Halfway between my two hands, perhaps, that certain bottomless, lasting disgust will still splash out, like when the diligent, eager patience picks beetles from the emerald leaves of pleasingly grown potato beds, so that there will - hopefully - be no more problems with the crop. As if they were slippery, exposed slug bodies, as if they did not want to understand that they too have their place in the cyclical order of nature, as in the ranking of ecosystems.

These heatwave days greet us now in idle, sparkling whiteness; black cannibal laughter is heard surprisingly close, as if it were the howling of greedily starving wolves, who are not afraid of the cheap anger of hunters, nor the terror of lightning rods.

- A universal age of unbridled debauchery, like a test of floods, as if it wanted to inject itself into the smallest, almost micro-millimeter poles of man, from which there is no escape, but - true - hardly any salvation. Because between pores there is still inevitably hiding, and secretly and cautiously fleeing some inner misguided memory, refuge: the hanging of eyes without perspectives towards the uncertain future.

Man would almost constantly try the nerve endings of sluggish indifference, beneficial infarct-shadows nestle richly in his heart, while he receives a small pension for the time being. Nothing will come of Mak's captivity, because something is preventing him from doing so and will no longer allow him to exercise even the simplest of actions, which wouldn't hurt if it could continue for another twenty or so years!

See you in captivity How many times have I wished, when I was a grass-boy, to creep into the actors' dressing rooms through the secret snail passages, like an invisible, otherworldly friendly ghost, a wandering spirit. It would have been nice then, disappointed and a little cheated, to step onto the spacious, creaking boards and, like Pious Yorick, Fastaff, or Graciano, with his head held high among the spectators, confessing the petty, naive, seemingly innocent, holy lies of everyday life.

Oh, in my mind I was greeted in Thalia's noble panopticon as an old returning guest who would only stay until he could see his favorite actress's face up close and wish her: "Big hat" - for her public appearance.

- A sly joke, a human gesture - the theater didn't do much, because money was always coming down the drain, and because an actor's hands were always tied! He sticks a drawn smile, a glued halo, angel wings on himself, so that the average person would always believe faithfully that Reality was just a kind of forgivable, idyllic appearance, a childish little nonsense. I could never understand how anyone could play a character and radically transform his or her mundaneness, behavior, etiquette and whatnot - why is it that after stepping off the boards that represent the world, the murderer would take over hubris-arrogance, haughty phlegm-excellence?!

"That was just a role, Dear Sir! I hope you understand!" - he replied. - I watched the sadness and restless hurt flow in my vulnerable soul and, like an orphaned child, I burst into tears in protest in one of the renovated restrooms, while outside the great play that deceived everyone was still going on!

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

Sweet love is so flatteringly so flirtatious, such a fragile decoy, that two swan palms that want to be careful rest on each other: almost fulfilled immortality adopts man! Yet something failed and shattered: In the sacred crossfire of all-kisses, we had to make peace one by one with the bitter pains of tearful tears: That spikes exploded into the heart, the emotion gurgling!

,, Don't kiss! Because you do not love me! Because we don't fit in, ”said the common sense and the flirtation, which was always confident. Tribute easily fell into the abyss! The consciousness of misunderstanding was too late: The Timed Bomb nestled in the blood-fibers of our minds, in the blood fibers of our bodies: Love exploded like volcanic eruptions!

We couldn’t know ourselves either, sacred recognition works like hell! - What a courage, what a hopeless loss of illusion, what an insane miracle that we breathed greedily for each other in the insatiable molecules of the moments and sniffed deeper and deeper from our common consecrated consciousness: Our eternal and unquenchable love!

"Now the five dawns of the morning are still dazed and drunk among the twists and turns of our consciousness: Late Winter is still ringing in winding streets!" I would soak up the faded minutes of my happier, more fulfilling days with you to shine again, for a little while longer: I would send you the messages of my orphaned tears through my closed eyes: I miss you so much, even now! - There are only two of us here:
The cruel seasonal rampage, and a loser accused of clumsiness!

I will be emptied once and for all when the armored-grown Loneliness crusts in my heart and surrounds me like a snag! I will have to believe with myself again every day that they love me and can appreciate me! I have to be killer-honest even in first-to-last encounters, flirting in the superstitious stars of sparkling pairs of eyes to believe - I really am!
 
Persistent and tenacious stubbornness glows like an eternal flame in me; my beating heart is a shadow of yellow cheese-moons! My body has not yet been dedicated to the romances of naked passions by the Universe! Yet the predictable uncertainty of Being binds me more and more so that I can question even after my mutual trust! "The outside world can only see the unsteady, unsteady, swaying man, even shaky!"
 
They also need a covered dress for prodigal ******, as I can’t expose myself! Many times I can’t reach anyone with self-reliance; my rib cages need to be caressed by swan hands in love if I want to be able to faithfully confess myself to my scapegoat! "It would be good if someone jumping over the trenches of my middle age, someone could find the entrenched skeptic in my sullen childish self and fill me with the peace of Harmony!"
 
It would be good as long as Judas and chirping, nail-bitten kittens teased out there dictate a brainwashed era of mass idiocy - the poetics of the poetry’s face could not disappear without a trace but as a kind attention the power of complimenting could remain!

CAVE OF BROKEN SELF-MOSAICS

Who knows how long it has been since you could not be whole?! Like a puzzle mosaic, I try to put you together with increasing difficulty, until Time flows halfway between my misguided fingertips; even then, the Sisyphus-heavy task could be eased quite calmly a little. In the cave of your soul, besides the emptiness nicknamed permanent, the conscious awareness of lack also digs deep, according to which: How and how should you act, so that you can tolerate those who constantly surround you and the great, sluggish, cruel world, which has been laying eggs on your ideas from the beginning?!

More and more people are playing deceptive games with you, manipulably unnoticed, and - I fear - what is absolutely irreversible cannot be reversed, no matter how much loyalty or all-conquering humility may struggle. You have turned to spiral paths of dislike - not only out of necessity, but because life with a capital letter, of which you are unfortunately a part, has brought you this way.

You could barely control your inner, untamed instinct; your hurt childish self-esteem suffered geller wounds in seconds. No matter how much you tried to rein in your scheming genies - I fear - they would be the ones who would trip you up first, or just keep kicking you further down the donkey ladder of existence as they please - your harmful demons are struggling because they are rootless, and you cannot understand the Morse code ciphers of the Self that has not yet betrayed you. Fate is now an even more lurking beast into whose eyes the uncertain present forces you to look wolfishly several times a day!

Gloomy darkness. Starless universe solitude. Persecutors feel such a vomiting drag when they are suddenly convicted: Simple victims of scapegoats, sacrificial grains of dust! Something in Matuzalem carries a burden with its pregnant siege waves in the proud sea. Maybe Pandora has long lost her secret box! Maybe aborted kisses are budding, personal romances? “Outside, the wind conveys the squeaky tossing and squabbling of sounds!

The fracturing water froze like frozen loves. Behind rushing clouds, machine birds are petting, chirping with each other: At least they are happy! Packed into tourists ’favorite cage locations: through the wounds of dawn, my sleepless minutes restless. If you get air turbulence and the machine shakes under me! Do you see me alone, you priceless passing over your head?

Do I see me with the proud gaze of envious skeptics? A stormy lover looks wolfishly at me every day, and when I lick it, he flirting with me flirtatiously too! In the deserted sand dune landscape, undivided darkness ponders and sleeps. Blurred shadows, ghost figures, surprisingly anxious beyond the bus window - my traveling existence has long been forgotten by the pounding of my heart! It travels upwards with the sea, proudly besieged by the lace of the skies, the colossus of Rhodes Castle: perhaps it preserves the cherished footprints of cooled relations? Maybe Confessions of Faithfulness? From the majestic dance of sea foams, the invigorating cell romance is goosebumps!

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

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

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

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

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

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

That changes almost everything! The majority of the word preaching the Truth, and in it the compromise that lurks in the depths of the words! And since it is appropriate to fight for Being, even a toad-weaning baby who demands love-hunger on a daily basis with legitimate selfishness, I weighed the uncertain risk of days as someone who knows what and how to do it - and yet I didn't get past the sure Yesterday!

And even now I have to live: A tempting Tomorrow with a promise of uncertainty will weigh me over! Did I do well and worthily that I didn’t waste the details either? Or should I have paid attention to the more meaningful forms and the ancient secrets of the intellect?

In intertwined chains: Bustling, bongling, intentionally and most importantly - crowded to each other in interest and deliberately repelled by human figures, the eternally dissatisfied instincts of the World. - How almost everything changes! Recently, my half-naked childish self snoozed in bed - and today, everyday, repetitive worries tear the load on my shoulders!

What I used to be: A dreaded fugitive, a frothy prisoner of compulsions — perhaps it will change and take away the bittersweet noises of imperfect tutu — which many have already whipped, and the lesser joys of Existence will be richer with it!

Our brains — as intricately tense, strange machinery, are straining, struggling daily with the Gordian knots of conscience on fine strings — and suddenly the secret of the only final meaning of Life opens up to us as a decipherment: Only then did we not live Fatally, and in vain selfishly, yet adhering to unconditional morals,
as an immortal transcendence: we also slowed down the fragments of the minute, and we brought happiness into our medium, even half-naked.

Like fetuses hiding in the womb; you try to keep it a secret from your selfish-visceral world! As startled, your little animal would gradually chatter from time to time to finally fall out! The tears in your crater eyes swell into streams, reviving your self-creating, selfish dreams! In accelerating years, maybe motherhood women who can still understand your playful infancy are nursing! Like your rich self rebirths! Tiger-meekness is so good to rest between the paws of a mother tiger even now; an angry beast protecting your cub take care of you! Which would be better? You are slowly falling out of your rhythm of life!
 
You can also open your gentle selfishness and then all the additional protection can go there! In a trembling fever, in the stream of the Universe, they seek each other together. Loyalty-sparkling hands; torment in lust, light in the night! - Your uncertain Being Calvary seems to stretch on your bones like a bony seed; self-digesting wild fever surrounds you daily to devour you: your disintegrated chaotic future!
 
You may not know even a gracious moment what it has to offer you! In your ongoing life, you exist with a glowing self! In your stellar loneliness, your Executioner Time also seems to be graying, the beards of the dead under the ground will soon grow out! "In your beloved giver's immortal womb, perhaps the creaking Future is dormant somewhere!" Squeaking your bowed soul into the cherished homes of deer eyes! It does not move back to your trembling self during the sprouting man…

As a false humanist, I deliberately denied the luxury of Being! I could not pertut with sin either, I could not make its insidious difference! It is called the Rooted Hermit Solitude and the daily etiquette-morality; I greet hesitantly between exhibitionist superficial superficialities; like an orphaned little commission kid! Unfortunately, I am more conspicuous than in the East, as I still advertise good manners among enduring partisan idiots and hordes of hands-on jerks!
 
Who carries the burden of a World as free will on his shoulders in his bloodthirsty eyes depends on its Vulnerable Loyalty! "It's rarely a place if you can find it under glorified debris!" I can't be a consonant or a total dance, at most an existing, selfish cocoa and postmodern! In the rumbling noise of tabloid media, the self-promotion of preserved willows was just enough! I intentionally turn off the rumble of wall-nailed speeches; weakens and tires a phrase that has been pressed and pierced many times, that our common issues will surely change! I even go against a hint of tamed anarchy against a wall!
 
The armor of our skin can hardly be a protection! Because everyone carries their selfish destiny in their throbbing heartbeat! Retaining loneliness can be the only one where emotions don’t get ***** unnecessarily either! Your environment is also alien to your body: snarling, constantly fake! Nowadays, the medium is crowned by an office and chirping songbirds are appointed hosts instead of minded skulls! A charming baby gaze, and all the stupidity is forgiven! - Color blind producers would be complimented by small-style Nobody!
 
Measured with gratitude money, those who watch the selfish audience data can already be featured! - Nobody distributes Paul's and Pálne's coins until only the crown of hick shines

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

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

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

Even with a beak-filled Prophet's throat, you shouldn't always catch a red mouth! I sit in foaming-scented, pear-colored solutions and maybe even get money for other waste products one day! The boiling bath and the unworthy, humiliated cold water are let down at once! Let the child-minded fool just freeze! The water level of conscious survival always crumbles a bit: just enough to allow the infected, salivating manure to drip through the veins! Every day, some people like to change newer and more fashionable snakeskins!

The self-agile little team of my Selfish Death is farming around the alleys of my body! The flashing handle of the out-entrance as a shelter option is given only to a few-rare! - I know for a long time! With every new excess of air, I multiply the sad loneliness of the Earth!
 
My body often searches for the greedily roaring Nirvana non-existence and often searches for the judging Moirák's hand like a needle-gray, plump thread! With strange-butane, fading humility, I still listen to the soft sighs lurking on the walls of petal heart-cups, and stepping out of my concentric circles, I move closer to something assurable, conscious Unknown!

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

People are slowly crawling beside me! Like insidious, undergrowth hatched from the underworld who have sins; in themselves, even the mirror drops of the tumbling Light always fall up! As if it were sticky cell plasma, Being! Attention in itself to worn-out, useless heartbeats; Discipline struggles with distance and presents new tasks every day! The worked-out minutes blur through the hurricane waves of sounds! Liars' lure hand explodes more possibilities!
 
Phlegm indifferent rotting reigns even in more alert spirits because my intellect is overcome by trendy ****; all self-knowledge can disappear if the personality cannot feed his own thoughts! There is little self-criticism on the masks of very plasticized larval faces, a defeated will trembling like an apostate on the street corner! - Many people are moving on a self-destructive path while the sure Career is also an iris! White-sponge desert is a vision burrowed up with empty brain ecstasy! The Sight Eye is also the sand of a white needle; marching in the dark!
 
Treacherous stars wink at me too Makeup falls from the betrayal of this now ******* World! Nowadays, is selflessness also quan ?! When the conscience dies, Man rapes himself and begs in every body for another refuge of Happiness! The Face can only measure in the truths of broken mirrors to admit for himself how much he may have scored on the sieve of Life! He appropriated all the gifts he received as a caress.

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

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

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

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!

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!

Above our heads, nuclear mushroom clouds, - perhaps - tiny missiles are circling instead of clouds. The empty, indifferent footprints of promises have long since disintegrated. Perhaps everything and everyone is beginning to find their own truth simply by getting tired or simply giving up on the possibilities that are running out. The petty tumbles of doubts and failures gradually become whole; they are worn out by the millstone of Being, which grinds and clicks at the same time and finally grinds.

Good Samaritans are not certain to arrive in the pre-determined Times; anything can happen to those who ask for mercy or are robbed, just as anything can happen to those who are already there, who are always taking advantage of others. Yet everything works badly if neither sin, nor filth, nor bedbugs can touch them, since all that is needed is a small, necessary, foreseen detour to ensure that the path of development, believed to be stubborn, is still secured. The other day, we are already convulsing in more and more Gordian knots; we are wasting half days in traffic jams sniffing out mass-collision accidents, when and where?

And while even surface transport does not really want to move under a smoke - we are forced to swallow the mole-like silence of the underground metro tunnels, tolerating it, because we are constantly missing deadlines. The wings of the angel of the happy joys that can be found have been cut off by someone; a bleeding stump rises and while a fierce suspicion creeps behind us, we will all gradually run out of time in the post-history era. - It became increasingly difficult for bleating sheep to get used to the tolerated sheepishness!

In the sonata stops of rarely recognizable sounds, when the secretly resounding sound subsides in a chain of universal cocoons; even between pipcs-superstitious lips, all fears of ancient-bitter screams! In all times, food is necessary for the soul and stomach! In the universes, eye-stars illuminate secret Planets of the Spirit as we finally fly out of our secure parental home, our mother’s bean-palm palm! We always get out of silently-abandoned Nirvana ends!

A Target ball rolled to me guaranteed the formulas of hard-to-obtain dreams; I can only like a *****, puffy tub in the eyes of outside observers! Watchtower, a pathetic powder foot of creation - from above it is full of all small and false prisoners!
 
The injured house wall slowly wears off its bullet-infested blood drop! It’s getting harder to find humane people in springy spots hidden in sidewalk edges! Many times, while driving the imagery and playing the amused fool, I peek out into the curious world with such alert eyes as an interested little child who would like to be friends with sincerity, and who can't understand what kitten lady-butters and ball-bellies are?! From my starving instincts, I would sneak back to my shipwrecked childhood, and in the besieged harbors I would hear the insignificant waves of light vibrating at the same wavelengths cherished traitors only in the march of sincere emotions!

“My startling sympathy quickly fades away and then returns to someone else’s forehead; my teary eyes are always crying! I also have to measure the love gazes woven from tearful petals on the measuring chain of my wounded soul in order! All trust: a maze dead end too

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!

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!

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!

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.

Whether the character s intention; a lustful, insidious, skillful will that will pave the way for petty self-interest to further liar-careerist paths! In an influential, constantly administered reality, everything has already sunk to the ground of one possible Impression Information! - Organized back into itself, another elk stroking a woman grows up as a bagpipe, holding even a valuable conscience for sale in exchange for fatter jobs!
 
The partisan court rejects the legitimate grievances of the people with real sincerity without a sock: paid shop window sensational lawsuits are needed for paid and false witnesses accustomed to flea markets! In imaginary fright, it is often believable to besiege ordinary peoples with bills instead of revenues stipulated in contracts! At the same time, we all carry the picture on our own: how will the wheel of our destiny turn without the help of certain helpers in the twilight of our old age, which can be sunk into an oldster pose?!
 
We have known for a long time, and many rely on it: in the labyrinths of compromises, trampled atonement can rarely occur; in our unreconciled torments there is still the trembling cry of wounded pains that tremble and groan! Many swear by the Hungarian lifestyles enriched with ecstasy, and when the era of realizations may have come a long time ago, everyone washes the ***** and forgiving sins of their pasts alone! - The collector's tinsel is already multiplying in human culture standards, it is easy to die in the sure prospect.

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

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

Man-watching, starry-eyed flame Why does it promise stubborn, headstrong Hope only to others?! You tell me, fair lady, the real, the crystal-truth! Dog-hatred and jackal-hatred become blood nowadays, And vague hopefulness breeds in the place of conscious realizations; Ideas are easily crushed! From our hesitant self-defeating chess-steps only Waste springs! The ******, outcast secret of decipherable end-points; the thundering purr of ruby drops of blood in the wound-litter of beating hearts threatened with infarction is evident!

He who daily serves the ivory-Culture experiences a whirlwind! From the twilight of disillusionment a safe and reliable way is seldom found! The cosmic downfalls of groaningly cicentric life-paths guarantee success for powerful oligarchic generals to dictate new, selfish terms! - Spiral Life wraps itself around itself like a shoelace: if it could, it would abuse its born creation to grab privileges!

From bone-lungs oozes syrupy-murderous silence, like hard-healed wounds! Even now the memories of the past carry dagger-edged cares to our feet; dreams are cherished by the babble of babes, and vows are made by the unruly Heart within itself! - Under the pathetic Existence, as a gesture of exalted dignity, prison walls are erected for the incomprehensible ****** of the stumbling obstacles! How does the over-dimensioned, pedestalized Man manage in the catacombs of consumer societies?!

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

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

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

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

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

In an unbridled consumption, on sweaty ******, our self-prostituting consumer society is buzzing: the hazel brains are walking idle around their own axis: their IQ is also a nasty double zero! This swarming leadership does not have to hand out sweatballs from sweating stahavonists! Fixed tabloid media has always had its fixed points! I deliberately prefer to avoid the V.I.P. light circuits of interrogation lamps: limited exhibitionism has never attracted me!
 
My chivalrous virtuus — no matter how much I wanted to — runs out soon; it would be good to settle into the kissing paradise of the Universe once out of temporary stagnant loneliness! Hippie pop cultures were to be re-written in the Echo era, but they would have been good for dating purposes! The honeycomb has been pulled out too many times in front of my nose! "I'd bet if I still had a chance at the permanent delusion!" I never asked for roller coaster sled adventures of uncertain origin! All channels and stations already have free sensations for half a tooth! Even our true emotions have just been degraded into magic wax formulas!
 
Who, as a free-thinker, would like to prepare the Guards to testify will be withdrawn from universal circulation early on: noble battlefields have also turned into pathetic rage! Hammer squeaky people were compressed by the hateful mass idea! Whoever watches the events of the galaxy up close will sooner or later deliberately burn himself! You're already deliberately betting yourself out betting on cheap gladiators! The breeding anecdote treasure sinks into a slick obscene text; homesickness for sincere romance is now just a by-product of the imagination! - The Nosti boy, who was deliberately forgotten in this century, chews on his past! And it stays more like a freshman at home!

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.

Eye-injured-threatened ordas-lights give birth to a daily turbocharged reputation! There would just be no cocoa rhythm disturbance! In numb, hazel-brained brains, the flaming-minded intellect comes out like a diligent perch! Life is not easy! As he was left alone, a fluttering feather would soon pass away! The narcissistic personality disorder cracked in the cosmetic alleys of the cheekbones trotted up and down sincerely in love diganosis can rarely be read in embarrassingly caring V.I.P. faces shattered in mirrors! "Many times the most compromising, stinky consciousness begins to suffocate!"
 
A leaping moral norm strains each other when massive smearing on the ancient ****** of bacchanalies is playing with intoxicating passions! Exclamation-sound could rarely have been so sincere-wonderful! The silent clarity of *** instincts is more and more influential instead of really getting to know the other! The walls that speak the whispering sound of rooms are intentionally blocked! Winking, cynical commandments dance in the watch of friends! They cannot escape to any of the younger paradises; they collide with repellent walls of memory who have all been silenced!
 
His condensed rhythms are tied to the network of my veins by spicy guilt! It would be better to face everything! Lovers can become star-studded lovers of all ages! If they are not careful, liars can no longer spare each other! All Truth is relative, junk crap! - Sitting and flattening among little-small tyrants, **** and temper irritate his voice-imitating words! "Instead of romanticizing, the traitorous Moon is constantly swearing for revenge!" Elemental passion already prostitutes everything!

Maybe I’ve been disgusted by the Whole for a long time p to pretend to heap on jobs on our backs, for cheap labor jobs, and all of us would go there — that others work two hours loosely a day, the other twelve hours a day, and then with these: Fate-tolerant they communicate with chopstick people, with grace-chiré grace: “That’s your wage! I would crack in your seats so I could earn that much! ” - Soaking in suicidal juice of self-pity, feeling of inferiority, loss of honor

now everyone: In the minds of many, it must have turned around what if there were no more Tomorrow, sipping for cheap hunger wages! "And there is no one under the dehumanized sky who preaches, 'Humanity to the son and daughters of man!' - You are boring: In your diminished moral mind you are ungrateful s

useless, you can only be discouraged when it comes to Truth and honesty, while you yourself have long since escaped the balance of tomorrow, on which your conscience will be measured, and how will you be, and by what methods have you been able to survive and tolerate?

- Perhaps it is better if a person is exalted or spit only after the moment of his death, and thus at least as long as his Vulnerability and Vulnerability is spared in his life, The worst fact: Man, leaving everything behind, without his favorite poems, going to the ground with the nakedness of Adam, and then the big Nothing moves to its place in a temporary framework!

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!

Through the many multidisciplinary glasses of Time, I wear the footprints of cowardly, intentional runs, old wounds! In the silent darkness of my blood-branched eyes he still sees and gropes palpable spots, like one who has wolf blindness; the seductive romance of balsamic sunsets first fades and then burns into my soul degraded to shipwreck! Every beautiful compliment and fashionable bouquet has become a commonplace! Paid guides explain where they can get their feet better on logic study trails!
 
It’s already going on a sleekmet ***** from the dazzling house of the many sizzling swear-and-talk screens! It’s as if brainwashed, culture-aborted beasts crave oxen from simple sentences longing for the word magic of cathedrals, while they can’t really understand simple magic words either! The gimmicks of kicked, dust-stricken kitty lives sink under puffy celeb people because of the **** things! In tortuous brains, the creative ingenuity lurking in the chain rings, as you know there can be no way to break out!
 
Pieces of ready-made, superficial dream-lives will fly apart if they do not listen to the Word of Humanity: the etiquette rules of good manners and chivalry are forced into a selective waste collection; Who else can find Treasures from the endangered contemporary, dying Anonymous cultures as the ruins of the sinking Atlantis ?! What kind of eye-catching publishers? "It should be seen beneath the surface with cosmic horoscope eyes, in the depths of vulnerable souls, and all that could once be valuable could remain in the migratory wills of migratory birds!"

Souls can no longer be released if a series of gratitude is dreaded, ready for commercial pleasures. Because they were deliberately escaped, like the derailed lives of the Ordas wildlife, the flower-flowers, and the desires of dreams, which may never have been fulfilled and will no longer be fulfilled.

It is superfluous to have all the vain monkey services that have recently become fashion-fashioned to meet and casting at the same time; Where did you come from? What do you want? How much cost -effective settlement did you think once you bought a tertiary degree in the flea market?! - Instead of answers, just look at how they kick the simple, tolerated average with a pair of feet where only selected social creams can go.

And just as the good old painter Rembrandt, who, at least, sold his own body, to get a smaller ancillary, and Durenmatt wouldn't be careful at the visit of the old lady. -A large soul detector cannot be enough or Wi-Fi if you want to say, why did individual people become wicked, less than a permissible average?! If they were to show the memories of their childhood, which seemed petty, insignificant, how they became vulnerable, humiliated to dust, perhaps they could learn more because of patient understanding.

On the coast of the extinct, uninhabited ditches of public workers, they are mate, tummy tubs, which can be called aesthetically pleasing, aesthetically pleasing; While one finds a used, broken-tooth comb, which may be good for his teenage daughter, the other haircut that has been chewed by his beautiful wife for decades. This is how they sweep up and then finally collect their sins!

There are roaring nonsense in the dugout cavities of Congolese skulls; cultural barriers are also deliberately dismantled by the puffing tabloid media! In the luminous sense, slowed-down, otherworldly loads reverse all the way down to the playback of low-cost stages! As an unfaithful companion, everyone was sniffed by infected, phlegmatic indifference! It is becoming increasingly difficult to paddle from the prison darkness of a closed blockade to the liberation workshops of literature! Shows sparking about the monotonous, jerky goodness of the show, and thirty minutes is enough to say, "How are you feeling?" - to get around the issue!
 
Grinning silly, chirping idiot kittens are already entangled in the barely livable everyday life, and if a cultural bankruptcy guard shows up, they will kick back into the Stone Age without silence! This is how a consumer, multicultural mass society becomes a self-digesting rust graveyard that is always skillful, small-style pimps pocketing the infected benefits! "Who else would faithfully serve in ivory towers produces a forgotten, lasting idea to throw away, and everyone is dizzy by the disgust of their remaining chivalrous good manners!"
 
It is seldom possible to create the idea of pallorizing the etiquette of tangled behaviors in slums that are sloppier than eggshells, and those who have believed to the death that Man can remain this current money-loving extremist.

You know very well: the breast of vulnerability fed you, and you soon realized that you are all alone in the face of the temptations of the confused, sneaky world. The inner boundaries of your personality - take good care of yourself - can collapse completely in a single careless moment. Thorns of stigma-pain flourish in you, while you have an incurable longing for the pitiful love you have stolen from others, which - as you yourself know - cannot be unconditional, let alone selfless.

You are constantly rather dissatisfied, while the weight of tons of years cries and wails over you. As a clinger, you tend to invent varied, deliberately colored lies for yourself, just so that you can escape and survive the next uncertain Tomorrows. The Universe - you once said yourself - has totally destroyed you, humiliated you to the ground, and even trampled you quite a few times, since you were never able to claim for yourself even the crumbs of the degraded, extinct human rights. The now permanent solitude connected with creative solitude has turned into desolation in your everyday life.

Your ever-doubting mind, eager to think, would constantly search for missed opportunities, but - as you know - there are fewer and fewer cultural value-saviors, who do their work not only for cheap interests and unnecessary, inflated fees - but for the sake of May the legacy of anonymous whistleblowers, deliberately hidden, be preserved in safe hands.

Even now, your hesitant movements and gestures are increasingly filled with unnameable expectations; your shared secrets - he is afraid - no one can protect them enough. There are harder, tougher days, when in reality you would rather get rid of yourself, but in every case the demanding Present pulls you back. There is someone sitting on the edge of your selfish, tyrannical torments and self-mutilation, pointing only at you!

A stateless, orphaned planet orbits itself! An invisible body to the outside world! Foreign matter in the mess! With a restrained spin, shake off the unnecessary frills, false Promises! He would entrust His selfish Judgment Truths to frightened deer eyes if he could! He would cling to a desperate survivor in the icy Cosmos space! Faceless trembling abandoned and alone!
 
It does not completely lose its Sunlight, which is still foolishly glowing around its axis! - The unspeakable number of measured sins, and no matter how hard the dwarves would try, is covered by the public media: the scapegoats may have remained perhaps the true Heroes: they do not escape their responsibilities! The innocent supplications of the lived truths float in interstellar space with importance! One could humbly learn to wear human proportions: not to grow and not to sink beneath them!
 
We will be identical with our sins and testimonies once; you should believe, learn and always be afraid of conscious insecurity! - Your self-deceptive loneliness is still breathing: Morality and Humanity are useless here! In time-carved nests, death alone works! Do you want to be a silly victim or a treasure-preserving skeleton? You would cut yourself out of a multitude of people so that you would not be left stateless buried permanently! He will solve and sum up a patient, despised bed-pit, if indifference is shattered: you have already put down Balsors and blind luck!
 
Your begging child smile no longer affects anyone, even in your freezing self-discipline! He is exposing himself today if he shows the essence of the Spirit! Fear s fear bends like a chronic stomach cramp! - Your responsibility has been in eternal readiness for many years as an embezzled responsibility! Reality degrades itself into a troublesome appearance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It is unnecessary to take back the polite right of self-indulgence - he is afraid. In vain! Amaga reduced to cordivat is proper, good manners, etiquette. And although - supposedly - the code of conduct is still in full force in some places; if one catches a brainless wild fowl **** for a change, it is better not to engage in intellectual and literary ramblings, but to simply move on with measured English.

There are more than a dozen businessmen-oligarchs, but there are only very, very few patrons who support culture, and they don't support just anyone, only those who can turn over their capital with a huge profit. People believed that everything of value, the golden mean, and humanity would one day find a way to the heart, to a well-considered, rational mind, but in reality we are once again at the point where everyone is playing against each other, playing the rules of the game that were still thought to be solid, and throwing a fit easily at certain mementos, to emotions belonging to humanity.

Because the tiny pieces of the given existence - if true, if not - are even now more and more consistently defining the unfinished facts of the smooth Present. Because the things that have happened at this moment are a bit clichéd together with the have-nots, which would still have been nice to implement in one way or another.

On the ribbon of the infinite world, they exchange messages that can be amplified to the point of pettiness, because they have long since forgotten what honesty can mean, when a stray teardrop unexpectedly falls on no man's land, and uncaring palms catch the trembling half-chest. It would be nice to follow one or two more rules, so that people know exactly, feel that even though they are stumbling in one place in the Hyena World, they are still there, and that crazy point of reference exists!

The cosmic sovereignty of the universes is the brilliance of the pearly holy stars. At heart, you are afraid first, and then echo blasts are frightened, scared - in every missed blast, we ourselves measure the sinful time-minutes. Pisly-moon moonshine conceivably turns into starving, round cheese, and the oblivious, mowing-to-darkness watches over its petty victims left unprotected with vigilance. Dark night birds still stuttering, waving quietly ...

The autumnal loneliness of tree leaves, even the well-deserved, intermediate state; Nirvana-nothing is contemplated in the annual rings of nature: beetles, animals, living fauna. - Many more forgettable, questionable questions and aggressive question marks; Létkatharizs bleeds itself into rose-toothed dawn. The raging dawn, like a wounded red blotch, gives way to a bolero tune.

Bucket; pounding ***** knock on the windows. Perhaps this is how the ominous sky sends us hidden star messages: Millions of tears from a meteor and comet shower brazenly, sadly the wind! Man is often better, fleeing to cowardice - a bed pulls into a cherishing loaf, hesitantly tolerating the gloomy veil of the night being torn apart by the pointed dentures of lightning: Whip-popping rumbles!

I can only listen to the murderous, compromised silence of the indifferent nature, sandan from the craters of telltale eyes, staring with a sly blink; fears, dreads, horror mists are attracted to each other, and they are not let go by strangulation - on the levels of nightmares.

I succumb to the roosting distortion of cosmoses! Raw diamond-hard reality is burdened only by my loneliness: It would be good to be comforted in maternal lap caring harmony only one last time! - I saw angry nihilistic sorrows fluttering from apocalyptic skies, and I imagined: The vanity of misunderstanding sits proudly on the ruins of my common sense!

Even in a disturbing chaos, madness is leaking, now I would just want to lock myself in between lightning-fast home walls, where celestial threat proves to be little, because there can be no other harm from raging rage - I would have looked up if there had been watchful stars! And so consoling in the midst of so many ordeal-like celestial horrors and plagues,

your self-sacrificing smile would have had a gracious effect on me! In vain! The meteor tears of the unspeakable pain of heaven still torment me!

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!

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

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!