holy guarantee of given handshakes that create new career opportunities at the same time, but at the expense of everyone else.

Whether the manipulation of status and interest relationships would be easy to succeed. And while wounded hearts may suffer new, calculating, self -established pipe fractures where the souls who want to take care of the soul remain, who would have the job to heal the spiritual wounds?!

Somewhere halfway between quilting and respect, the Almighty point had long been lost: you. that they were once raised for mortals and people, who, in the company of the masses, became mobs by the time to change.

Chewing gum mass, sticky slashes have become the feeling or simplified confession; List thresholds -as you like -can only cross one average during a single shipwreck. Is it more difficult for the mere defiance to be more difficult if the conscious doubts are not haunted daily?!

As a prisoner of Ordinary Times, we are gradually dying back to Time! Waiting for the stars, we can be filthy, prey of hordes soon, if we have to crouch in an unknown Future! Our passing is legal! You can't lift up to a happy vision! It has become an obsession that the universe eyes receive with closed petals and we cannot make happy the Angel who came to us voluntarily! "Out there we can know idiotic insane people are raising small realms and they are afraid of silence-screaming velvet - the poet is silent with intent in us, because he could not find a sure audition!"
 
We can only selfishly carry our offended souls to the secret reef of wakefulness; curved in the Present Time the liberated dream is therefore suspicious! A star-watching, alert lattice raven delel, and you would flee into space into the home of the naked Honesties, where the Truth of Faithfulness counts alone! - Our sobbing heart cries into silence at once: Interrogate us! "How did we get here ?!" "Many promising parables give birth to idolous moments in numb brains!" Suicidal nights fall into Moon Lake!
 
We cannot look back at the past of our past, because as Lot we freeze into salt! We will always feel the smell of concence that greedy wild herds are sure to follow! We can't run for a lifetime! Jasmine-scented kills shelter should be sought while Time is getting tighter! - The given Word has become a stripped, broken idol and can only wander; hatched by itself like a dream! The Watching Light is also an ancient statue of our dazzles

I have no idea to tell you the vault of your beautifully curved cherry lips, or just the petrified, chilled solitude of my bed? I don't know if I should tell you about the loneliness of the empty bunch of flesh that once threw mightily at the glances of heaven, at the words of flirtatious angel eyes, - yes, when the delicate vibration of the Spirit opened the bouquets of flowers,

and the blessed conscience also responded with tremor, devotion, faithfulness, and selflessness! - We marvel at the disappointing present: What did we do together in a storm of passions was only an edited draft of our disappointed unhappiness? - In the end, the same thing always pulls and strings, taking care of our heartbeats in spacious handcuffs when I daydream

about you to shake off the snares of my dreadful nightmares permanently you no longer pay attention to me: If you sacrifice to someone else with the fidelity of kisses I stubbornly, I waver! An overly hasty year is coming again, with our idyllic daydreams - maybe the wire-spike of our disappointment will still embrace us. And I know not what I may say, that I may pray with thy feet.

what would I whisper as a confession to your wounded eardrum, gently into the purple-vaulted vault of your lips. In exile of pain, it would be good to hold on to the teeth of the universe for sure, permanently and to feel the balm touch of your dark and drained amber hair with harmony. It would be good to know

that your immortal laughter, there was no fault in your elf patience as I groped for your sparkling light every single day, and I would have your wishes as blind moles.

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?!

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?

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?

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?!

A frightened orphan plundering like a greedy treasure-robbing Luxor royal tombs, like you - already a gentle hoarfrost pinched its head into depth and height as you consciously look into it. What spirit, what value, interest compels us every day as experimenting Sisyphus to compete: promotion, firing, the universal and general drivers of our struggle, which is our existence

is it in the micro-cogwheels to consume our bodies, strip our bones lean, and turn the soul into scarecrows of bone and skin, which sends its noble messages to us with the gift of immortality and eternal survival ?! "What can the Infinite, Eternal Damaged Silence teach you?"

Peace has long been sought and then found common wavelengths? And why not repel, tolerate, and cut with one-hearted silence like the striking lightning strikes of the Rock's natural laws, the crackling whiplash? - Just a few happier, and perhaps more independent, decades before finally being a glass foam, a pearl greenhouse

if the sea is mockery - and all their firm, uncertain decisions, and their meaningful countdown to the Unified Everything: Are we well-determined in the fog of unfamiliar situations, while the hourglass of our mortality turns again with every Prometheus birth,

sinking, or tossing the Heureka sparks of our individuality into Adam and Eve's costumes to shine freely, yet without happiness, with happier satisfaction? - Fascinated and tasted among the flowering genera of flowering flowers, honey-rich, nectar-rich nectar for Eternal life - And as a reward, even the eternal burden and Love-hungry, yet selfish and cowardly, for a falling man will be sentient, beating blood from flesh - Like once organized consciousness, it is a particle of cellular biology, and its molecule from the placental shelter, the bladder of bladder, the organic Unfinished and eternal

has become an immortal part! And why is it that by birth, as an organic gift, we have gained Death, yet still struggle daily with the Kharubdis Gap of Uncertain Tomorrow as Sifif ?!

Wait for me again! Silently open your arms. It’s so nice to get lost in your flag-burning eyes now that I’ve long forgotten! You kept my head in the midst of your banging, purple bangs, and you cared my serenity to caress me caringly! As the caring mom evokes fear and the shadow of terrible goblins in the evening!
The unquenchable universe of truth is scorched by the flames in this minute that we have both received as gifts. Above my face you are: A blessed-looking, full-smiled angel. The wings of your protective swan hand weave around the abundance of my oak shoulders, my hairy, prolific Enkidu chest weaves around like an amber tendril,

s sudden! Wait for me! If you love don't go! The prison cell of the ancient loneliness has been let go, it will not let go. “I bathed with you when you were by my side in your infinite harmony, in your spacious sea-lap, which calms my rippling storms.

"I couldn't understand how long I could cling to your spasm rejection and my selfish exile?" Please don't even deny it: The first despised the tiny raging SMS You wrote and I always listened to you in the gap of your tearful hours; I supported you!

My destiny is torn! And I regret not committing the sins of my deeds anymore! Would I have ended up as a disposable rag in a love trash can ?! You tasted the silky Eden cube-wedding of my chocolate with a longing, ******-bomber: you gave a kiss even in questionable and fatal fragment-minutes!

Thirty-one? Is it true he approached sooner than ever! Can you believe it? With many of your rigores, you put the armored glove on the ground with a tearful diopter, but always with a raised head, you gave up and accepted without giving up! What about you?! For so long, they have not been able to reach the earth's threads of wide-contour ethers! XXI. century does it exist?

There is no bargain or consensus in the world of Tomorrow: Otherwise, anyone will be tormented! Did you just have the honest, pretended, True word: "We'll look for each other after college!" - Your words of hope echo in my head even now! Heed ,,! ' - I was forced to close myself and preserve our shared memories shining with an unbroken halo beneath the surface:

On every major occasion, I gave it to you with good wishes forever - while you knew everything about when you could catch up on my journey - and I had long since fallen out of surprise at everyone! All I could know is the ordeals of many years of fate tell me, were they for Nothing ?!

And when you were terrified, you hoped in my defense as an animal begging for help; because you felt thick pain in your lower abdomen. When you were lying in a hospital operating room, tortured with torture death as a trophy tied between surgeons ’butcher-knives while only your Appendix was removed.

A leech worm swollen from the intestinal tract of your intestines - have I complained or resented once? Among the many worrying, puffy fries, I brought juice and chocolate biscuits out of benevolence just to smuggle your mischievous smile back to the brim of your broken mouth!

Why aren't you by my side now, as you once promised? At least, if your good fortune brings it, could you message? What kind of friendship bond breaks up, breaks up so quickly? And why do I insist on a chariot that we never pick up, instead of permanently erasing, forgetting?

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

He starts, starts every day, and the man is unable to wipe the rush from his face. Between two rushes, they have a finite judgment in mortal times. A prudent citizen clings to tomorrow's momentum in the swinging stream of tomorrow. And though you know it will lose forever - you can still pay attention to the solid throne of the dawn.

The happier life with a bread-scent cannot be the unfortunate, stumbling-stumbling shipwreck. Prisoners of warfare stands for watching a hunger at night…

In cool, snow-white robes, they are in succession from the memorials of unworthy past and good friends. The handshakes that can be obtained as a win-win gift also made each other a *******-alleged promises, thread, and light-blooded vows.

Darkness on the syrup puddles of everyone is welcomed by betrayal. It would be good to open the onion peel as a wise man to declare and grow more liberated. The reverse embodiment of Marcona's wax puppets constantly testify and remind me of shameful conscience.

There is an anxious hope under the bush hands or pearl nails. Often, they are desperate for yesterday, and they crave for time. There are no more prodigal refuge in the reality of objects. Most witnesses are cowardly, while judges stare either with a dead deafness or persistent, unstoppable indifference to the outside world.

The tabloid and social media are full of root-nasty calculating glances and unnecessary shapes. Whose solid and faithful friendship could have been disappointed in every bush when they go for the recesses of celebrities in the face of won!

Lost faith, sensationalist world! Crowds of people are running around in a loser mess! Dirt people and five-minute smudges are poured on torso V.I.P. parties to their comfortable throat, and group bachanalia is not out of the question either! Where did his selfish Cassandrasah go to testify to cobweb prophets who wanted to testify?! In a shrouded self-defense, the Living One who burns himself as an internal cataclysm - perhaps he has not even grown up! Tearful vulnerability always surprises; my whim was left with the late tax! "Glass beads are screaming from prodigal eyes, and they take a crooked multitude of moments that tears can't lie!"
 
In their puffy, overflowing pride, self-educated terror staggers! A surrendered canary-kitten-gaze to small-style compliments soon vomits! It can hardly be a blind flight between free-living mass-consumer-eden consumers! Nor can a savior of life remain more up-to-date and wiser! "The truths of eyes gleaming among wasted body possessions can lie at any time!" The Expropriated Lives of Copied Worldly Stars; short-circuited circuits, drum death alarm!
 
A pathetic ballad of small external lives is going on in the cyber-dominated generations: Ipad, Machintosh, laptop techniques among mutually dulling idiot shows, how could a surviving man find culture?! "The beauty of the complete resemblance is that fame can ******* itself at any time - pale-path figures trampling its rich authors to the immortal Universe!" - a conscientious conscience struggles with witnessing conscience! - With faithful cosmetics, the cacti slaps of Being can be removed at any time, but they cannot be washed off

Lost faith, sensationalist world! Crowds of people are running around in a loser mess! Dirt people and five-minute smudges are poured on torso V.I.P. parties to their comfortable throat, and group bachanalia is not out of the question either! Where did his selfish Cassandrasah go to testify to cobweb prophets who wanted to testify?! In a shrouded self-defense, the Living One who burns himself as an internal cataclysm - perhaps he has not even grown up! Tearful vulnerability always surprises; my whim was left with the late tax! "Glass beads are screaming from prodigal eyes, and they take a crooked multitude of moments that tears can't lie!"
 
In their puffy, overflowing pride, self-educated terror staggers! A surrendered canary-kitten-gaze to small-style compliments soon vomits! It can hardly be a blind flight between free-living mass-consumer-eden consumers! Nor can a savior of life remain more up-to-date and wiser! "The truths of eyes gleaming among wasted body possessions can lie at any time!" The Expropriated Lives of Copied Worldly Stars; short-circuited circuits, drum death alarm!
 
A pathetic ballad of small external lives is going on in the cyber-dominated generations: Ipad, Machintosh, laptop techniques among mutually dulling idiot shows, how could a surviving man find culture?! "The beauty of the complete resemblance is that fame can ******* itself at any time - pale-path figures trampling its rich authors to the immortal Universe!" - a conscientious conscience struggles with witnessing conscience! - With faithful cosmetics, the cacti slaps of Being can be removed at any time, but they cannot be washed off

Out of bed, pounded, humiliated to wake up to the Real: The Sustainable Universe is now suddenly shattered to pieces, as we once caressed: flirtatious winking eyes of eyeballs, an orphaned tuft of hair, or a confession of love that has now been finally sacrificed!

- There are no gloomy days not to ponder: I protected a vulnerable lily thread from selfless, and in the end I got the fate of disposable, recyclable rags, myself! Konok's stubborn oppositions are my law and my right to warn that there must be and be a more beautiful and better existence among the signs of tolerance!

- Today, all dreams have been shattered: Nervous vapors, breaking diamond tears are still fighting, fighting, on my face, the chubby hamster's tail is still there!

- Only one can be happy now, for whom the fragile happiness found with confidence and longing for karakan, that he did not seek it, he only listened to his heart! It would have been better, then, to confess at that tangible and immortal moment, to say that two

so we just laughed at each other. That it was worth cherishing the palaces of the wounded tears forever, devoting handkerchiefs to each other! - But that's fine, and now it is impossible to change and shape it in the finished event: My cowardice and tutyimutyi half-heartedness is accompanied by the irony of self-pity,

A shining planetary continent and a true pearl star stood in front of me in pairs and I only dared to prove the wonders of my burning emotions on paper.

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

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

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


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

They already say - not only the wiser ones - if they still exist here on this Earth, that we will surely fall a lot, my friends! Even Existence will become more and more expensive, and as soon as one or the other willful moles-mums are kicked out of good-sounding jobs, where it is exceptionally not necessary to work thirty-six hours straight, the state of permanent-total weightlessness will still be in half of our lives, if it happens.

It's as if the external and internal gravity has completely disappeared, since deeper psychological and subconscious forces are at work there, even if anyone has any conscience left to do it. Because those who already step inside, they wander by themselves looking for a way out through a life left behind.

It is no longer possible for the creative person to simply put his head down to creative, feasible ideas, since the so-called about filthy-***** financial sources, sponsors, and producers who, with little brains, are even willing to finance a private project - of course with a fat, twisted profit -.

This is how the synthetic, uncertain Future devours and inhales its unsuspecting victims in seconds. My false metronome keeps clicking in the ears of people who are hard of hearing, and even now they don't really understand which decision or answer would be easier: to survive this *******, confused Whole, or to hide in your tiny holes and mouseholes, maybe everything is easier there?!

The last, ending fatigue almost deliberately wears down, withers, and determines almost everyone. The great Nothingness of the single, finite minute-moment, just like a sloppy lighter will - maybe - extinguish itself now, just like a stray matchstick...

Raging-resting sea circles are already enticing the drunken pupil ship: seeing his seeing love-stricken boy should be lifted out of the universe of light of the Universe once and for all so that he can exist with more courageous determination! He cherishes the black crystals of shadows many times with deceptive eyes and many times they hardly know what to do with fragile reflections! The perfect annihilation of the feeling of Eden itself: In a single all-promising kiss, in the laughing crossfire of silently confessing gazes, in the always sincere rippling of tears, the confession of truth seems to be plucking signs!
 
Humiliated insult and suicidal offense are tattooed on a restless soul! Common sense stops on the petty prey-winning paths of the vile cat-and-mouse wars, and only ruthless deeds matter! - Every minute is a killing click in the depths of the soul and in a knife-edge silence it is not possible to know exactly who can remain an eternal Friend and who is an enemy?! The stuttering Moon has asked for permission many times before it can detect its tooth protein for good! Taxi-yellow anxiety is already related to the suffocating darkness!
 
They pedal many times like dogs and enter a self-carved stack of darkness! Today, being a **** and a celebrity taho is a way of life, and the cultural alliance of brains is being persecuted by many and quoted before the Inquisition of Idiot Branches! It would also be better to empty the dishes of Infinite Time, which are full of intentional deficiencies! In the infant light while rehearsals kneaded my limbs, my face remained a sad kid face! How predictably can the judge be smart, who is forced to listen to testimonies on a daily basis?! Even in recurring hopes, we believe less and less

His tickling mustache drew tiny pits on his bowed face; drops of sweat clung to the roaring Frederick's comet; he loaded his truck and knocked like a rhythmic chase into Infinity repeated to boredom! Only his beard could survive; it was just all your contacts! He carefully collected the contents of filled marmon cans as he did not throw anything out! The tragedy of forgotten football is the heart pounding!
 
The narcotic **** of the heatwave! Does your organization - not knowing - feel anything else; The road to Gyongyos Visonta is still very far back! Fifty years are barely past! He only shaved once in the mirror, and he always fought with the feeling of lack found! She has a beard! He never gave his dignity to anyone! - The tomb has been covered for decades; the October wind blows memorable obituaries! Whoever knew him could always listen to his wise advice!
 
I wonder what happened to the truck and the house; already in every perishing and even the tiny strands of idyllic childhood must be gathered together as truly precious True Beads! And as we inhale the yellowish scent of memories, we are also overwhelmed by creepy restlessness! "You are now looking at this ever-bustling army of ants from above, and you are shocked by the chaos that some have been able to get here!" Many times I still listen to his laughing laughing in my harassing mind; silent silent tears start on children's faces one by one…

A damp, unkind, unrequited, poisonous mind. The sofas are already trying on lingerie, stilettos and luxury lifestyles, and may feel offended when someone stands up on a spontaneous heel and judges a person. This can only become the cultic, exotic petals of the bachantic guild angels and ***** canaries who ******* their souls.

Like an insect, the dirt, with some contoured makeup primer, recreates their self-indulgent frustration from long, persistent suffocating cigarette smoke. With its proud exotics, its lily-of-the-valley headlamps are backed up by a lustful desire to lure, a step-by-step pride: how to be more effective and better off the vulnerable prisoner of one's selfish-greedy life ?!

Human, ambitious morals also become negligible goods! Houseplants with their hairs surrounded by sneaky peacock snakes, they carefully strangle their current V.I.P. The blurry, crystal clear, concealed light stripe can quickly cut and strip the syrup pitch paths of darkness. - He wraps himself in a corner with enough silicone bosoms and pains the stigma in his ashes; as a woman so they could never be humiliated!

The hollows of hell are bubbling up in the heat of his disguised inner-tempered fervor; the creepy cold mastery of waiting passes through the curvature of his body's petal petals. Silent in the violence, the little girl then breaks loudly, growling to the surface. His pleasant dignity is already in the news, and there is nothing.

As he is once again slapped with fierce, ruthless executioner hands, a murderer pleads with embarrassment for his soul. - In the sea of ​​invisible emotions, the eggs of the Universe lick the hyena-ink fish - and he, too, feels the secret responsibility of best ever ending the betrayal of his body, enjoying his radiant motherhood and living a viable second Life of Hope!

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

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

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

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

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

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

In vain would many useless dreams be cherished by the proud consciousness, but the serpentine-killer Being spikes are constantly injuring our arms! In the cracked crevices of roof tiles, like a straining medical temper, he stretches the boundaries of insidious water drops of insidious water drops; thief as a stalactite of icicles weaving icicles the cherishing roof of the home house! In the spaces of my accumulating, commissioning years, I meditate many times long! Let me ****** you calmly rabbit tail, undigested miracle!
 
How much can my faithful culture be worth in the unfaithful-unworthy present?! The eternal-child's heart-busting harbor-kills comforted them with their rocking dreams and message that on the heart-stage of the games we can always be one-of-a-kind Unity halves of our other half! What kind of noble service existence can it be, which returns to its spiral circles selfishly, while mourning the past and the future at the same time?! - The fallen human heart would wink towards intoxicating, exotic romances, and honey could easily become bitter in the face of its petals!
 
There is already such a vicious, disenfranchised grace in the flirtation of angels that an orphaned shipwrecker can only understand with stuttering; in all innocent, childish sadness I mourn the volatile movement of my blonde being! I watch as a frightened, petty animal that dreams voluntarily fall into the redemptive Nirvana Gorge into nothingness! Conversely, I carry skewed shadows alternately in my soul and in my curving back as well! "Behind the backs of silence, the well-conscious, sneezing ness digs a pit:" You can rarely defy yourself alone with your destiny! " - Days of residual embers glowing in my green eyes pond, and I would wait for my liberating Beloved!

For lack of a better person, people with a charismatic heart, with their slapped morals, they are all guiding themselves in a web of petty lies! Everyone's own, vivid echoing voice whispers the judgment in their brave-bold-listening ears: every repulsion, trampling is already legal and legal! And the fact that little people are miserable is a big fish pipe responsibility! In the Garden of Eden of Others, the life of phlegmatic celebrity jerks grows with disgusting success! But you can still live!
 
On the side of Barbie dolls in luxury speedboat categories, with back-moving biceps and barely hazelnut brains, Titans stretch! Everything is played, falsely disbelieving! The unruly heart is already bleeding a little more! Miss zero tolerance Dear! Just be careful Sweet! With its shapely garlic **** and stiffening heels, the gutted manhole cover is also a life-threatening area!
 
It is so self-contradictory on every level of denial Being that in its grotesqueness it is more mournful than pitiful! Greedy initiates foolish actions only so that he alone can win in the camp of unlimited usable credit cards! "Names that have been overthrown in the dark are forgotten by intentional, useless rogues!" It’s hard to turn from the Avitt era of the undead to ensure his survival, he carries out laws to his liking and breaks loopholes!
 
He is entangled in his stupid traditions with a deliberate propaganda purpose; it also tends to gnaw at its semi-preparatory future, except that it does not have to continue to agree! And because he always thinks that behind his victories, which he believed to be lasting, there is always the assured danger of the fall of Prideful! "That's how the famous Nobody lives today!" They are eagerly awaited in their hearts when they can joke with commonplace, cheap simple sentences

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

Requiem for immortality
  
    
  
He could no longer know anything that he would fall into Nothing with a kiss-praise, as the last confession in which cramps trickle into the impossible - unbearable volcanic eruption, cosmic collision of spheres, whirlwind of eye wars

Your Archangel has not faithfully torn your blood-twilight lips to the tune of balmy romances - And he couldn't know anything from you that his kiss would comfort him! But there was a short circuit, the connection that thought immortal connected two wandering shipwrecks, maybe it was finally broken!

- The wild and silky-green torn hills of the ancient Celtic ridges could not bring you peace either, because you could not know the answers, in the darkening pond of your eyes, cynical sparks had not bounced for a long time, you yourself are a childish dream image, you are a junk prisoner of our toy!

In the corridor of my soul, you can no longer greet with a grin, you are determined that the germ of your existence could not be adopted fertilized by the earth! - You just wouldn't have left me forever! How I could have felt beneath your throbbing body landscapes bubbling, bubbling, and feathering flirtatious bubbles in your oxygen carrying molecules!

Now done: The siege ring, which has besieged a knocking heart so far and is now tightening its throat, stretches it out: It is forced to swallow a deadly dumpling curse while the dehumanization gorillas are trampled on!

In the face of people, you search for the impossible: the apocryphal obituaries of unfulfilled dreams, desires, and emotions, the tiny requisites of lives, which in one pair of eyes, in shocked recognition, are still frightened and manifest! You cannot be independent, free in your emotions and thoughts, because if you follow in the footsteps of snarling people, you will become an animal: And where is the universal pledge of a laughing and liberating laughter today?

Can you know yourself if you spit on someone or betray you? You live your existence according to a recipe - but you can't guess the answers, the repeated questions yourself! - You greet the salivating, chewing kittens of cocoons who do not appreciate you with novel kisses from ivory towers of fiction who feel alone in their fashionable boutiques in the plaza and the Poem, the poetry,

as ars poetica, state of being, or vocation-consciousness perfectly independent of their complacent character! "Forever restless, prophetic dissatisfaction is straining within you: to arm yourself with etiquette morals, and to cultivate love in knees of poetry like a knightless, jealous knight!" You whine about yourself and accuse you, “Perhaps you were worse and more old-fashioned than These? Did you think you could resurrect it in the hearts of ladies like the song songbird, the immortal Universe, from the salted Phoenician ashes?

No! Polite gentlemen have begun to educate your wise people, and books that cherish knowledge, and no one can ask you, "Was a rich restaurant your main attraction or your luxury verde?" - No and not again! - It may be that a secret duel of minute-people is taking place these days, and the bohemian daring of the beneficiaries also wipes out the remaining, last stumps of chivalry

- but in the eternal flame of passions to find and recognize the complex, simple connections of the present with pre-coded secrets of eyes and glances: The Magic! Two human Hearts can only beat each other for each other!

Although I would know how long and why? - I should stand in front of myself. The Consciousness numbs and makes me self-pity: I am and I will be alone! I have nothing to do with selfishness at most! It might be worthwhile to rush for more, more concise things: to rediscover family peace after friends and acquaintances, and to have the opportunity to knock boldly through open gates! "It's weird that we're relaunching the pointless and bustling game of everyday life - just cheeky sculptures:"

Do you run among the wreckage ruins every day with restrained patience and inhaled teeth: A wounded tolerant soul among the weeds of weeds and tares? - No one notices: Wise and satisfied patience will only challenge your members. And laughs that often start sneezing can hurt like seven-kilometer spikes! Being humbly cowardly is still easier and feasible than being shot in the barrel of common sense

Towards yourself possible targets s board up the dark *****! Therefore, if the gospel comes as a surprise that I have won, or won instead of someone — perhaps the equivalent of mere chance — I am amazed that my own soon-to-be-desperate sniffing pessimism will remain with me even after a day rich in values!

Either way I would try - if one could break out of the congested dams - but I can’t, I’m afraid: The seizure of opportunities is running fast as a fast train every day! I'm a mortal and hesitant! True! - Like everyone else: I lack help hoping for eternal salvation and enduring friendship!

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

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

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

I would do my long-standing business, but there is no need for hermit witnesses! crouching ferry usages, human wrecks are moving on self-deprecating for their own benefit and they are learning to be a further guttable Being! Self-exited, re-established wild hordes tread the compromising Order on the way! The smell of burnt human flesh also makes them more annoying! Drunken, bred with great power intoxication, phlegm-chirping, pseudo-preachers would dictate the changing trend, and if it was hand in hand, it would have long since lost its conscious, preservable dignity!
 
They carry a roaring Lator cross modestly, while under others they light bonfires! Péter Pán's complex seedlings for the bohemian youth are marching around their necks with a umbilical cord rope around their necks! - In our idyllic freedom of the press, they even sublimely search our thinking brains; a couple of wandering experiments and study formations will only be able to survive if the "some" want to and the people standing around the honeycombs nod - but with lonely wolf-witnesses stuck outside the circles, what else can they do if they are stuck in further fragments, constantly sinking will they be lost?!
 
He holds us up with his back, while the ruthless Fate plays with us well; Being gives us a broken, bittersweet realization! Waves swirling await us with a mixed warning of fear! At the final frontier, the only edge is often the only luck that can be turned with crooked fingers...

I would do my long-standing business, but there is no need for hermit witnesses! crouching ferry usages, human wrecks are moving on self-deprecating for their own benefit and they are learning to be a further guttable Being! Self-exited, re-established wild hordes tread the compromising Order on the way! The smell of burnt human flesh also makes them more annoying! Drunken, bred with great power intoxication, phlegm-chirping, pseudo-preachers would dictate the changing trend, and if it was hand in hand, it would have long since lost its conscious, preservable dignity!
 
They carry a roaring Lator cross modestly, while under others they light bonfires! Péter Pán's complex seedlings for the bohemian youth are marching around their necks with a umbilical cord rope around their necks! - In our idyllic freedom of the press, they even sublimely search our thinking brains; a couple of wandering experiments and study formations will only be able to survive if the "some" want to and the people standing around the honeycombs nod - but with lonely wolf-witnesses stuck outside the circles, what else can they do if they are stuck in further fragments, constantly sinking will they be lost?!
 
He holds us up with his back, while the ruthless Fate plays with us well; Being gives us a broken, bittersweet realization! Waves swirling await us with a mixed warning of fear! At the final frontier, the only edge is often the only luck that can be turned with crooked fingers

Only the gaze laughed out of heaven, with the merry music of sparrows, message to the heart. Only two fragile hands that touch it with care will comfort you when you need it! Just an immortal smile that promises the Universe and then offers you its fruits of Eden! He promised with the appearance of uncertainty while Everything was himself!

There was: A brilliant rainbow to drive an overcast cloud sky out of the chimneys of my head and to expand the vast prison boundaries of trust around us! What a happiness I liked: It was an empty loss of eye light, and it was possible that only grief grew bottomless ditches!

There is only one sure point left: Mutual self-deception, false consciousness. "Tell me, honey?" do you still love me? ” My pounding heart whispered to him. "Better than anything in the world!" The gracious, false words were still a little poisoned.

Yet I tried my best to win the reciprocity for good in glittering eyes! "Instead of fragrant wreaths of bouquets of flowers in my hand, I cherished chunks of chocolate for him - I still remember,"

and not easy to forget! You see! Blessed is a mischievous angel hiding in secret between your lips halfway, and he couldn't stand the pretended cowardice for a while! I didn’t talk about it either, which is why I never, but in my heart, the vein of glass finally cracked with an irreversible act,

when your novice knight, your love of heart, grew beside you, and you did not mention in a single, innocent word that the melody of our beating heartbeats was also transcribed by Fate.

When the shore tear between the two of us was completed: An important, small piece of the heart was broken with a huge sparkle and delicate strings: disappeared! - The internal organs that kept the weight of your true pearl tears, the transforming heaven of your happiness in you with the gaping depths of caves, are now offended as looters

with the words of silent bells they keep sobbing and do not understand: How could you let go, without the hope of a joyful reunion, the One, the True ?! A wounded tear burst out again and dripped its way like a soundless yet talkative glass ball, mercifully on the crater solitude of your ash face. "I was the first to lose my dear: You have left for a limited, perfectly sterile world, and a well-deserved marriage may have flourished in your heart forever!" Slowly, deliberately, the Secrets have legitimized in my heart: You may love me even more than anything, but inside, where something was swollen and tense at your gaze, now only the gaping, perforated like craters Nothing yawns!

And finally, you can see yourself filled with happiness; smuggling the belief that your heart might be fuller could be better than chasing the destroyed emptiness of your brave words endlessly! "I would ask you, your blessed hand, to take the pledges of my truths, the promises of my kisses, as a pledge," and I will take care of you on every doomed day of my life as before.

Warmingly, on my face as a mother's forgiving babbling, you ran like a swan wing with your caressing, artistic, vulnerable hand: Many times you thought you were sick of not giving yourself up like the secret maximalist notable mark: You spun! And you have crushed your vulnerable glass beads in your eyes for your pain!

But you were strong, responsible then; you kept constantly reviving the wandering flames of the tear of my urge of despair: "Don't give it to me just for once!" "Your tiny, kind hand soon, minute by minute, dispelled the clouds of my pessimism from my head." - comfortingly

you could only babysit. As an encouragement, you promised your eternal friendship as a gift - I should have protected the palm thread of your destiny on your ruddy network of reddish veins, with the kisses of hero-lovers in a timid and silly way,

that the budding minute in which the fused infinity of the two of us was fulfilled should be eternal! The sword-hand of the Adonis — seems to have preceded consciousness, hidden in the alarm bells of heartbeats. Immersed in your impatience with your fleshy fruit tongue, in the bombardant selfishness of kisses. But did you learn anything from the Silence that made you

and was your person imbued with a breath of air, sure of air? "Now, in preparation for the heat, goblets of flowers are stretching in more and more unbridled fields."

Around the round, the golden sunlight greets the delicate nature with superstitious flows of honey - Who is babusgat, beware, protect your little hand? Where have foggy, nightmarish dreams and the belief that the Graspable Reality is not just a dream - but, derailed rejection of opportunities! Now in whose hand shall I take thy kindness, your understanding and goodness.

In addition to the delight, the head of the Komis tyrant immediately struck the rampant selfishness, which was handcuffed with the desire for possession of possession; While some have a fulfilled miracle for others, the unexpectedly fulfilled nine months of eternal watershed is an unworthy ending of a happy, forgettable idyllic era, as men are wild, beasts, and still selfish, because they can imagine the little men on the way to Placentan's tunnels , but the demanding, greedy desire for possession that deprives most of Mom from loving a man as her own child.

, Sweetheart! I don't want a kid! Another colloon on my thick neck! "Said the insulted vanity from the mouth of the Test Testeron Tithan, then walked smoothly from the life of his beloved lover in a smoke. He didn't even look at the hospital's obstetric ward to ask how and how they were more expensive With all the treasures of the world.

The whispering baby whispered in his cherished arms with stubbornness in his cherished arms, as if he had a full right to get the absolute love finally and then keep it to himself. He eagerly ****** in the life-fitting breast milk, and while the beautiful pregnant mother, who recently complained about how she was going to be a pregnant, disgusting ball in the bikini on the beach, now finally understood that she could get the most beautiful gift she had can ever hold.

So the pregnant mother became a little half-adult, half again child, and she felt in her heart how the universe was just a dance of instincts, and later meat-blood. And while the relationship break, it seemed, it was never more radiant, balanced and happier!

The Alliance of Old Friends seemed to be renewed again when the mobile rang: "Don't be sorry, but you could come in! I became a baby! "-and the long-forgotten, adolescent adolescents suddenly started flaming again. It came with a human-height teddy teddy bear and meaningful broth. There was no need for words that were unnecessary.

I would like to cling at last to a rock of refuge, which has an angel face; which does not judge in vain, and does not sue. It stretches out its angel-winged back to me, And like a sure fortress it protects me impregnable! In my eyes I would have such a lady of backbone, Who with her superstitious holy glance Would lift me from the hell of the muddy earth, When all is not well in this world.

In all the minutes of eternity, two faithful petals of a flower, Our heart's voice would tremble for each other, And the deceitful, ***** play of our thinking minds Would be the romantic music of our naughty kisses. In naked bodies, confessing and confessing each other, we would solemnly open ourselves to the other, as the Alpha beginning of primeval creations. Perhaps we could heal the stigmata of the stateless-prodigal Time, which daily bites into us with its executioner's claws.

The Nihil-claws of murderous nails do not matter to him who is protected and lifted up daily by the power of enduring, secure love! In the still countable bliss of our presence, radiant in its earthly surplus, we may yet feel the mysterious-secret serenades of our throbbing echoing hearts; on the cherishing soul's mart of water-lily leaves, may we discover each other at last, like curious, deceitful little children; in mischievous-playful joy-curiosity! - What an incredible force of spirit could feed the meeting we have arranged!

The friend and the stranger would walk towards each other, and when we took each other's sweating hand, we could both rejoice!

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.

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.

On the winding serpent rolls of the streets between yellow and faded faces, I might know you if I want to: My selfishness and attachment keeps me alive for the time being! Where did you leave your beautiful flower-smile? And the degraded standards of villages stretching in the fertile lap of valleys? - the romantic moment of unification on the crested ledge of wind-torn rocks, in which the purple-roses of our lips fill the essence of immortality? "Now how much would I ask you;" here nestled in the eloquent silence of mountains, amidst yawning omissions, self-mutilating tears!

Behind me, the wounded twilight had just exploded. I stood more and more half-heartedly, and aimlessly, because I was shocked at the sober disappointment at the sight of your Judas kisses that you handed out at noon! How jealous would I have been? Come on! When the vulnerable need was pressing and I would have needed someone to whom I could speak, and because between the spit on the eyes, no one could really know and present only you!

"You will realize it once again when I stand before you, and you have to decide with your conscience: How to proceed?" Can coexistence still conceive? I can't answer! At most I can only feel for you, the fundamental right of a responsible decision belonged to you! "And now I'm thinking in a self-righteous way as a series of grumbles: What if you had humility in front of your feet?"

I would bow to the Essence: Irreversible, and unquestionable; What was so perfect about your other Knight in Adonis that in the depressing kiss-fire flame you completely melted and gave up your common sense ?! "Perhaps if you become a parent once and then you will understand," the broken, broken heart beats differently, it feels - the attachment of immortal Faith is never a trite flame, a foggy sanctification

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

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

The silent, quartz frictions of the silence may even enter under the skin, just like most of the lousy, slippery creeping worm. The silence that increases the silence may now seem even bigger than it knocks on the wind, swearing. Words, like the tossed stone eggs, are often turned against each other. He had ****** in with his digestive juices, while the bottom of the research eyes had long been dug and crumbling.

Man seems to be trying to force himself into a perpetual rogue or lying role nowadays, which he is forced to endure as an invisible protector; Many things can be crouching - but feared - there is no use, no value.

Along the silk cord, the wealthy people are now drawing a border price that was once a community playgrounds or nature reserves, but they can parade on snow -white luxury yachts, and they are already plenty of it; The realistic reality seems to be more and more sandy, and sooner or later, as an uninhabited Sahara, everyone would perceive themselves.

In a human look, lonely stars have recently been captured and can not deliberately find their places. Because now we are very good at not standing in everyday life; The bubbles of minutes, like the airships fall apart, sounds like a curse for decades of Sanda speech in common slang or thief tongues.

The exotic beauties of schools are also grouped into selfish, small-style sects! How many have already called themselves ******* Virgins?! He coded helplessly on creeping street corners while longing for true Immortality! Léah taverna-pimps gather Judas swags, which are easily obtained with insidious intent; who will drive the industry to nausea sooner or later, and it will be too late for those who can be saved! You can get a slap in the face for a cheap overnight swing! The usury ushers, small-style house angels, preach with responding lap-jaws! "Even a calculated crazy crouching Shadows turn into a camphor with dreams of whistling!"
 
The non-Golden Medium carries the shadow of swaying hangovers the next day! Light on the powdered faces of deaf people closes and the botox collagen starts to spawn; it can be lean consolation just for the risks of survival at all times! Hordes of men, with overbearing arrogance, scatter insidious handshakes, cheap promises, and when the age of proof comes back, they step down! Even today, disaster-prone melodies make us ******* dances, and it is not certain that the life-giving Light can still cling to the depths of darkened algae!
 
Great mouth heroes, diligent throwers can only scrape out the orphaned chestnuts for this present-day Present! The crimes of leisure pumpkins are swept under the rug with a calm heart! "Unruly, otherworldly brain evenings split into shards, and among the millions of small glass pots, gurgulans are the many pieces of the throbbing True Pearl!" Vigilant squatting dogs in the barn of vigilantly guarded alleys roar; themselves themselves can scarcely know who can be friends and enemies? Some troublemakers have retired already, and now it would be so good for a prophetic eccentric to be able to lead the way for sure

The exotic beauties of schools are also grouped into selfish, small-style sects! How many have already called themselves ******* Virgins?! He coded helplessly on creeping street corners while longing for true Immortality! Léah taverna-pimps gather Judas swags, which are easily obtained with insidious intent; who will drive the industry to nausea sooner or later, and it will be too late for those who can be saved! You can get a slap in the face for a cheap overnight swing! The usury ushers, small-style house angels, preach with responding lap-jaws! "Even a calculated crazy crouching Shadows turn into a camphor with dreams of whistling!"
 
The non-Golden Medium carries the shadow of swaying hangovers the next day! Light on the powdered faces of deaf people closes and the botox collagen starts to spawn; it can be lean consolation just for the risks of survival at all times! Hordes of men, with overbearing arrogance, scatter insidious handshakes, cheap promises, and when the age of proof comes back, they step down! Even today, disaster-prone melodies make us ******* dances, and it is not certain that the life-giving Light can still cling to the depths of darkened algae!
 
Great mouth heroes, diligent throwers can only scrape out the orphaned chestnuts for this present-day Present! The crimes of leisure pumpkins are swept under the rug with a calm heart! "Unruly, otherworldly brain evenings split into shards, and among the millions of small glass pots, gurgulans are the many pieces of the throbbing True Pearl!" Vigilant squatting dogs in the barn of vigilantly guarded alleys roar; themselves themselves can scarcely know who can be friends and enemies? Some troublemakers have retired already, and now it would be so good for a prophetic eccentric to be able to lead the way for sure

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

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

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

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