How much easier it would have been without
the memory of the humiliated gymnastics,
which, with the whipping of executioner ropes,
haunted new targets every day with fear of death;
only a few could understand the Truth of
the present out of blood-soaked eyes!
All human Judgments and murders could be
measured against these only then;
finally, every insidious glance was already
a murderous thorn in our vulnerable hearts
and we sobbed doomed to lonely orphanage like alamus,
pathetic worms while we looked down
at our own soul wells, gathering courage!
  
We could hardly hear that any of us had
committed suicide because they could not
bear the stigma-wounding evils of their bachelors!
The writing campaigns also started with Executioner jokes!
In a treadmill world, magnified evil also seems bigger, scarier!
*****-smiled male pillars practiced slap-dancing times
until the “others” could learn how to serve and pit at the same time?!
Washed, washed clothes also had to
be reused, and the torn Budmilos bag cost a lot!
  
There could have been no pathetic chance
for the Guardian to escape the apocalypse
of everyday terrorist hells to Infinity!
They were forced to tolerate the pain
of the usurper as a lifeless object;
the sentient Spirit was as much drained as
the foreign matter from the tendons of skeletal bones!

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

It could easily be that you will also be like this: you will be expelled, a bohemian-cheerleader, a ***** of cafes, a bed of potato bags and tombstones listening in their hermitage! Disappointed with a frustrated being-writhing, - your faith stops as a balloon jacket crumpled in the door of small civic salons! "You couldn't be smarter than knowing they were ****** here."
The play of the great scams was certainly about you - your free verses, labeled unsaleable, were densely ground by human, forgetful, tyrannical reason. In the shadow-friendly dungeon of coffee table tables, there is hardly a friend who is really interested in who can help you.

Welded prejudices surround you, set fire to you, and smoke - You know: Almost nothing has become easier, more satisfied, and happier with a decent civic occupation! Your childish soul, who is eagerly demanding in the bloodthirsty swords of critics of sleepless wrestling: You could easily walk like a bohemian cavalier

cursed as a ghost, like a cheap conscience beheading itself on the shores of Kharon’s barge: a shivering country of the dead, a peaked-backed Tantalos-fearer will not accept! Do paper baskets calculate your quantity yields instead of competent members?

Did blind luck alone win or squander? Human morality has long since departed from you! A dubious, fair-boy, comedian-like boy who emerges among the temporary sons-in-law struggles on dubious jancsis! - Robot minutes baptized with eternity moving on a chain: Working to the point of a nail is futile,

for the wages of starvation: When can you enjoy the fallen early and rotten treasures of Being? The mountains that testify will call you: The message of eternal Immortality is only One: To stand as an unshakable rock, as a last bastion, in a season of valiant, man-trying needs.

My night is rocking on a rippling silver lake! Sharpening the diamond-blade lights of the haunting Moon like a shard of knives, he spits on me; I watch their frightening shadow dances in awful, murderous silence on the wall of my empty room! The blood-tear-burning bonfire of twilight sooner faded, no longer burning — even if I could not find myself back from the crypt bed of fading darkness. I often think of my sweetheart’s all-redeeming, blessed smile; he would cherish me on his lap when everyone left and even with scary snarls, a burning or grumpy thunderstorm could break us. He calms and caresses me with soothing harmony!
 
My cowardice, and my vile slyness - may be - unfaithful to myself; i can't leave! I can't be a target of betrayals, we can't be a safe target, and if I could be sure of my retaining help, I'd rather stick to the tough roots of Friendship! When they disappear over my head
 
gloomy nights, days that can be challenged, will the one who sincerely loves and saves me be more faithful to me?! "As a fear-driven, diligent hedgehog: I should be soothed and comforted by my sullen child soul, that I may not leave myself forever — but I will fight for my dreams if it is destined to do so!"
 
Today, crazy Celeb ideas, screaming minute-blue people are running around in the captivity of unworthy flashing screens; False credit-lost art-smiles sound like the flame of the Universe too! As an alien planet, I selfishly revolve around myself! And why do I have to face tired every day that more and more meaningful mankind why only one vile hour?!

The heart, always mocked as a half-coward, always ignited when he could encounter sincere emotions; with a self-consuming, unruly fervor, he could blaze instead of just talking! It has shaped the humanity of Man when even the ******-in brain seems to soon forget! The vacuum sits like an unforgettable, soft bunny alone and ponders over its flawed decisions! You don’t know how to keep a long-forgotten thought awake! - The conscious desire for fatherhood disintegrates into a dry desert; only ******* are still listening! A kilometer of silence guards Being, while a tear begins on the most beautiful petal!
 
In the hot sun, the twinkling, balmy ray shimmers once: like the tangible evidence of Goodness! Your progressive throbbing can cause lustful pleasures! Wild waves emerge from the Universe: in the geometric ocean of desire, a smaller island purrs in a half-nail lure! A safe haven for shipwrecked people is a thing of the past! - Sharks and predatory fish like winking patient killers enjoy caressing music! Monotony mourns over stabbing boredom; beautiful butterflies whisper deceptive promises into each other’s mouths!
 
Fear has been clouds on the wings of the sober traveler too! When can an airplane get snapping turbulence?! Who can wash the solidified tears of unification?! In the last moments, even Eternity is lonely! We swallow our tears even in our longings for love! With the unexpectedness of a ***** naked night, you can strike in any case! Like an evil goblin, grimace drawings drawn with fingers on your faces appear and then wear off again!

A rock of torment has become my daily bread! I move homeless among the screaming traps of trapped wilderness! I pack valuable books on my bookshelf ribs every day! The noble soda coats of the spark-igniting intellect! In striking, deepening sand, a wise Sisyphus follows a scroll passing within me with edible diligence; my shoulders often crack! Janus-faced leashes stagger at me while fiddling with responsibilities! From the rich sunbeams of bud-radiating eyes True beads swirl!
 
Muses and Gods will hardly shake hands with me! - I bow myself many times and my heart-pounding heartbeat warns me; it can't end well! I would scare the ugly Death with the Beloved I found! Dissatisfied fat on the verge of life! - My dead end is a birch wolf stack; as a blind mole, I can only cling to possible answers!
 
I can seldom enter a world surrounded by a cloud-padlock: its butterfly shadows appear to be the beautified Future; the No-Compassion is impatient to sneak up every day! Where should I straighten my existence is the Order of the Deniers! Suicides are pleading with begging sonatas between clashes! My tormented face is painted with a rainbow; you can only smile when exposed to a cherishing sunbeam! - The vile exclamation mark of piles of mud: How could you survive on this sensationalist earth when many are the God of money alone ?!
 
Continuous, lustful readiness becomes a stateless wanderer; ****** stars would curse my vulnerable soul! As an eluded, whimsical Shadow, when can you call me with your Dear Loyalty Kisses?

Now the ***** lantern light washes around in one place: my vulnerable orphanage follows the footsteps of my legs silently, following with faithfulness as a Shadow! I would put my trust in True-Eternal friendships like one who hopes for comfort from others! Their donor conversation could be a redemptive balm in an alley-smelling state of despair; I would cling to my fingers with barely known chivalrous virtues as I kneel before the Dear and send the encrypted telepaths of words out of my eyes to my petal-heart: Do you still love me?!
 
Our treasure-laden existence begins to fade if we only see what the insidious, biflowering mass culture projects before our eyes! In the house of fame, perfect happiness still lives on: flattening sneezing who only waits for the *******'s vulnerability to sacrifice herself daily on the altar of her prosperity! Tabloid newspapers and TV shows need to be taught about the juicy scandal that has befallen daily scandals - the more rubbed have been able to learn this for a long time!
 
Special attention is given to those who show off their puffy, fuller charms and alternate their passions like others in worn-out lingerie! "I have to hesitate to step into the scattered, twisted light, because I'm really just a scared kid in the adult playground realm!" I keep balancing s Get up like Jancsik I swing for myself! Sizzling envyes are still peeking at me with increasingly killer jealousy and I begin to murmur myself to the well-deep echoes of myself: will there still be Someone for whom I would also travel to the Moon if our destinies crossed the other?

You should have slept forever humiliated for love! And to wake up in the manner of murderers with antisocial ruthlessness, harm spikes of unrestrainedness! For the sincere and courageous look of your eyes, the swan-delicate touch of your hand, it would have been good to lay my haunted head on your mother's lap and feel it confidentially: The throbbing beat of your blessed fragile heart still thinks of me.

True beads hung like glittering spherical ornaments on the fragile lash branches. Your sadness hurt your eyes with even reddening pains! it wasn’t a vain day that I wouldn’t have broken my head to eat happiness so that I could smuggle into your golden heart to travel with a smile of heaven again!

Now people are still running madly, and urgently postponing lasting sobriety until January. - You can be happy! Your family house upstairs is already being built, a graceful Danube estuary is your neighbor, and you are greeted by the untamed wilderness as a familiar brother! The hardest task is to focus on your carefully arranged life with a sober judgment!

Teaching children to ponder thoughtfully, the uplifting thoughts of missed happiness! A man with a tangled life knows - he knows, and even now he often thinks about you, he feels with you. Your child, if you ask about a lot of romantic dates, you just tell me you were someone deeper someone, more mysterious.
Even more vulnerable in your child's spirit! "I can't tell the truth to anyone right now, but I'll give it to you."

When can I finally see stars trembling in deer eyes that greet with bright Sun smiles? When can I wait for dawn without fear? There are all questions within me and because I always stop in front of barriers and borders to seek the wise advice of others: I would cling to sincere, sincere Friendships like a hesitant groper whose only shimmer lights can shine with hope! The expanding Universe has been playing with banded stars for millions of years!
 
Maybe it can withstand people, and it would be so good if my stray soul could embrace the Happiness I find! Sometimes I feel a sigh of nothing; the One who has been torn from an infinite number of chains, with whom the "Big Ones" are making fun of mocking games, murderous jokes! - The wave murmur of twisted vortices many times supports Apocalypse and there is no one who could stand by me in the final troubles, because Something is broken, the reliable handshakes of the alliance are broken!
 
I deliberately fear the unpredictable, impending Death; executioner's True Beads weep in my crater eyes; and I always remind myself that the passing is carried within us and our secrets can only be hidden by the Deep Night! Gently resounding hardened fountains should be comforted in the depths of the broken Spirit so that he can trust again, for the barking Lonely ones are already sleepless! - As a geyser, my desire to finally find my inner salvation next to the immortal cosmics of the Universe and to be happy even when the daily weight of troubles is in my tracks!

When the eternally endowed Human Spirit, once gifted with Immortality, may have believed that human light, blazing in a halo tense in deer eyes, is not merely a product of combustion — but the eternal moment of the fillable, sanctified Universe; training in a living fire with two Sighs of the Spirit so it can boil budding into One! A graceful fever-lily stretches a pulled-out petal and as a nerve rises and what remains immortality Prometheus will be born!
 
It spreads from my little boy's face, cherishing a melancholy orphan; unquenchable, pure Flame then He became! My trickled panting head sweated like a pearl-mouthed sweat like the blink of Damocles' blade! Our fingers spread hesitantly apart in the captivity of our bodies: we smuggled lively stuttering words of compliment into each other's honeyed lips!
 
the waterfall of my trembling infarct heart shone like a breathtaking glass ball drop in the glow of Arca Gioconda, the elf of an abundant, rushing stream! And we could already feel the throbbing immortal piece of our body in the Universe that had split once and started to divide and became first three and then four-hearted under the captivity of our ribs!
 
Buds of buds shattered in the rays of our sparkling angelic eyes for our Happiness! - A glow of hawthorn in a tropical night, a flaming lace bush for the two of us is the way to go, perhaps ready from eternity; In our Savior Child Smile, we ignited the Essence that we honestly owe each other like two Children!

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

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

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

In the eyes of a little boy, one who pays close attention can see within himself the pieces of his carrying, wearing edges; he would cling to the memories of thick, cotton-hugged hugs against the everyday sunburn of strangers, **** phlegm, if he could be more karakan-recovered! Dark shadow makeup imprisons the eye-craters of honest faces; you can already feel the otherworldly state of lasting collapse if your melancholy sadness promises to be lasting! - In vain! You can only remain a lost forest walker, an eccentric marmot in a self-incense world, as if everyone: jampec men, fashionable canary angels, are all prostituting themselves in the hope of survival, which is a guarantee of appearance, which one can stay smarter and more refined?!
 
Today, the valid distinction between People is back in vogue: Prosperity, privileges distracted from luxury, computer-lying smiles despised as concances in soft puddle views! Exotic mask shadows are floating on their faces forever, and it is not known: where might the superior childish self have looked, who watched the games from the background all the time?! The sure path is becoming more and more inexperienced, and those who can't stand washing their faces in animal feeders or serve false interests - as a puppet in a shop window, can soon be overtaken by the forbidden fate of precipitations! The dwindling middle class is also becoming stagnant; is lazy when it comes to the holy time of deeds and actions long ago! When will our footprints dropped on the streets, in throbbing heartbeats, lead us back to ourselves?

Loyalty, though true, still sneers at his selfish sins, but does not share his greedy thirst. Fountain predators swallow each other devouring; the best quality silicone insert seems to be expanding in the expectation of a luxury carpentry environment. Team-hijacking, beast-starving bikini fairy. Severely flashing killer, knife-grin. Wider designed stage acoustics. Standing in group rings of reliable, gorilla biceps, bull-necked Adonis patches, it becomes increasingly difficult to resist any temptation.

Gigantic sized, cosmic bust would be the best talk of the decade ?! "A lost, tiny, star-studded planet is bending out of its devastated Dwarf Wheel of slender nights." dreaded, small-minded "some" think of their bulimic, ballerina-slenderness, because they can only know for sure, and that is the only way to prevail. - Would it be a sacrilege to address a true angel with a romantic bow, kneeling ?!

Even as dawn creatures enter the Order's circles at dawn, they are still inaccessible to outsiders. Turning back from the sacred altars of romance, even self-proclaimed existence is just one well-defined bubble fragment. As incomplete etchings, sooner or later everyone will be knocked out of the Wheel of Time dedicated to infinity!

Because in all the insidious cases, it is a home-based canteen of soul-killing, mind-boggling, headache cats! Ordinary alcohol - s gossip clouds billowing at jaccudzi parties filling the court fools! The dog-flash game of dog comedies is followed by more and more popular fun! The vulnerable man is already prostituting himself! There is also a shadow over the ****** ***** gates of the Universe; diligent *** fleas fatten greedy greedy and insatiable elephants!
 
Lurking-polite idle boys can always stay on the go! he jerks into an unspeakable deep stack who wakes up to a sobering daze without the love of Loyalty! Ordas-whimsical merriment-pleasures are combined with incredible creativity! - The legitimate V.I.P. sense of life is concreted into the public consciousness as an unbreakable shell! Appearance The shores of America are still moving further and further away from a hundred-year lag prospect! They perform a complete power outage in tangled brains! The whole ruction always starts with a selfish leech attachment!
 
Can everyone just become a cheap toy in the hands of bad guys?! Slave-fought billion-dollar ******* dives play with each other as uninitiated silk chipendale boys! Their player veins are getting hotter and more unquenchable! Wild cats rattling on command and ringing their chains can easily become tamed kittens! In their Haddelhadd memories you can hardly find anyone who could show understanding empathy for little boy sadness! - The kneaded addict does not voluntarily consume performance-enhancing steroids; in stripped-down animalized instincts it is becoming increasingly difficult to find the True and Sincere happiness of this tiny existence

Because in all the insidious cases, it is a home-based canteen of soul-killing, mind-boggling, headache cats! Ordinary alcohol - s gossip clouds billowing at jaccudzi parties filling the court fools! The dog-flash game of dog comedies is followed by more and more popular fun! The vulnerable man is already prostituting himself! There is also a shadow over the ****** ***** gates of the Universe; diligent *** fleas fatten greedy greedy and insatiable elephants!
 
Lurking-polite idle boys can always stay on the go! he jerks into an unspeakable deep stack who wakes up to a sobering daze without the love of Loyalty! Ordas-whimsical merriment-pleasures are combined with incredible creativity! - The legitimate V.I.P. sense of life is concreted into the public consciousness as an unbreakable shell! Appearance The shores of America are still moving further and further away from a hundred-year lag prospect! They perform a complete power outage in tangled brains! The whole ruction always starts with a selfish leech attachment!
 
Can everyone just become a cheap toy in the hands of bad guys?! Slave-fought billion-dollar ******* dives play with each other as uninitiated silk chipendale boys! Their player veins are getting hotter and more unquenchable! Wild cats rattling on command and ringing their chains can easily become tamed kittens! In their Haddelhadd memories you can hardly find anyone who could show understanding empathy for little boy sadness! - The kneaded addict does not voluntarily consume performance-enhancing steroids; in stripped-down animalized instincts it is becoming increasingly difficult to find the True and Sincere happiness of this tiny existence!

Because in all the insidious cases, it is a home-based canteen of soul-killing, mind-boggling, headache cats! Ordinary alcohol - s gossip clouds billowing at jaccudzi parties filling the court fools! The dog-flash game of dog comedies is followed by more and more popular fun! The vulnerable man is already prostituting himself! There is also a shadow over the ****** ***** gates of the Universe; diligent *** fleas fatten greedy greedy and insatiable elephants!
 
Lurking-polite idle boys can always stay on the go! he jerks into an unspeakable deep stack who wakes up to a sobering daze without the love of Loyalty! Ordas-whimsical merriment-pleasures are combined with incredible creativity! - The legitimate V.I.P. sense of life is concreted into the public consciousness as an unbreakable shell! Appearance The shores of America are still moving further and further away from a hundred-year lag prospect! They perform a complete power outage in tangled brains! The whole ruction always starts with a selfish leech attachment!
 
Can everyone just become a cheap toy in the hands of bad guys?! Slave-fought billion-dollar ******* dives play with each other as uninitiated silk chipendale boys! Their player veins are getting hotter and more unquenchable! Wild cats rattling on command and ringing their chains can easily become tamed kittens! In their Haddelhadd memories you can hardly find anyone who could show understanding empathy for little boy sadness! - The kneaded addict does not voluntarily consume performance-enhancing steroids; in stripped-down animalized instincts it is becoming increasingly difficult to find the True and Sincere happiness of this tiny existence!

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

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

Surviving prosperity is another burden, and not a beneficial human lesson, for my longing, wandering emergency bird self! If my sensitive soul sensor catches bad coordinates, I chew and accuse myself constantly and digest! I have been known as an educated man for a long time, and yet today more scientist minds are honored! I became a highland loaf, or a stranger in the field; chased peanut steaming silly grotesque idiots! This is why I have always loved to hide in the hiding places of illuminating senses! Only vigilant Prophets can put order in the ring of hunters if they still want of their own free will!
 
I deliberately don’t knock on the crooked herds of computing diggers! Pale scared you are already constantly dodging; incense-lost advanced settlers happily at my table who get rich from gigantic possessions - afraid - they would give nothing in return! Pallerized, more pores can still grow up if they are surrounded by a foolishly turned-out century! There can be no confusing fiasco left but a victorious deal at all! A briefing - if you like it or not - deserves merely privileged ones! Ground dexterity is key!
 
Our employee inactivity is obligatory for blind robotics and it can be sold, our reality can no longer be cherished by loyalty! After the final count, he was easily attacked by fiesta! Simplified ground fat: Who doesn't take care of themselves selfishly, it's trampled on easily! "I could never judge you with gratifying pleasure!" Today, Asian laziness breaks down on everything; for sculptors sneezing against a wall, it is rare for a laurel to be created

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

Connected with the Consciousness that I can hardly be on this earth, I can find a way out with a solution. Bigger — I don’t know how to get into confusion, to be upheaval: I might have been better off throwing the beautiful gold tiles of my memory among the permanently cleansing Léthe foams; Disgusted, uncleanly-filthy, I want to bathe in tears of innocence - while I can still -! The timelessness of the solution is what threatens the darkness:

Maybe I don't dare look at myself anymore so I can shake up the little man, who is I inside? I couldn’t unravel the stifling loops of Time - baguette questions magnified into elephants by Gordian knot problems giggle answers, they demand me! And I am far from shores every day, clinging to the graces of Atlantis at most

forced to face the unpredictability of tomorrow: without the full right of struggle, struggle: Perhaps my pacifism, which seeks peace, compels me, as conscious cowards, to hide the essence of Whole, Truth, in itself: a shell enclosed in a drift. - What penetrating, otherworldly words

they would be able to turn the true pearls of my soul out of their shells carefully to turn to the forgiving grace of the Sun: Sparking vulnerable values? - I tried to venture into dangerous mobs without panic, laden with common sense: My thirst for driven knowledge!

Perhaps it is the cure for unhappiness that protects and does not let man on the brink of bribed illusions and disappointing disappointments! "I must remain silent until the end of the world, so that, like a subtle dust-thick rainbow and sunlight, I can shine more honestly, forgivingly, and more fragilely through my conscience!"

The Creepy, Spacious Sense of Fear: The awareness that they could be easily threatened at any time, surrounded by the possible imagination of a trampling, a slayer, as a conscious sane among assassins

I wanted to lie on your lap, lowering my orphaned little boy's head. This is how I dreamed of heaven, a possible fulfillment! Between the glories of the harmony found, it is a barrier and a rope to immerse yourself in the darkness of your beetle-eyes at night, and to feel: it is not my life that I need you! The delicate thread of your beautifully curved veined hair would encircle you, not suffocatingly, but all over gently, even with rampant amber, and from this World you would be taught a lesson of courageous uplifting and holding, if everything seems to collapse!


The dreamy imagination was now deceived, lying and annulled at the same time - I wanted to face the Kharübdisz throat of wave depths; wolf-eyed with passing, but only if you squeeze my hand out of full strength. It would have promised us twilight by blowing rainbows, and while celestial volcanic eruptions

we looked, the earthly miracle, the infinite in each other then we found forever! I would have kept silent with my stethoscope elephant ears, your tiny bell-heart, what unknown messages it sings to me. I would have greeted you who thought you were merrily and merrily lost when your heart was broken again, a tragic loss!

That's how I would have stayed with you, a humble guest, a shipwrecked pathetic of worn-out moral values, - now resting in your non-redeeming Madonna lap. My orphaned, shaky soul cannot be relieved by the peaceful captivity of my pillows. I peek around the corner of my room, and if they ask: Why haven't I married and committed myself? I reply, “My deer-eyed gaze holds me in immortal abundance, in handcuffed captivity, among the pathetic shackles of eternal exile, that I have let go of the Happiness Found lightly, I have let it go!

Now my blunders are multiplying and multiplying! I’ll be more and more half-naked, more and more chatter-stumbling, more awkward! The law of polite etiquette and immeasurable intent to courtship have greatly shackled my remaining life. My persistent caracan for my brave confidence is dwindling! When a man arrives at thirty, he is suddenly shocked only to stagger in a land unknown to him; the uncertain Universe cheerfully surrounds him and can only *****!


I might not even be able to say in words that I will have to count on myself for the rest of my life: The sooner I make the tangible laws of Being learnable, and the easier it will be to protect myself from the dangers of slapping! "One might do better to maintain one's humanism than a crown, a wedge over his head,"

even an umbrella, and a showering curse could hide under hyena and scratching words for sure! “Now every generation of donkeys and young people is just that - that is why the hot-headed generation is irresponsibly and nasty with the belief that it does not responsibly follow confident role models, fictional characters who have been made Himalayan-sized by their conscious commitment to falling.

I don't even have a heart and dare to face the intellect many times, though now it would be easy for me to act on my whispering heart and not have to pay attention to it - with my obsessive persecution mania: in a voice of hope with you,
even for just a moment, I would know just what can stand up to long tolerance, denial, along with emotional hurricanes in the Heart!

Unconsciously, he is unspeakable, and only in the dark tunnel consciousness did you keep the Desire as the compulsion to tear away the chains of existence once and for all, to the compulsive serpent chases, that the nets in your heart do not carry more oxygen than the clogged sponge holes. The budding intoxication of the competing, no-man's will,

in which your immortal and eternal soul seemed to be strained to receive the arrow shower of the filled Universe and pay tribute with the attacks of bombing kisses! "They didn't defeat you so irresponsibly, lightly - with gullible alamus because you could never escape, never hide: You were much more disappointed in yourself, and in the end you all turned to yourself."

the beauty of your dawn with a bloodthirsty seal — though it still greets you every day — but your sweetheart could have jumped into the river Léthe, for he had never voluntarily earned it! A ruptured and conscious Loneliness is no longer an enemy, but a faithful companion, a trusted friend: The compulsion of secret duels over my head with a pallos of swords of Damocles forever strikes.

The thorn fingers of loneliness as stretched, torturous rose hips preach their own probationary Calvary. - At night, the panther-gentle soot falls on me again, - the only possible refuge is left only after the UVB rays of the Sun, which, like boiled *****, have been scorched and burned several times by grate-grate: Who knows the possible answers?

- where did the self-consuming Time fall in this expanding universe? "I have lacked your compensation, and my grief descended on my heart like the empty Indifference!" - you can already guess yourself down there, beneath the two twin hills of your fatally throbbing Olympian, the eternal, immortal myth of birth, its incarnation in your placental sea: a squeaky, silent watch, listening with vigilance!

Your Eurydice has left the circles of your everyday life as hell because the flirting of his heart rumbled to someone else instead of his madly enthusiastic, complimenting singer

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

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

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

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

Empty refugees
  
    
To see uninhabited cities all night, with only our bowed, penitent heads facing. When stomaching refugees live across streets and their homeland is the unknown insecurity of existence: Survival by day at all costs, and its universal response, painful golden treasures have been shed instead of trees, autumnal, rich scales!

I knew ghosts roaming villages, and the dim, hollow-eyes were like extinct crater stumps with only the tangible, lining indifference of Nothing. - In the sheltered captivity of the valleys, the city was still expanding - man: with a bag of potatoes, food, and soap water, he pays more for unattainable and general hygiene than for others to drink deratuned alcohol because of their weak will: Their will is weak and weak!

Their vulnerability is universal and expanded, their state of being is still the same: because it is timely and because they have broken ashore ships without the shackles of society! Yes! How did mistakes be made? More than likely! But why shouldn't there be a second chance for those who voluntarily undress their shady and fragrant mockery and from now on they will be good and obedient?

The stars were now in tears of blood, and the universal wolf's tooth of the Times had crouched, and the vengeful outsiders had stigmatized the vengeance of icicles! After all, in Life, when someone steps forward a lot, they always jump into pitch black. And can we not even know what we want: to respond with suicide to the treacherous Injustices,

or only the vicissitudes of life, the helpless everyday life, force out of us the lived, irreversible pains.

Like a shipwrecked, he clings to unknown shores on the last soul, but he may never reach shore; my throat was hoarse silently many times and my voice continued to sound like a muffled sigh! As a rodent worm for my heart attack-stressed soul, the greedy and insatiable Compulsion settles like this! I would have to, even if I had to be selfish for myself, sure of Man
 
survive! The haunting moonlight tattoos my face like shards of silent shadows! And while you ask, asking with jagged tentacle teeth useless, "What happened to you?!" "The sure answer will be written on the trenches of my wounded Face if the glass bead of True Beads trembles again in my soul!"
 
My broken body guards the burdens of tough-konokan and what many discover on me as a redemptive smile - Suffering! I feel like he is howling every day with the intention of squeezing my muscles, numbing Nirvana-Dark, erupting from the depths of Executioner of times! I am already struggling with selfish, selfish pride: how could the man-trying burdens of this Being be better solved?! Suicide - if there was one - didn't even hit a wooden stick! I cling to the consoling-hopeful shreds of blissful days like this; I stare terribly at the Report with trembling blood-eyes! The Nobody's House, which slowly frees me from everything and deliberately lootes it!
 
Wandering, fast stigma-Souls are plagued by coding, vile evenings: it would be good to unravel the chains of my ominous pains to be redeemed - I listen in the present pregnant fog of the bottomless cavity of Time that it gapes Damocles executioners!

Like a shipwrecked, he clings to unknown shores on the last soul, but he may never reach shore; my throat was hoarse silently many times and my voice continued to sound like a muffled sigh! As a rodent worm for my heart attack-stressed soul, the greedy and insatiable Compulsion settles like this! I would have to, even if I had to be selfish for myself, sure of Man
 
survive! The haunting moonlight tattoos my face like shards of silent shadows! And while you ask, asking with jagged tentacle teeth useless, "What happened to you?!" "The sure answer will be written on the trenches of my wounded Face if the glass bead of True Beads trembles again in my soul!"
 
My broken body guards the burdens of tough-konokan and what many discover on me as a redemptive smile - Suffering! I feel like he is howling every day with the intention of squeezing my muscles, numbing Nirvana-Dark, erupting from the depths of Executioner of times! I am already struggling with selfish, selfish pride: how could the man-trying burdens of this Being be better solved?! Suicide - if there was one - didn't even hit a wooden stick! I cling to the consoling-hopeful shreds of blissful days like this; I stare terribly at the Report with trembling blood-eyes! The Nobody's House, which slowly frees me from everything and deliberately lootes it!
 
Wandering, fast stigma-Souls are plagued by coding, vile evenings: it would be good to unravel the chains of my ominous pains to be redeemed - I listen in the present pregnant fog of the bottomless cavity of Time that it gapes Damocles executioners!

Like a shipwrecked, he clings to unknown shores on the last soul, but he may never reach shore; my throat was hoarse silently many times and my voice continued to sound like a muffled sigh! As a rodent worm for my heart attack-stressed soul, the greedy and insatiable Compulsion settles like this! I would have to, even if I had to be selfish for myself, sure of Man
 
survive! The haunting moonlight tattoos my face like shards of silent shadows! And while you ask, asking with jagged tentacle teeth useless, "What happened to you?!" "The sure answer will be written on the trenches of my wounded Face if the glass bead of True Beads trembles again in my soul!"
 
My broken body guards the burdens of tough-konokan and what many discover on me as a redemptive smile - Suffering! I feel like he is howling every day with the intention of squeezing my muscles, numbing Nirvana-Dark, erupting from the depths of Executioner of times! I am already struggling with selfish, selfish pride: how could the man-trying burdens of this Being be better solved?! Suicide - if there was one - didn't even hit a wooden stick! I cling to the consoling-hopeful shreds of blissful days like this; I stare terribly at the Report with trembling blood-eyes! The Nobody's House, which slowly frees me from everything and deliberately lootes it!
 
Wandering, fast stigma-Souls are plagued by coding, vile evenings: it would be good to unravel the chains of my ominous pains to be redeemed - I listen in the present pregnant fog of the bottomless cavity of Time that it gapes Damocles executioners.

His crashed, bewitched attention often became nothing; smeared memory will be all emotions! I would run away from the softly sinking, roaring winds! The surviving Tomorrow will shake in a fluttering duck movement! The short closing word zigzags to itself! I would be scattered in countless tiny pieces of pile in the eyes of the faithful Dear, so that even the pearl of redeeming tears could convey happiness! My dizzy atoms are just orbiting on their own like a continuous maze spiral!
 
Little by little, the Past is becoming more and more demanding every day! My dry-puffing sandbag life falls into a ravine if I leave! The corkscrews of a few promises can no longer make you feverish: in the above-ground band, I am still trying to gather my soul energies as much as they could stay! How long can I stay intact even in a postponed passage?! Crowded steps like a limping Hephaestus are deliberately shot; pinned gaping high like a pathetic, petty trophy!
 
A barely shadow of my sadness is projected on my barely-smiling face! In a single throbbing rib, my petal heart, which has started to punch, is forced to throb, because all the wounds can only be felt on its own! In the expectations set to the forefront, new tragedies can be born from moments that are poorly shaped! Punishment for star-shaped dropped feces! For sultry-speaking women, a complacent compliment is no longer worth it; they are all in love with their stun counterparts! I often wonder about the promises of flat handshakes!

Like pushed blinds, fog-covered mornings began to sway, and old mountain-aggastians released - let go - the newborn time of day. Eures' beard can't wait to knock down its victims with the sharp passwords of hidden assassins, and then the given Time, even the Island, may seem insurmountable, and the wounded sky splits the slices of oranges and the petals of roses, examining ridge!

Now you might even guess yourself, you know; you still listen to your thoughtful and fast-pulsating heartbeat: There is peace, and it would take anything to stay in your sweetheart's cherished, caring caring arms — if you could, the rays of the sun would pierce your forehead several times in succession with sharp scalpel-swords.

The sly and compromising World seeps through my retina from slowly fading lumps of mist: Maybe I am more of myself — believe in the name of an immortal universe instinct, exposed to the flirtations of dreams and sold myself? Perhaps! There is now an unbreakable wall between me and the world, tense, but since when! We whistleblowers stand on a sunken, shaky stage: the offended ghosts of existence!

The perpetual fugitive, Self-centered inner stream seeks refuge, and cities are shaken by the junk swear word recorded as a cordiva. The wounded lips of seven-mile-minute people would yell, gagging out of themselves the unborn Order: The gamble of cheap Johns, in which the loser himself is the biggest slap in the face, falling on his face - and has long since disappeared in human beetle eyes

joking, rocking, halo-stars, comets who once knew and knew: The vow of the inalienable Oath of allegiance would have been tied to the earth on which we were born

You wear a tailor-made shadow jacket and you frighten the days of the living with your silent footsteps! Your twilight wounds as insidious stigmas;
they burn first and then they get drunk in you until the brain!
In addition to all the prickly criticism, a blade or eyeball knife that
can inflict incurable wounds and your selfish hurt may have lasted a lifetime!
The shivering of street lamps in the alley can push alone,
cellular light into your room!
As a silent language of anger,
you are wasting your wasted time
on your gainable happiness!

You collide with yourself every day and you get out of everyone!
Suffering crocodile-teared chubby faces are your only sincere confession;
teasing the words teasingly on the strings
of your soul like fake cards!
Staring at your tap, you beat the monotony
of your clicking clocks in your throbbing veins!

The pen-paper-pencil becomes an illusion in your hand!
Your cherished tongue Atlantis can no longer swing between your lips;
your vile peace also seems to be distorted,
and Morality has become a gallows flower!
You dominate, tact, and play chess when others just look at you
— and because you lose yourself at every moment
so that the other half-whole Man can find your fragile balance.

So much of Swinging Time has run out in vain:
when will you be able to truly rejoice in livable, immortal moments?!
The holy words of love that babble you?

The fall within the inner world has begun: the Commissioner is somewhere in Reality and deliberately expelled in Nothing! A herd of elephants rattled over me while my heartbeat rushed my heart attack-infected dalia heart! I measured between crystal shards of rotatable curved mirrors; a fat tuber of pathetic, chewy meat - and somehow I started on the sure path of burnout!
 
The glowing accusation of the solar systems looked back at me. In my judgment examiner, my heartbeat rumbled in the corners of my eyes, I played music star stars, and my two tearful tears would have embraced the Savior. Because on the vigilant endeavor of days: Tightened between Death and Immortality, we hang on ropes and pillars - we look confidently with a pile of abyss shouting wolfish eyes! In the field of unquenchable seas, we are tossed ready for action and yet uncertain!
 
The petals of my soul were handcuffed to self-determination by Love and Death; if I didn’t look face to face every day with my transience, I would be disgusted with boredom! Like a roast pigeon, I look forward with patience to My Beloved! He who had felt and knew everything about me even with secret rays of telepathy - now he has become a Witness as an understanding, uplifting, confidential friend! He listens and encourages at the same time: he always accepts because he needs me, even existing oxygen!
I am overwhelmed by tummy humiliation; Stammering-habogok! In the momentary expanded Silence, the Rings of Confidence of the Universe hold their eternal permanence in our clasped fingers — in our earthly solitary confinement, Love may be the only Redeeming Promise, a captive Universe Ark!

Restlessness can hardly afford a march of raging hearts! Our vows have even absorbed what can be saved at all with his words of allegiance! Why does modesty breathe when it takes shape?! Unaware of his own abilities, distorted, jerking himself down into a jerky barn without the ideal of chivalry in phlegmatic mg; blind-eyed human wreckage sniffs out remaining human brains like a sherbet and there can be no meaningful intelligence collection on the forehead eaten! Depleting, bad kind of drunkenness is rampant in the empty Congo depths of angels, and conscious vulnerability is already a self-deepening chasm!
 
All window-eyes are blinded! A feeling of conscious vulnerability infiltrates our skins! Diseases pinned to the executioner's peak Celeb heads bloom; a superstitious, flirtatious look flirting with invisible tango between broom-eyed eyes! Pigeon-autumn strands fall into silently beaten, welded skulls! As housekeeping skulls, one of the girilla brains barks for Man to wear off his current chick! Up there, even a big, lurking World is rotting! The most ostentatious monkey: multi-sided and complex stadiums have been installed by the wealthy oligarch machinery!
 
The middle way to dream-promised well-being is leaking from more and more wounds from constantly renewing, scalding surfaces! The meager bread-making of a livelihood is marred by half a dozen gourmet-living, septic tanks, who can boldly live even on the back of the ice, if they please! - In the dimly crouching afterlife, the bloodthirsty moonlight rumbles like a sharp-killer knife and takes its selfish victims - like a Congo ghost clock that sends messages with demons! Beyond the tranquility, one can barely touch the shore…

Everything is flowing as a stream! And I feel that in every lasting moment, all the details are still back! I would seek refuge to still retain the shaky ground of my self-confidence to find two pairs of Angelic eyes on this earth! You can also find the only one, the True One, if jingling pennies with content cannot fall into ruin! Dust and ash stick to my hand only; it is now the line of cleaning in my attic!
 
If I could, I would be bolder to close this current scapegoat Time! I would hide from my curious eyes my destiny, my pain, which may be experiencing me in a form that hides a hundred, and I am still guarding it! "In my smiling faces, I can hardly rest any more!" The flower fragments of my tears wound again; his shadow films are spun by the Hyenas-World: copied, brainwashed embryos are already alive everywhere, the age of sincere emotions of Loyalty is over!
 
A frozen wave frozen in every thought! Secular serenity is not even due to insured income! The handshake is lowered to the palm spun on a wand if the ancestral right of the given Word is violated! The vowel Promises of Being are already frozen! The insidious machinery of the Underworld is already visible in this arrogant world, measured in arrogant, evil respects; Death will surely give matte chess! Everything flows back into the distasteful bucket of gentleness and cruelty!
 
They play sauna on dragon scales on the side of their oversized gorillas! - I should have been someone! as a roaring question mark to constantly vigilantly ask about everything and everyone; I disappear as a rushing highlight in the night ...

Shamelessly long-successful procrastination of Being again! Remaining intent and will are already out of print! Some don’t care what a ****** percentage of reward-kitsch s wall! Out of cowardice, when it comes to everyone’s pathetic life, beware of color signs! What we wanted to be different seems like selfish goals on the junk horizon! The end of the track doesn't interest many enough, and everyone is wrong if they think the strange calm will come from within the Spirit!
 
As we grow up, we are constantly confident that we can survive our childhoods! Every memory of the past is slowly disappearing like a grain of wheat rolled out! Can a superstitious, whisper of love still flow into our honestly listening ears?! Or is it just all this incapable, alamus fad?!

The light petals are still chasing someone else’s ash-blush! "As a rear-view mirror, you should look into each other's research-alert eyes one last time, discover what the other is most interested in!" In infinite Time, a small man trembles many times before himself, trembling; clowning and self-pity in the conscience is sure to fit! Defense lies in every attack! The calculated cowards of retreats often hair each other!
 
Loyalty is still leaking from dripping wounds! Everyone is just walking through the Congo rooms of Being.

Shamelessly long-successful procrastination of Being again! Remaining intent and will are already out of print! Some don’t care what a ****** percentage of reward-kitsch s wall! Out of cowardice, when it comes to everyone’s pathetic life, beware of color signs! What we wanted to be different seems like selfish goals on the junk horizon! The end of the track doesn't interest many enough, and everyone is wrong if they think the strange calm will come from within the Spirit!
 
As we grow up, we are constantly confident that we can survive our childhoods! Every memory of the past is slowly disappearing like a grain of wheat rolled out! Can a superstitious, whisper of love still flow into our honestly listening ears?! Or is it just all this incapable, alamus fad?! The light petals are still chasing someone else’s ash-blush! "As a rear-view mirror, you should look into each other's research-alert eyes one last time, discover what the other is most interested in!" In infinite Time, a small man trembles many times before himself, trembling; clowning and self-pity in the conscience is sure to fit! Defense lies in every attack! The calculated cowards of retreats often hair each other!
 
Loyalty is still leaking from dripping wounds! Everyone is just walking through the Congo rooms of Being

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

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

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

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

Through the eyes, like explorer-blind gaps, roaring bulldog pupils are set on a cloak! Gravity balance is pulled up daily and then shatters immediately! The orphaned, cowardly child can only become a human being with great difficulty; the offensive darkness is groaning within me, constantly asking for food of greedy fear! Innocent scratch if I could just be on the Life palette! All over Earth I could really sobbing while my voice was deafening! I inherited the guilty face of the perpetrators and fled in vain from the selfish radar of the murderers!
 
My days are dwindling like a swaying black spot and I don't know: Will I be next?! My shadow that wants to make friends shakes every day and measures my goodness! Maybe I hunted in vain for the happiness I deserved and researched! Clicking minutes of time wheels; perilous series of trials and tribulations - they could have been just happy assassinations! Will a vigilant watcher be left out of the whirlpool of my whispering brain who could unravel my confidential secrets? Every lone star injects nutritious, concentrated compressed material from itself! I exist as a single, cruel crack: it is already being digested by villages!
 
In my difficult lessons, I would have to harness my karakan courage on my own to learn to stand up with my head held high for things to happen! In my years squeezed into rings of the year, exotic beauties held blind mirrors in front of themselves, and they couldn't see it either, because their jingling, fake canary hearts were dizzy with longing materiality! None of the donkey ladders of radiant happiness had anything to do with it! I am already hanging from my chubby head on a self-torture, like a replaceable pumpkin head, and I would be waiting for One-Love, who will provide a safe haven

A centrifugal dance of a cotton swab cloud around houses. The grass is now growing even lower - in vain do shaggy, impenetrable bushes, leg-damaging tares beat the rampant ground. Nor is a soul created as a raging farmer treading a furrow mark resolutely, into silent turns, uninhabited fields: It seems that nature is not planning a new garden here.

Staring at myself like a barely twenty-nine-year-old, tender, inexperienced relic, I sometimes just discuss important things out loud, without an audience! I have always searched for the whimsical caverns and rock beds of mole flights. Frozen lump of hair with Sisyphus-like teeth, like the Coward, I could only hide - escape at all costs

s way of eternal losers. A stubborn environment that does not accept human desires has always attracted me and, as a cautious, hesitant stepper, set aside new challenges and risks and bypass them as I flow the Times, I slip into silent futures!

Now the prophetic word of many: Roar! Their view: Assassination! I should be able to vote in confidence for others who are my relatives in the hitherto uncharted areas of the breathing conscience, - but it suddenly comes as a humiliated attack, unprepared:

Behind the cheap glossaries of indictments of the stars that have been forgotten and now forever remembered, we are hiding cautiously - we ourselves are afraid of painful, Vulnerable Truths!

Outside, tears are besieging his fragile ****** plaster. But inside, in the ball-cosmos of eyes, in the spheres of retinas, the reality of sadness became more and more likely and vulnerable! As a careful survivor, we cherish the seeming pain and the ruins of emotions for a while, and yet we do not ask: Have we changed or stood up again? “One gem is pale, the other crystal carrying the treasure, the third glass palace, and all so fleeting and mortal. They work in the secret cavity catacombs of the body, the always living cell engines are biological particle molecules!

People may once again melt into one in a sea of ​​pain. - Even those who have yet learned to respect the still rules of existence will remain alien in vulnerability, when the falling humanity of Reality will be revealed in the face of a shower of tears! Pain - not knowing where it comes from! However, at the metronome of secret stimulus thresholds, everyone understands and you can never get out of miserable bitterness in vain, because they have a hopeful hope that there is and maybe even may not yet know it!

Because whoever shatters and breaks in his heart, the stem cell and atomic explosion of carved crater cavities into his soul will be the hardest thing to do! - Just the apocalypse pit; the den in which the Cassandra stamps of Life have multiplied will be the last judgment, in which sufferings and tears will be caught again, bursting to the surface bubbling!

You used to be a fairy in a white apron: charming and strong - you extended your arms of hope over the sufferers and victims, and you flew barefoot even in cold crypt shops: on the cornerstones of patinated universities! Oh, my angel! You remember? Your tiny soul trembled like a lily petal swallowed by a thorn, and your ever-increasing and faster pace hammered your immortal heart pounding

a chirping, caressing word, “Honey! Honey!" "During the day, the consuming fire flared in your eyes, and when the dream drifted on your blessed head to promote your harmony," you stretched out your graceful, reed-slender limbs like a cat when it rubs and purrs to win your wish!

Your laughter was an ambrotic universe to me. You have faithfully and faithfully restrained your uncontrolled Pegasus, and you have sat on the ******* - the majestic Artemis body of Amazon. I listened to the delicate eroticism of your lips as you sweetened your melancholy mood with chocolates as a modest request, and maybe you couldn't and didn't know

you may have guessed that I had long ago set your heart on the marble wall of my heart, and my feelings for you were shattered. “You used to be a fairy in a white apron — and now the fulfillment of love is conceived in your body; armies of tiny toddler legs greet you when you get home: you are still gentle and strong and you protect others, you are afraid to defend!

Think about it: I did not mean my complimenting words to destructive forgetfulness, but that your mischievous mischief may not be lost forever: once you wake up and visit, your emotional hermit will greet you with the death of humility, and if you fall asleep: Angels keep your dread dreaded!

Because he can do nothing else: in the eternal escape cycle, the vulnerable man is moving forward as an ant! The Mobius Ladder Tape is deliberately bypassed or chewed! It looks like a posterior, repulsive, degeneration blur if we detect something from our superficial world without the sight of the eyes of a researcher! The spring of the ghosts of the ghostly moon settling upon us, the silent night shadows staring upon us in the velvet of our nights!

It would be good to believe that the hearts of our modern, despondent children are not yet mocked by a dream; it might seem like a cosmic eviction order if "some" are deprived of eternal player curiosity! Because one who is already involved in a pre-planned act may not yet be able to credibly play the role of an importer; the building night cannot be surrounded by anything other than a dark-skinned underworld! Cool restlessness over it: the perceptible Universe is enriched with a special pitch-compound!

In a web of lies lies a sneaky breed; deceptive, radiant lights falling in dying, pale moonlight! The flaming, human soul will also become a fugitive Nivive! As a ringing burglar chain, all of us click on the locked, locked iron-clasp locking heart! "The Uncertain Future is already a silent, outcast wolf-examination with conscious despair!" In the cold arctic cold space, only the vulnerable can remain sober, pure, silent!

In the pearls of sincerity that open the cloud-folds of the eyes, the immortality of that moment trembles!

I can still understand: Man sinned against Himself when he could not hear anything else! The beast sounds of the wicked raised a wounding whip into the woods of my hairy Marsian back! I had to see Man-Man sell, pay, and bribe if his violable rules of the game dictate it; painters I would imagine a peace-loving still life next to my loneliness cavity so that I could rest s My darling's healing and mild-paying swan hand as a protector Angel's wing would rock rocking quietly!
 
The phantoms of hatred and envy are constantly besieged, and sometimes it would be better to leave everything behind and escape the window, redeemed by the bone-cracking anger of a dull angry volcano! My attentive, caring eye would open the gates of the Universe as our hesitant lips reveal the secrets of glowing, harmonious kisses; do I have to give up on eternal happiness with mature reassurance?! - Back-not-given whiplashes
 
I even tolerate s wear with dignity! I still wanted to laugh; Behind the precious heart-smiles of comforting and feeling the restless nerve-wracking pursuit of my soul with fleeting, squeaky-light smiles, there are tense True Pearl moods that can be seriously lived; and if it happens irreversible the mortal Judgment that I can no longer see my blessed Mother — a bleeding stump remains in the cup of my once purple heart!
 
my faith should someone find me, it would be good to comfort the germ of my already selfishly guarded dreaded childhood with someone…

I can still understand: Man sinned against Himself when he could not hear anything else! The beast sounds of the wicked raised a wounding whip into the woods of my hairy Marsian back! I had to see Man-Man sell, pay, and bribe if his violable rules of the game dictate it; painters I would imagine a peace-loving still life next to my loneliness cavity so that I could rest s My darling's healing and mild-paying swan hand as a protector Angel's wing would rock rocking quietly!
 
The phantoms of hatred and envy are constantly besieged, and sometimes it would be better to leave everything behind and escape the window, redeemed by the bone-cracking anger of a dull angry volcano! My attentive, caring eye would open the gates of the Universe as our hesitant lips reveal the secrets of glowing, harmonious kisses; do I have to give up on eternal happiness with mature reassurance?! - Back-not-given whiplashes
 
I even tolerate s wear with dignity! I still wanted to laugh; Behind the precious heart-smiles of comforting and feeling the restless nerve-wracking pursuit of my soul with fleeting, squeaky-light smiles, there are tense True Pearl moods that can be seriously lived; and if it happens irreversible the mortal Judgment that I can no longer see my blessed Mother — a bleeding stump remains in the cup of my once purple heart!
 
my faith should someone find me, it would be good to comfort the germ of my already selfishly guarded dreaded childhood with someone…

Because it can do nothing else: in an eternal circle of flight, the helpless man advances like an ant! The Möbius ladder of transactions is deliberately avoided or chewed up! It seems a boorish, outcast, degenerative homage to perceive something of our own superficial world without the seeing mirrors of searching eyes! From the settling shadows of ghost-moons Springing on the velvet of our nights Silent shadows of night menacingly stare!


It would be good to believe that the hearts of our modern, mischievous children are not yet tainted with deceit; it may seem a cosmic eviction order to deprive us of eternal playful curiosity by "some"! For he who has already become a participant in a premeditated plot cannot yet be sure of playing his role of imporvizator credibly; the night that is being built cannot be enclosed by anything but a sinister darkness of the underworld! A chilly imperturbability fills the air: the palpable Omnipresence is enriched with a strange mixture of pitch and paste!


In webs of lies insidious breeding dwells; deceivable, radiant lights fall on dying, pale moonbeams! Into a fading Nivive-nince the throbbing human soul becomes! Like a rattling robber-lock now clicks on the throbbing heart of us all, Iron-clasped, locked padlock! - The uncertain Future is already a soundless, outcast wolf-confrontation with conscious despair! In the cold space of a voidless Arctic, only the vulnerable can remain soberly clear, silently awake!


In the pearl-veils of sincerities that open the cloud-fractures of eyes, the immortality of the moment trembles!

Perhaps the always Faithful Mirror has already become a Traitor;
the structure of movements and
faces does not show only the essence struck by the stamp!
We cross the stage and bravely defy danger on board decaying boards!
Secrets are still hidden in the degree of surprise minutes
and waiting for suitable eruptions!
It is the deserving shadow of happiness that is happening in us!
- The smile-tear clown bathes his face in a silent moon mirror!
"Indifferent and idiot-producing phlegmatism greets you!"
  
The disgust of our selfish concealment can easily settle on others;
to the smell of our prey overwhelmed by success-seeking breakers;
how long does the silly age of hungarians go on?!
Prophets would already flee Nineveh
because their bribed mission had become angry!
******* Angels like killing knives,
spoiled knife-spoons and broken refractions!
Everyone is laying their cages more and more,
because Happiness always takes another
hard-to-heal wounds; indelible stigma!
  
Fence, ****-In time, the final maze path
can also be easily solved:
Start s End in front of the same gate
often that's why we stumble!
Wells that are overzealous on our bitter,
unhappy faces are hanging True Pearls!
"We should have deliberately escaped this sensational,
continuous squirrel wheel world!"
A broken World is behind us!
As a hesitant lamb, anyone among the hordes can tear apart;
we walk the field of our existence as orphaned wanderers;
in our throats the redeeming Death throbs…

Far from familiar
 
As a receding acquaintance, I can only squint at my memories that have been left wasted in my past! In the blurred, stifled space, the perceptible distances also grew in my own soul! In outstretched present tenses, I can still see how much more the prodigal Man has changed! His inner onion peel self deliberately lattices itself into beginning dreams; see into hibernation wakefulness! On urgent desires, I would bear the universal right to happiness if I could still get a time off!
 
Every heart-warming, proud feeling that a deficiency-filling memory can only give has become a stir! My throbbing heartbeat consciously sounds up! Quite a few more preserved surprise excitement is glowing! The well-known mercy still sniffs in the atria of my soul! This earthly court is forcing him to make a conscious compromise - so I won't let him go either: seeing me often can rarely make atonement! Like a monotonous, sane prophecy, it will quickly come in if I don’t take care of the Infinite Baby’s Footprint!
 
"I'd like to see someone shine lovingly and hopefully in hope and lead me to the other shore!" The powderiness of my Adam’s skin, as homophobic, often blushes into the ****** of the unveiled joy; thighs flirtatious silks like drunk, little beetles crawling in rays of light! “I still listen to the thumps in my young wounded heart that sound like a sea roar; that the cacophonic harmony called bipolar, born and worn by a proud chain of chaos, is changing!
 
In a single definite movement and in the images of crooked mirrors, a wiggling oldster offspring wakes me cunningly again as another playable role