Of the deep-bottomed, sanda underworld of our transience, which night-veiled, crooking pin belongs to the Eurides and the Jimpec Orpheus: who will follow us with sincere faith?! Who can swim against the unbridled reality if there can be no more consoling sunset ?! A soft and incessant supplication admits the orphan contemplative always; there will still be a lot of hesitantly winding stairs in the future that send a omen with a dull tap - so be on the lookout!
 
Time is spinning and time is running out! Over the dials, the pulsating pace of ancient rhythms and cries! It might be a good idea to cling to the crossfire of warning gazes! On the velvet path of memories, someone is always looking for someone! It is futile to rephrase and ask missed questions! Unfinished ax-sentences, love nods after flirtatious movements of run damage; a ghost-moon hovering over gloomy towers hovers and sends its cursed wraith lights! In dim light, the universe faces often go out!
 
Exclamation marks on stones light up in more and more superstitious eyes that are rarely if you can guess how to get to know each other! Dressed in immortality minute-deep, when two souls can recognize each other, they become one Love s Love! Your child's vision of hopes of hope: dungeon-riddling, vengeful Angels are still quoting in the night and at the unlimited bacchanalis of V.I.P. parties they all celebrate the budding nas of their bodies! The exciting net of gray eyes is already all around me and the candle flame of lies is roasting my brain! - It is seldom possible to command instinctive flesh if emotions are already involved.
 
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A lavering, fluttering temper plagues my wounded bleeding heart with its snake tongues! I can hardly take my truncated works into the sensationalist hustle and bustle of the bustling markets! On my olive-scented, bronze-brown skin, I felt the silky Universe open its petal gates to me! Our kisses were both traitors and loyal to the core! The intertwined mist of sweat-pearls in our bodies seemed complementary as an excusable swamp sin! Flaming in the glowing fever of our thoughts, we just took each other's sensitive hands at once: our being became a redeeming current, and there circulated sensually, flaming with every flame in the primordial matter of our body!
 
For the last time, Total Betrayal could reach us in each other's delight: this is how we became each other's complex finishes in the Procrustean bed! Even the sniffing Being can sit next to us at any time! Our loneliness has been tempted and betrayed many times: there is no one-off way to find it! Even with denial, it stays the same as keeping it to yourself! In our grim world, the wings also fell out; dirt-laughter also hints at chaos for itself! The overwhelmed tempers are thirsting for sparks! Deadly desires bleed every day when there can be no one who can truly feel and understand! Even in our trite dreams, the machine belt continues to spin itself

Of the deep-bottomed, sanda underworld of our transience, which night-veiled, crooking pin belongs to the Eurides and the Jimpec Orpheus: who will follow us with sincere faith?! Who can swim against the unbridled reality if there can be no more consoling sunset ?! A soft and incessant supplication admits the orphan contemplative always; there will still be a lot of hesitantly winding stairs in the future that send a omen with a dull tap - so be on the lookout!
 
Time is spinning and time is running out! Over the dials, the pulsating pace of ancient rhythms and cries! It might be a good idea to cling to the crossfire of warning gazes! On the velvet path of memories, someone is always looking for someone! It is futile to rephrase and ask missed questions! Unfinished ax-sentences, love nods after flirtatious movements of run damage; a ghost-moon hovering over gloomy towers hovers and sends its cursed wraith lights! In dim light, the universe faces often go out!
 
Exclamation marks on stones light up in more and more superstitious eyes that are rarely if you can guess how to get to know each other! Dressed in immortality minute-deep, when two souls can recognize each other, they become one Love s Love! Your child's vision of hopes of hope: dungeon-riddling, vengeful Angels are still quoting in the night and at the unlimited bacchanalis of V.I.P. parties they all celebrate the budding nas of their bodies! The exciting net of gray eyes is already all around me and the candle flame of lies is roasting my brain! - It is seldom possible to command instinctive flesh if emotions are already involved.

Hesitant orphanage
  
    
I would have fled to you: A smiling cheerful girl responsible for my peace and harmony. Give me a slight and redemption with your golden heart, you no longer deal with routine words, worn-out beauties, and you, like an immature child, have thrown me away with a little rebuke! But I cannot apply for forgiveness in your conscience because Loving would have been an unforgivable sin,

but you can see for yourself: Fiery burning stars if the gloomy night is sitting up there, with researcher, gendarmerie discipline only they will guard and protect you! The fused human destinies were rolling more and more in vain, embracing you with unbridled clinging to the momentary immortality of the Universe - I could do nothing for you anymore!

With the rumble of our tears, fountains and energies met in the blood caves of our bodies. With our ever-circulating juice dumplings in our bodies, we longed for maps as principles of sure cognizability.
Now the thickest serenity: Dead tor tormenting, and contemplating my silent patience with silence: Your chestnut wreath on the crown of your head would have rocked me in my dreams with quiet reverence!

“And then I snatched myself out of the afflicted, intoxicating vapors of disappointment; You did not sacrifice your Heart on the altar of love like I did because You were more selfish! This earthly prosperity of yourself was in your mind. Will there be loyalty to you who will forgive your hesitant orphanage?

While life and level differences are already layered on the human soul; conscious construction also has its drawbacks. The verdict of an authenticated, deliberately falsified reality is almost unappealable. It is now less and less possible to extort the maintenance livelihood, as some stupid, forbidden-taboo hunger pang. Because the light of reason and free-thought quickly boils away even in meat pots; it burns, or, as they say, it sticks to it, like mud-jam.

The Present Time - if it exists at all - is certainly not an encouraging promise. Because it can never hurt if the little man builds his castles of cards with internal motives. Inner, instinctual movements shrink into walls by themselves, and because it's as if the person already feels it; with its individuality, almost an entire changing era appears. The cat-and-mouse game of Time - in many cases - is exposed, as it is so obvious. As if Life no longer wants to record itself on canvas, so that Apokfrif's encrypted coordinate codes can be deciphered, more and more hairline cracks squirm in front of the uncertain Future.

Before Doom, he will warm up again, maybe even turn his face back, the wanderer who has been consciously running away all his life. Because what happens when there are no more memories, thoughts, or ideas after the Man?! Is the metamorphosis of the Beginning and the End slipping away? Because the seeds of reason should blossom in the conscience, even if there were anything left here that was still human. - Because he knows it well! A tiny speck of dust, you can only be a sign that you were here alive alone!

In the depths of the mirror, deliberately shattered hopes tremble; crumbling lines on the sincere-crying pit-grooves of faces would shout! Beautifying tear ***** throbb in feathers! No one can know if the labyrinths of our emotions are sincere, whether the human heart is honest or liars?! In the counterfeit machines kept under brain control, even memory degrades and gives birth to Nirvana deserts!
 
What can be hidden in the deep? The childhood image of ourselves as absolute adults can be understood more and more often! Many times, the fact that computational thinking always stops in the way of emotions as profit-seeking and deliberately raises barriers! Deserved happiness is also just another, cherished air fortress: whoever deserves it can no longer walk! - Even in our horrible long-lasting minutes, we should consciously learn how to inherit development, the iron-solid Will and the hope that although our common affairs may soon be the pillars of destruction, we also have a little prerogative for lasting prosperity!
 
Many times it goes unnoticed that we are deliberately exhausted by a cheering deficit: but it could be good to live when empathy tolerance can make a difference with seemingly sought-after stereotypes, and instead of sincere condolences. I would appreciate it! And those who preached the tramples of once wicked soles should not be harmed by the testifying lesson: “Man! Love your neighbor! ”
 
Our reluctant words in graying moon faces tremble for each other and are still afraid when I would have to confess voluntarily.

Twilight gloomy scorching on extinct exteriors! In the inner soul — in abundance, the Sleeper fantasizes about dreams! The cross-section of the objects is still palpable and they keep talking to the person if you listen to them! In a cracked existence, he stops and looks away, pondering a blank eye, and "how to proceed?" - just guessing if you can answer! Even in tossed movements, the fear of being universal is petrified! Space-wind sways every day in the face of the persecuted innocents who have yet to learn to respect Man!
 
We can be close to ourselves and far from ourselves at the same time; timeless prejudice flares up from all disgusting gazes! A half-nailed, startled child in himself whispers to the Past; scream world pain ready to be destroyed in Nothing! And the moment of Finality is approaching! Hiding in the rocky den of homes - yet receptive to conscious solitude - where you can know and feel: no one can disturb you with evil criticism and sayings!
 
Just as the unspeakable thought of refusing is no longer necessary for one who has remained a free thinker! The real wisdom is much more the conoculent defiant silence stuck outside every circle, and yet knowing everything: contingent, but in an intermediate state! - The inner soul retires silently into the Conflict's denied calm in order to condemn the computational compromise! We should learn to recognize the more hidden sounds of the body, to feel the sacred truths of our guessing words with our fingertips!
 
Shocking words many times they are all lying! It is only purposeful to empathize in the primeval forest of subtle nerves with sincere empathy! Start s End condenses!

Choking suffocates while the invisible saliva-honey of the Universe trickles; the liquid summer sun greeted with an impassive serene sky and could not hear the wail of the Earth! Vanity breaks down on me and the lost ignorance would roar in me - I will soon feel lost in this illuminated Space! I dig into myself as the deep wells of my hidden childish secrets bubble! "It's still night and the wandering shadows come back to my wounded heart to quench their thirst!"
 
The eyeballs of Silence squeak at me as they spit out, marching incessantly! Unspeakable action is constrained by Space and Time: Opened Opportunities by This Current Commissist Why does present have only foolish celebrities? Bleeding from a dense night, a beam of dawn comes up! Now I don’t know who will stay with me forever as an understanding friend or an immortal Dear?
 
Does the song still have food? Did you waste your sighs when the Will was forced to listen bitterly in me? Will you still have an answer to one of my monologues ?! As a watchdog, I just stop at the door of cherished homes! Among the trees with stripped skeleton badges, Death-chirping feathered chicks are growing! Inside me, I know, the rainbow of Hope would still fly while haunted by porches of hell! Words leap from my eternally active skull; the vulnerable child and the half-naked man have agony in me!
 
Do I have to live in anxiety forever ?! "If you could hold the eternal Dear Rebellion against my Destiny, I might as well hold on!" Who will have mercy on me from my drowning Death mood ?!

Longing and interest hold back and unite the World: The weak is humbled, the butane sucker does not learn, and bursting with a series of forced nods, he is laughed at by the tyrants! - At ten o'clock in the morning the swelling of them is still raging in the morning, whether in the restless sea the ladik or the barn,

predators that have dwindled in their stupidity, hyena-mouthed sucker-faces only live on! - The wake-up sleeper works twelve hours a day: we leave China with new peaks; we have certainly far exceeded the Bill of Existence. And while others use the easy galaxy method, such as ant-hacking hackers, to bank accounts with boring indifference and ease,

and as a cunning Trojan horse, they challenge meticulously constructed security, until then Gravity falls, and everyone wastes and stays in place: It's easier to prosper with sheep's bribes, isn't it? Though honor would be paid for with the cosmic universality of humanity - not as a favor of interests! - That's why I stay and still live with the promises of out-of-the-box - otherwise cheap promises of medicine

anyone can bribe, humiliate: Unrestrained, intrigued lies slaps the infestation, humiliates and sweatshows from those who always keep our noses up, as soon as the "Some" thinks, if they they set in their pride the proud, groundbreaking opportunity — to trample on just about anything that isn’t one-drinking with them. - They, with nice pity, would be cheap promisers to know the real contents of Truth:

task, and Annamari would also have nicely matched the pound poems from the letters: perhaps the universal Heureka spark of humanity could not be forgotten. The weak are malaysian in the cheap eyes of others anyway because they are much Vulnerable as witnesses!

The Night will lay you down with your heart attack! You stretch with hibernation in the soft, receptive darkness; in vain the fibrillating heart sways! Space-indifferent ice-cold shower-pull swings and welcomes into the abyss! Silently-anonymous Universe listens to the unexpected beats of your heartbeat; you know that you will always be indebted to Being! In vain does destruction bite you like cheap worm offspring - the trembling seismograph nerves are still clinging to the Colombian eggs of exploratory cultures! The puffy syrupy formula of your corpse crumbling through your pregnant nightmares!
 
You know, the Dream is the sister of your selfish Death in every count of cases - your vibrating, dull fear of death closes you in the evening! Lay down your lack of self-confidence in silence; you stretched out in rocking angelic arms as your Flame of Being ignited the last great and wrapped itself in motherhood on the Last Judgment Evening! Even your standing Executioner Time returns as a deceitful eternity because you can no longer expect anything like you did when you were a child! "When you already know that every fraudulent Promise will only delay another sounding anticipation - the passing of thieves and thieves will take you away!"
 
It will also rob you of your last dying breath! Horror has dug into your brain: be sure to commit and commit suicide from wounded pain! Your terrified fears are still squirming in you: pairs of train tracks and a screaming whistle indicate that you will be admitted to the service of Executioner Death

With frozen human will, he already seems unable to step out of the comfort zone. The alley cell forest of faces accelerates the already accelerated time. Standing ant-offspring propagate their useless footsteps down there. To love with others: a burgeoning betrayal of loyalty. - Even now, the most popular phrase is conscious star-ghosting loneliness.

When the love nest is full and the glassy existence is whitewashed. ****** scars cover the heart's pulsating parts everywhere. The diminutive disagreement also degrades itself into an expensive-cheap drama. It is as if the power of touch, of feelings, is constantly defrauding of common sense instincts.

The shadows suddenly increase and they must lose the moment that is considered to be stopped; the treacherous romance is that you can't make your eyes out enough. Do you need body-cab prostitution to operate the needs of life ?! "It would be better for the immortal universe to heal itself with werewolf blindness."

 In the urban jungle of the ruins of the outskirts, the cell-spiral of haunting moonlights and the musicality of the gradually encircling, taming shadows can always be useful against the ghosts staring at bamboo. Most people today are exhibitionist stateless: they leap out of a relationship into independence while they spend their family time on career building. - Our face is in vain for an oppressive, ambitious break.

The will of interest has long been divisible. If we could remain a prophetic shard, an unrecognizable spark riddle would be a more acceptable tolerance to the dark shadows of mirrors!

Wrap up in the thought of everyday departure! You may know: shelter is rare if you can provide you with posterity! Your sinful city will not allow a rightful liberation where you could never have been truly free! Your usual commentary and platinum-fattened text is always laughed at by light-hearted lazy worms! V.I.P.-volunteer parties are holding themselves with a chick-catcher, scout-commando on the shore of Lake Balaton duck swimmer! "You were a cowardly pull that you took the initiative in your life and you could hardly notice that they wanted to speak to you!"
 
With your face you grimace a constant boyish sadness and play arbitrarily, because your existence is still an entrenched escape! Only a few affordable, wandering phones can connect you to this ****** outside world right now! Your support can only be childish repentance now; while you, as members of your family, will slowly, bitterly become bitter! In his perfect nihiled years, however, you would have done better if you were squeezing the ducks of your immortal Beloved! The freedom of the thinker in the atrium of a gendarmerie perth has long since expired!
 
Even diva-vampires don't taste cup-glasses, they just pick them up and squeal them! After the surprise, the season of the landing branch can always come! In his own way, everyone is already teeming with selfish catastrophes of intoxication; barely picked up annual figures fall out one after another! Party service runs everywhere, but if they don’t bloom Judas ’money freezes soon! "Overnight promises of steaming bodies will soon be demanded by muscle gorillas!" The self-infection of party-swallowing parties is so total-complete

Wrap up in the thought of everyday departure! You may know: shelter is rare if you can provide you with posterity! Your sinful city will not allow a rightful liberation where you could never have been truly free! Your usual commentary and platinum-fattened text is always laughed at by light-hearted lazy worms! V.I.P.-volunteer parties are holding themselves with a chick-catcher, scout-commando on the shore of Lake Balaton duck swimmer! "You were a cowardly pull that you took the initiative in your life and you could hardly notice that they wanted to speak to you!"
 
With your face you grimace a constant boyish sadness and play arbitrarily, because your existence is still an entrenched escape! Only a few affordable, wandering phones can connect you to this ****** outside world right now! Your support can only be childish repentance now; while you, as members of your family, will slowly, bitterly become bitter! In his perfect nihiled years, however, you would have done better if you were squeezing the ducks of your immortal Beloved! The freedom of the thinker in the atrium of a gendarmerie perth has long since expired!
 
Even diva-vampires don't taste cup-glasses, they just pick them up and squeal them! After the surprise, the season of the landing branch can always come! In his own way, everyone is already teeming with selfish catastrophes of intoxication; barely picked up annual figures fall out one after another! Party service runs everywhere, but if they don’t bloom Judas ’money freezes soon! "Overnight promises of steaming bodies will soon be demanded by muscle gorillas!" The self-infection of party-swallowing parties is so total-complete.

Empathy-tolerance within ourselves. Nice speech nobly subversive sermons are all too little for the graffiti preachers of this century. Our days are swarming, like the million-year-old volcano that slumbers for the last time before eruptions, and while party queens flash their drunken self-consciousness in the latest fashions - the glorious company of lobbyists misses out on winning bids: the present gallant, helpless world can only hurt and gripe - tabloid media broadcasting sensationalist deceptions, spouting and screaming brainwashed propaganda.

But it is in vain to make education impossible when self-educated people have survived. A million times more conquering stubbornness, protesting resistance, than shrunken submission. An age of wrangling litigation rather than false submission. No longer to bow and scrape to Rolex-watching nobodies or kiss *** in front of canary-voiced titters.

We must oppose this inglorious, grotesque century, which daily tramples on prudent common sense: no need to blink at it, nor is it inglorious. From now on, it is no longer the insidious hypocrisy, the merciless chess-hazard game of points - in the depths of our souls, it is not only the yoked, fake slogans that make us universally say no to the boorish styles of judgmental morality.

Intellectual ideas should be used to educate the true heroes of the Age to become European gentlemen, with thoughtful responsibility and not with protection. If only we could have time to regard the eccentric, the blind, the lame as human, peace would be restored to our troubled hearts!

Leading fatigue spread in his bones and on my face, like a prison, the grid of monotonous and bitter pessimism settles. I continue to think and work in the craters of nothing and boredom.

I look out my window and nick it for a long time just for myself, the jagged veins of mountains, the carved rock stumps! For the time that is getting slower and slower, I don’t have the courage to listen. They are in order on the cared shelves of my brain, the memories taking care; the Existence is still drumming with me for the time being as a beat of the wounded heartbeat, even sometimes only a sick self-pity pulls me out of my bunk-style bed every day!

Human sacrifices, and all of you: Angel-spirited saints, like those who come upon broken human stumps, but accept as compassionate compassion — protective maternal lives, reassuring salvation and harmony — please do not hate, but give if there is a soul in you. a new opportunity: Equal opportunities for the disadvantaged!

My inverted Parma ham-like leg - if I go a long way - can no longer sense the futility of miles! Just stop for a moment, and as honorable, wise fathers, caring mothers, give me a gift of calmness, selfless kindness that caresses the delicate veins of your hair, devotional rocking gifts with a calm heart, but don't kick me, just because I was blacklisted and my name he was merely cursed and stigmatized!

- I like to comfort me with my chubby, stocky hands, and I have rocked my tears many times: A good friend and an enemy can understand me equally - if they do not recognize the concept of golden moderation, the only guardian angel who can help me.

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

You think I was half-hearted when you heard my phone voice! My opponent - you may have known - was resignation even then! "Time has put my arm on my hard-ticking heart, and I can't know who will be by my side when the" majority "considered it Adults, even though I was just a child left behind in the world! Tell me, my dear friend? Is there anything left of that serenity that divides selfless harmony, your sun-smiled smile that could once restore my unconditional zest for life?! Do you know where I had to land on the depths of my self-pity alone to be a dignified human being and still myself?!
 
What you gave as a gift, if there were any, I could only accept your words of encouragement Treasure and the holy supplication of angels from your soft and tender voice as if
 
as a mother, you would hold in my hand the eternal dinner! "You're sure to say today, 'Leave me alone.' I don't have time for you either! ” "And somewhere inside, the black pain haunted and chewed selfishly!" Please, you should sincerely promise as an Acceptable Oath or Faithful Confession; as soon as you can free up a fraction of your little ******* time you only deal with me and care and honor my soul-craving soul
 
with your pair-line savior messages! I feel a familiar will governing my Scapegoat, and I can’t find the sparks of Happiness I deserve even if I remain a self-indulgent, shy Don Quixote! I was afraid you couldn’t get to know it enough anymore, you don’t fully accept it yet! And what you refer to as a childish gossip is ****** serious fate problems worrying my Soul! "Give uplifting courage, a comforting refuge to my anxious palm."

Millions of illuminated celestial lilies. Saints guard and bleed the Lighthouse of Light, the glow of halos. Blindfolded silver-eyed: Spike-stars distant planets damage their scaly bodies to immortality with the strange tissues of the night! At once, all the headaches will be lost in them, and the wounded twilight will tear blood-flames!

Gigantic butterflies, night-watching grasshopper armies are chirping in the declared slaughterhouse of darkness - man with a gentle dream, now he can hardly rest! I can no longer slip to my liking in the mist field of milky farmers - I should sleep already - and I know that somewhere a charming angel is dreaming with me with a sigh!

Her restless and holding Heart was planting her clattering harassment - she has planted in me even now: My peace is threatened by my spirit wandering on the border of alertness and insomnia! My Adam-costumed body and its heated accessories get richly wet from glass *****.

The captivity of the ice cubes Anktartisz now tempts me so well, successfully, - my tongue, which haunts the immortality of kisses, glows and glows with a flagging instinct in my mouth, forgetfulness breeds among my flourishing memories. The distant Milky Way now froze in the funnels of lilies. In his sky, proud light giants flock! Planetary continents trained in cold fire-furnaces — conscious pendulum hours of calm and perhaps sure satisfaction — are an endless, always rearrangeable, and rethinkable question mark of Desire: Did I do well, did I do it? And can we avoid the spike of pain together?

- Conscious recognizability is found in the Gordian cycle: It cannot be avoided with knowledge!

If Sin had been true, it would have been done to self-deception! The faces of Eber-flattering, petting cockroaches are changing! The time for sure handshakes in loyalty is finally over; you wallow your humanity you can't give yourself up! You should forget the breaking monkeys and pass the **** whistleblower! Words that excite from the depths also shatter like sacred phrases, flowing like plastered plaster; captured in captivating schizophrenic mirrors on the Live! The minute of self-loss breaks down into parts amid terrible torments; silent silence recorded on a tape recorder is listened to even if the silly Hope has been trashed many times!
 
A deadly trap today is also a feigned pretense, you can not raise happiness or restless! In dominant, aggressive instincts, the Redeeming Paradise Island of the Peace Plate is soon immersed; Neanderthal gorillas chatter about existence struggles while barely thriving on more than two straws! Many sublime captives preach their sublime words twisted into biblical pathos! A complicit preacher as a peculiar mongrel mixture when colluding with the growths of petting; "How long can you endure this Nobody's Land?!"
 
Whom the haunting Moon shines through, he does not confess to himself that he sinned when he cowardly cowardly and did not allow the immortal Beloved to come near! Beaten like a closed, orphaned child, you feel the troubled explosions of your heart; your heart attack is getting worse! "Puffy monsters and their little chick dumplings will soon catch the chewed column wall!"

The fertile Silence can hardly be shrouded inside! Silent Cosmos-Space is the once soul-seeing eye; a body-left, winged bird that can’t learn to fly again! Stone is captured by breaking hyenas and crushing moral nobility! Escaping from myself, the rattling wave of the Spirit can hardly be heard!
 
A squeak of light projected on rocks only increases its shadow in the dark - it doesn’t warm! A skeleton turned upside down from skin and flesh remains if he reveals and lets go of all secrets: he received a final defense as a gift from this cipher-comedian Fate when the gates of the immortal Universe open! For even if the Spirit left on his face is undressed, he thinks he will be wounded! The Trench of Being is gradually filled with wells of sorrow!
 
Tuning has been going on in me for thirty years and I still couldn't start my continuous life! A lone ark has already ruined our skulls; the sad tears are raging, its pearls are rippling! The jungle hairs of my hiding body are filled with lies lying from the slammed sermon! There is a secret disease in our permeable organs; with the invisible legs kick the Live! "Butterfly's dream sleeps under piles of blankets, flying immortally from one flower to another!"
Being, if you don't take care of your baby's medium, will be nothing! The awakening child awakens in us consciously and half-naked! "Morality is a sin among light-hearted women!" Who smells sweaty, motherless nights and how else can he survive?!

Petal-white elastic *****; all your photos are another fatal blow to my heart! I want to confess to you with an eternal heartbeat that walks you through Allness, if you listen and listen to my fallen words! Today, the small-style monkey choir likes to cling to shreds and scolds someone easily! Complaint-ready supplication wounds puncture holes in the atrium of my soul when it is incomprehensible to my compliments "what is it?" - the answer! "In the lighthouse solitude of high rock walls, it would be good to tremble with you!" Facing the rocking pearls of the veil waterfall, we would kiss each other's Universe-shaking bodies and rejoice in the conscious emotion that our petal-heartbeat is pulsating and vibrating!
 
Hungry Greed ignites his tiny candles in the eyes of Hyenas! As an escaped stream, your deer cherishes stars; With his righteous, unconditional goodness, he comforts the Child who is stuck in me! And as if he had intentionally swallowed a knife; your superstitious kisses of being sobered up and encouraged to learn to grow up for Human-scale tasks! My brain is still wondering: Do you succeed ?!
 
A screaming sparrow was buzzing around me, but I knew if you stood by me you couldn't get in trouble! I still have to live on this earth! I can hardly do anything else! I'm starting to slow down the rules of Being's chess game, and many times the result has been nausea! "That's why I invented my strange fads in defense!" "You're still rushing in the dark, fooling yourself if you think you deserve Career Success, and then everyone will serve you!" - Our Will depends on hesitant threads; sit down next to me and I will confess to you everything

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

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

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

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

We are looking for new celebrity Adam and Eve every day; no one doubts the guarantees of barely fame anymore and the jobs they get easily that are filled early! This way you can soon get into the top smiling idiot-trainers who sold themselves! They raise exemplary stunt cathedrals out of self-righteous swearing! You can see watercolor-petaled flowers in your beating heart while barely listening to the words of your redeeming love! Blood-red wounds dried senselessly on your forehead: your handshakes, if any, were immediately bribed and betrayed!
 
Every day he already encounters himself with the fire of those who would most like to hide from gaze; life offers its bribed, lying cedar dreams and it matters whether they have ever been loved for themselves! Outside, our self-possessed Narcissus obsessives pull themselves to a gallows every day when they answer valuable questions in the dark, even at night! Being seems like a single, crazy illusion! Needle and thread will sew your cross-dress even on yourself and your skin! Between your lips, your outspoken tongue is still swaying into the bloodthirsty belfry!
 
You are still playing chess with yourself with sets of risks of dubious value: “Where can I go if my longing soul cannot yet be called by wise advice ?! "You can only be on balance with someone who cares for you if you're ready to break out of your stubborn wanderings!" And even every fifth minute of your serious, encrypted privacy can be boldly trampled on the wavelengths of your electronics, you are an emigrant of Cyber societies

As a bat swarm, with a final, coughing cough, human empathy will disappear from this vicious world. Because a strong enemy always and lawfully suppresses the weak. Cracking, apocalyptic sorrows dissolve and bind: they put secret roots where they are not needed, because self-confidence would be the master.

The primordial certainty of our dull, brain-washed senses is sweet. There is always a broken wing whispering in the brazen obsession of the word-karate left behind words. We'll put up with curdled wounds dotted with bullet coats to rush the secret of human morality, the presence of a moral soul - the common thing: We are human and not wild!

Bulls wounded in the midnight lights dance with a steaming, alcohol-bold, and will not be able to think clearly about their inviting instincts of rampage: "Are they going to be completely out of themselves?" - Our dreaded consciousness is drawing everything sharp. The secret duel camp of early cryers and late switchers is increasingly pushing its boundaries.

Idiots trapped in militant blocks, profitable profit-seekers preaching to fatty public goods, but preaching primarily for themselves; who rolls up his rolled glass beads for the cudar-obsessed future ?! The historical mare of the brainwashed collective has long since burst.
A deliberate backdrop was led by a large congregation of puppeteers. There are also conceptual troubles for unsupervised individuals who simply build something for themselves on a conscious mind.

Through the stomping lady's gibberish, she's fondled as a celebratory cockade by the torn, ***** **-nikhai.
Latino James Bond look-alikes and Fame Fatales have their grip on their fame. In the cheap places of our hearts, the black-star prison has long since been pierced by the crying word!

My dear earthly friendship is a glorified Universe! When I looked at you with hesitant, squeaking trembling after the winter-smelling aftermath of windy March idus; my incredible despair, and my selfish self-pity calvary — Intentionally you could feel yourself — if you wanted to — I didn’t go there to you! My chubby bones were rattled and crackled by the wind of the ordas: the crouching shadow on the line of my heel turned into an ugly bat wing and the peoples of the gentlemen were dressed like a *****! With ringing, friendly letters every day
 
I honor you and the sure doubts continue to make you uncertain: Are you still reading at all? And your redeeming tender Gioconda pillar glows again to a noble thought and we can become Friends!
 
But fearful: My life-giving, broad hope fades like a rotten straw in my silently killing Time, because you are not by my side to lift me up! The silly whims of tinsel trends are driving Man to my fashion monkey camp today! I would like to glorify understanding and Peace! Crying with humble humility I call you Dear to lift you up close to yourself! My stupor and my soul might be able to successfully confront those who sin against me, the marchers of my soul! "Without compromising on hateful compulsions, I might want to trust you alone when everyone else has left!"
 
Your quiet Universe being would glow on the hearts of my beating heart if you could, and honor me with the Angelic possibilities of your empathy! - You know: When I cry, a Child in me whines with you who needs to be comforted! My joy might be able to wake up alone next to you…

My dear earthly friendship is a glorified Universe! When I looked at you with hesitant, squeaking trembling after the winter-smelling aftermath of windy March idus; my incredible despair, and my selfish self-pity calvary — Intentionally you could feel yourself — if you wanted to — I didn’t go there to you! My chubby bones were rattled and crackled by the wind of the ordas: the crouching shadow on the line of my heel turned into an ugly bat wing and the peoples of the gentlemen were dressed like a *****! With ringing, friendly letters every day
 
I honor you and the sure doubts continue to make you uncertain: Are you still reading at all? And your redeeming tender Gioconda pillar glows again to a noble thought and we can become Friends!
 
But fearful: My life-giving, broad hope fades like a rotten straw in my silently killing Time, because you are not by my side to lift me up! The silly whims of tinsel trends are driving Man to my fashion monkey camp today! I would like to glorify understanding and Peace! Crying with humble humility I call you Dear to lift you up close to yourself! My stupor and my soul might be able to successfully confront those who sin against me, the marchers of my soul! "Without compromising on hateful compulsions, I might want to trust you alone when everyone else has left!"
 
Your quiet Universe being would glow on the hearts of my beating heart if you could, and honor me with the Angelic possibilities of your empathy! - You know: When I cry, a Child in me whines with you who needs to be comforted! My joy might be able to wake up alone next to you…

In them, then, waking as a secret instinct met with resistance! Like Prometheus in the spikes of a nucleus, complicit killers in the atomic explosion of our emotions: We took advantage of the promising of immortality, the All-Inclusive, everything that can be returned at interest Minutes: The Irreversible - Reciprocable, Recoverable, Holy Transgender

which can be transferred to the organic part of our biological cell germ, can be received in the same way as the Universe! And in the meantime, we only sought to transcend our immortality by transcending in our own ancient pleasures — burned out — Yet together; in a single, pure and eternal Holy conviction we may be held captive

nailed moment! - The stubborn barking of our blood-wounds awkwardly becomes omnipotent: Eternal, learned, touching grace. We are echoing sounds that can also be heard in each other's heartbeats! - The consciousness of cell fission has reached the brain, we have often been stuck in the expanding flirtatious expansion of our intermediate time. Outside of us, through the colonized, colonized realms in the degraded Cosmos Space, the vulnerable messenger listens to it, listening to the vulnerable messenger: Intellect and common sense companions - an immortal needle stumbled and then reached the inner, comprehensive, and graspable boundary of the brain!

You said it yourself - at least enough: We're floating on a rocking scale. Themselves are the discarded, cracked sandbags of mortality: Who can know more? And who is right? Do the tiny billions of particles in our cells, the fissures of our molecules, serve our selfish needs alone or our falling instincts?

Broken coconut squeaking milk on the sand; softly embraces the cool lover! The contemplative looks into distant waves like shards of memory! The deserted shores are waking up. The undulating chapters of tadpoles are starting to breathe! These intricate beings flow and return according to their completed plan! There are still thousands of image-memories floating in our brains, the memory full of flowing motion of thought; distant ideas can fade into glittering gems, but more importantly hand in hand - the romance of sunsets!
 
He easily slams into the lust-shirt of loves, but isn’t the sincerity of Loyalty a sackcloth ?! We mutter the exaggerated Word of Confession in front of ourselves, while we hide the circle symbols of Love in the sand and let the cultivated Order disintegrate into ourselves! His shimmering wide model of the Universes will happily lick our bodies, in which the Spirit can still be a free prisoner, surrendering himself to thinking depths!
 
I would flee to the outcast captivity of hugging arms; there would be a door and a tunnel and a rescue line at the same time - and you have to survive with clenched teeth! Ominous game today is the uncertain Future! Death picks up heads rolling on endless rails when it strikes! - We have whispered to our speaking shells our most precious secrets: take note of the realm of Poseidon, when the heart of Being eternal may already be boiled into one in the Universe; immersed in each other! Immersed, we discover ourselves with the immortality of every moment!
 
World-deafening proud Silence can no longer bother us! Although it is impossible to make a living, blowing slices can only be understood and listened to through a shower of pounding petals! In the balmy touch of swan hands, we forget the Wonder we deserve.

The ancient calamity of the relationships that can be made on earth, The torment of all torments and shrinks me further! Often the consolation of new-sweet saintly-misses is of no help, if they reward for little trifles! No more need of the temporary possibility of continuation: cheap promises, false hopes! I should erase from my past the cursed minutes of my past, and what bleeds me daily! In the catacombs of my unhappy mind, I would in vain forget, The smelling filth soon accumulates!

On the infinite wall, once more, it would be well if a tiny, tiny crack could be found! Vain, obstinate epochs of defiance keep their hold upon their own! - Our disconnected, socially-hybernated senses may say otherwise; as if everyone else existed here in a dim, transcendent dimming! As now Celebrity dames, disowned seventh-coast V.I.P. faces parade in their every movement, playing the self-deception of calculation, and the unhappiest among them, who bathes in the radiant optimism of his being!

He who deceives himself with the antidote of consoling lies, Seldom receives from his inner self the redeeming message, That from the sincerity of his soul he has lost the known Essence! Were we to walk the sure path-way of things' definite, predictable emotions, and see in their context the beaded holy-eyes of others, we would be the embodiment of a hard, earthly Golgotha! - All farewells are now the stylist's made-up veneer of faces: long since run out from under them Executioner-plagued Time! Seldom can a change of age mark a sure bet!

HALK METEORS

I'm afraid because I can't trust anyone, and because I'm constantly disappointed - I only exist, even in the face of purulent scars, rocking dust! I try to look inside myself: What else can the secret map of my heart hide and how can it be even more lasting in biological material than ore? The lazy and monotonous minutes of walking through the alley of Life remain mortal until then - the eternal crisis of immortality is given to the happy legacy of star-eyes!

The perforated, leaked days are spinning around, squeezing into a vise, that you can't be with me - at most just in thought - and rushing around me like an overzealous gun, the assured fear is busy! Around me - I was afraid, I had already closed everything, because I was alone in conscious uncertainty: I was a stranger. They are stretched out towards me, even stretched by the cold indifference spikes of the ice stars. The cosmos is gaping in space, the black hole isn't fiddling, because I can be a kid again - if only for fragments - and rock in my mother's safe lap! "I don't know where to go, on designated, well-traveled roads?"

There that I have never been able to walk before, or are there risk-free beasts guided by poaching hunts that alternate war messages, cheap motherhoods? Then, if the protector Someone is next to me, maybe we will start with a definite undeniable pride, and with every perception of the blind we will unravel the secrets of the uncertain unknown Doom!

And perhaps our greatest sin will be that we have not remained convulsively clinging to us even in the decisive, defining moments - and we will forgive in the crater of our hearts that priceless tears will fall from the chasms of our soul-seeing eyes like soft meteors…

My dad stands in the net of uncertainty, looks down like a long-lived, experienced and timed man, dare to face his young face with a werewolf - my father is entangled in the net of uncertainty:

I see the ramparts of rich heights of porthole, their trembling, gray hedges, and teach with a stubborn mood the eternally unbridled, natural lesson: "Do not give yourself!" - The dogs' chorus of chants yell in the roaring sounds of the street - that I flee and bounce back in a panel vack unless I see them! Bloods are laughing freely, as executioners, as four-footed perils! - My dad's not fine! Asthmatic seizures, hurricane oxygen deficiencies stifle your bushy lungs with suffocation! The doctors liked to try their patience with the patience of the patient, as a kind-hearted prisoner!

The crouching back of the humpback mountains - across the horizon, even a bouncing whip: Lightning-knife zigzag, female twilight wheat kisses the sun's rays. Tomorrow, there will be new trials: Either you bow as an obedient willor, or you will stand as a convicted man, to play with you cheaply and as a rag!

Carefully, there is an ore-ring from the depths of the valley captivity - My father is trapped in a web of insecurity, has become more and more difficult to move, and has a well-developed but still zingara body. No calling, no gesture, just long throats, grumbling sound tapes - With the final countdown begun at Man's birth, he borrows to death! Maybe my dad is bitter, slowly, and like the raw lemon

An ancient Calvary of Earth-based relationships, its agony is shrinking and shrinking! Many times, the comfort of new-sweet holy smiles does not help when they are rewarded for little nothing! You no longer need the temporary option to continue: cheap promise, cheat hope! I should erase the crédos of **** minutes from my past, and what really bleeds daily! In the catacombs of my unhappy scrolling brain - even though I forget - the smelling dirt soon accumulates!

Many times, it would be good for an infinite wall to attack a tiny, small gap! The vain, stubborn defiance of the Dac-era keeps them in power! - Our disconnected, socially-hibernated senses have something else to say; as if everyone existed in a different dimension, in a breathless way! Like celeb ladies, denied frantic beach V.I.P. faces march in every move they play, deceiving self-deception, and the most unhappy of them, bathing in the radiant optimism of their being!

Whoever deceives himself with the remedy of comforting lies rarely receives a message of redemption from his inner self that the sincere essence of his soul has been lost! If we were to walk the secured path of things, to see the specific, predictable emotions of things, and to see in the context of others' pearled sacred eyes, they would be the epitome of earthly Golgotha! - Farewell to the makeup stylists' faces of their faces: Hangman Time is long gone! Change of era can rarely be a sure bet!

An intrusive suspicion lurks from within, watch no adventure! My handcuffing Being still tied to the detainee, escaping nothingness, the loss will unfold in a conscious euphoria, because I really wanted to believe in true promises that were proved again only in their lies! The unstoppable threat is already ubiquitous; red knife shards dazzled in the face of a scorching sunset!
Even the working Cosmos seems to revolve around itself merely for deliberately forgetting Man! The pedal of my line should be turned into turbo speed, and six while I have the strength and holy Will!
 
Something could have grabbed me and now I am missing it; voluntarily, I fall faster into the cavity-bottom of undermining pits, for I cannot know who can still hold my hesitant hand to pass through the fierce congregation of great, success-besieging great fish? And if there is even a Career Opportunity at all, the mercenaries of Blind Luck are immediately sawed apart by self-bribing five-minute famous s chopsticks! Most of the villains today are like a rubbed businessman, for whom the World is still a usable toy!
 
The running shadow of Silence would crash, and trembling centipede rat leeches would **** each other's blood, if it could be obtained eagerly! "A stern-hard hand waves at Executioner's bean," What the hell are you scribbling for? No use! My mother's redemptive voice, the hustle and bustle of horror, sways space after hard-judging words; many times every equation seems unsolvable!
How can I learn the recipe for survival, which I myself doubt many times?
 
Brain-softened gorilla brains, chirping-smiling, kissing little kittens, lift yourself up to the pillars of universal knowledge — and don’t be as dark-foolish as the midnight forest!
 
An intrusive suspicion lurks from within, watch no adventure! My handcuffing Being still tied to the detainee, escaping nothingness, the loss will unfold in a conscious euphoria, because I really wanted to believe in true promises that were proved again only in their lies! The unstoppable threat is already ubiquitous; red knife shards dazzled in the face of a scorching sunset!
Even the working Cosmos seems to revolve around itself merely for deliberately forgetting Man! The pedal of my line should be turned into turbo speed, and six while I have the strength and holy Will!
 
Something could have grabbed me and now I am missing it; voluntarily, I fall faster into the cavity-bottom of undermining pits, for I cannot know who can still hold my hesitant hand to pass through the fierce congregation of great, success-besieging great fish? And if there is even a Career Opportunity at all, the mercenaries of Blind Luck are immediately sawed apart by self-bribing five-minute famous s chopsticks! Most of the villains today are like a rubbed businessman, for whom the World is still a usable toy!
 
The running shadow of Silence would crash, and trembling centipede rat leeches would **** each other's blood, if it could be obtained eagerly! "A stern-hard hand waves at Executioner's

Now I should put myself in front of your swan-knees as someone who is definitely sacrificing their lives in a duel, hair - how much have I walked after you now that it becomes familiar in front of the retina of multi-optic glasses that old age is knocking with prickly blinks - but only twenty-nine in the past!

The sublime, confessional-like revelation was familiar: the two of us should have walked along the frontiers of Being together, while it was only possible to suspend the fading tuty of my cowardice for a time! - Yes! Now we have to say that with his piercing knife and reflectors, the ****** is scattering gift shards towards us: I love you!

Now I should discover everything and peel off you and yourself, when, as an old acquaintance, you smuggle the bitter pearls of hurt vulnerability into my everyday life, and I can no longer feel the shelter of your swan hand. Your heartbeat is no longer jingling, and our conscience is torn, our croaking guitar strings now

it should send the melody of Hope. Now we should say, Oh, how much of me You were in one person: The immortal, breathing testimony that hides the consolation of our tears on our magpie faces, and the only Love that has endowed us with eternity! - The near-consciousness of Loneliness's death that I would be social beings then was not a calculated-angel and you were selfless

your selfless, armored confidence; the all-embracing Hope! "My boyish vulnerability could only run after you lost hope - you couldn't keep your treasured, priceless being because you didn't want to."

Now the crazy, bribed Loneliness, like a silent, irresponsible killer, burst into my life: And then I just started saying to myself, “If you are afraid and afraid of Tomorrow, at least give me the world today and appreciate it! "And among so many endless things, Man seemed to sparkle, beneath the surface of vanities!"

Mood pessimism is now more than unbearable - when the bad weather comes! You know the mood of your mood - patiently waiting for your joy! Slowly, maybe you don't have money left over. Your stomach is declaring a protesting, swirling war against you, and you know: In you, self-pity grows like an unhooked ****!

As a barking herd member, I deliberately never drifted with the crowd. As a sure stubbornness of my intention, I consciously shut myself up with seven padlocks, and my whole otherworldly dead-white reality throbbed like a single sore wound while my cowardly heart drummed. "But down here now, there's a misty foggy silence everywhere and the narrow line of sight is limited to my nose!"

And I consciously got off the unstoppable tram of desire: I let mad and bribed loves tangle in tangles! "It would have been much better to forget all the magic wonders of my past," the incessant darkness is still flaunting its dreaded labyrinths in the city, while making loud noises after it, as it seeks to destroy with hatred! "Tears are soldering my sad eyelids forever."

Deer eyes glistening richly with mirad stars shine in my eyes: possible and impossible! As treasures, I keep even happier memories of a miserable, sad Being and rippled waves of tears like restless waterfalls flowing into Nirvana-nothing! Growing above our heads every whole day, but also in pieces, we cross our borders and limitations! In slow-moving universe kisses, how long can you keep Faithful Love, which cannot slam the gates of the open Spirit and betray you in ambush?!
 
We can see our selfish fears in unison and maybe even overcome them! Even our unwashed shirts are all drowning in sobs! A four-day mustache bribes me first to leave, then it stings hell-prickly! Missing scissors are straining his breathing throat and he is having a silent debate with his continuing Existence! Why is superstition of the superstitious Kisses of the Universe lacking in Human Faithfulness?!
 
Body s Soul is not always united in the same dimension! A disembodied crypt-like face stares back at me from the loneliness of cracked mirrors: interrogates and asks! "Why didn't you do everything for your secure relationships, and why did you miss so many worthy opportunities to be sure to fill out for someone?!"

- A wave of movement rocking even in the eyes of superstitious stars; movements are fragmented by the rock! In a falling motion, only suicides can still be vigilant! In horizontal silence, the Eye caresses vertical gazes! “Everyone is disappointed in their youthful cry that they barely tried to stay children

A hot threat sizzles between the volcanic thighs of an exotically censored lady! Immediate and immortal annihilation in wasteland, like the superstitious formula of the Universe that everyone is already curious about! In a humiliating, apocalyptic failure to the ground, the beating heart forces itself into chess games! You will become a traitor if you try to believe in style - pretty, human phenomena! We explode into ourselves when we have to deliberately endure the pitfalls of failure!
 
The onion-dark shells of human personalities may not be allowed to be peeled by anyone other than the one we truly love so as not to be hurt; we have learned an eternal idea from the sincere pearls of tears, and a mischievous-grimacing little man lives with us in the depths of the onion peel soul! Even without rebellion, we can rarely fit into the creative-wanting community! Ingenuity and cunning purpose is rarely if it fits into our honor!
 
It would be good to step out of every curve mirror and accept that Reality is also a certain form of Appearance! Betrayals will encourage truths to dust off; the awe-inspiring shadow of Being is a motos-well in the depths of complex souls! As an orphaned antenna, the Child can only lonely, abandoned in our beating hearts: even a few can understand his unknown-familiar word!
 
A cherished swamp of a chubby face-case, if you are tense you can't make friends, build new relationships as much as you want! Our familiar fingers stroke through the year-rings of our memories and cut off our unnecessary remnants! "In our life, dripping killer nails are cynically pricked, waking you up!"

When I was drawn to myself at once as a summer rampage, and the heat flirted with us, the landscape was sultry, fogged with volcanic vapors, and we would be accustomed to an air war of refreshing drafts — our eyes trained for science. We should stop losing the false illusion - which we have told each other as truth - and just love it as a sweet-sad consolation of tears! Just watch as the mature, drunken summer kisses the veins of tree leaves into golden treasures, training lattice-belly blinds so that when we fall into each other’s arms at the universal word of the Universe we can refresh the hiatus of the air.

Caress your hair with delicious and pleasant chocolate chips! "But happiness and satisfaction do not radiate from me now," despised bitterness rages with the pounding steel needle of a steam drill in your heart:


Now that you have grown into a married, committed woman, you can only vegetate almost every day so that the eternal One Emotion dies immortal again as Prometheus. “Many times I watch the silver smile of stars with a delicate navel — but that doesn’t hope for salvation either. To resurrect the immortal realm of Eden! Your eyes are two vulnerable, orphaned

a tiny continent of desolation and also the books - with which I surround myself every day, and they have brought remorse that has destroyed my counted time. Now, under the bearded icicles, I crouch up like beaten shipwrecks. The indifferent Winter also targets me with killer frost glances over my head!

Carat-deep heat destroys contagious; whistling in the trenches of empty playgrounds and a weedy woman Instead of cheerfully cheering, rich child-thugs, vulnerability teaches each other to survive! There is already a feeling of hostility in a state of consciousness, hidden in conscious uncertainty! We are all standing in a whirlwind lane and we are either ******* or doing enough tricks! We study grimacing faces at the edges of skulls! Today, Hon is still a caressing dream of a waiter, a seeming America, where cheap inflationary forints are also gaining power!
 
The limbs, which have been severely plasticized, turn into syrups with an expired warranty, and nowhere to get the words of sincere-friendly gestures! This current ***** misery is appetizing; you can't help bear no one's suffering anymore! Sunlit solarium faces glide into a melting target on the donkey ladder of envy; the rusty arrow trembles in vulnerable hearts! This current swimming pool looks like a huge, gaping pit in Kettle-Country! - Among ******* demigods and goddesses freaking in bikinis, what can skinny meatball boys do?!
 
The traditional feeling of life also smells of cooking oil, and you have no idea that the compromising details will remain unfaithful in themselves! An unmistakable hallmark is the scent of every busy worker! How much new oriental culture and obscene ******* will the tolerant of the party and festival ether! "Prophets can therefore cultivate on paper the traditions of standing in the wilderness!" "You can only know the original sin, but for me it is enough for a whole pathetic life!" You had plenty of time to get *****! The question is: How do you want to look cleaner again?!

Carat-deep heat destroys contagious; whistling in the trenches of empty playgrounds and a weedy woman Instead of cheerfully cheering, rich child-thugs, vulnerability teaches each other to survive! There is already a feeling of hostility in a state of consciousness, hidden in conscious uncertainty! We are all standing in a whirlwind lane and we are either ******* or doing enough tricks! We study grimacing faces at the edges of skulls! Today, Hon is still a caressing dream of a waiter, a seeming America, where cheap inflationary forints are also gaining power!
 
The limbs, which have been severely plasticized, turn into syrups with an expired warranty, and nowhere to get the words of sincere-friendly gestures! This current ***** misery is appetizing; you can't help bear no one's suffering anymore! Sunlit solarium faces glide into a melting target on the donkey ladder of envy; the rusty arrow trembles in vulnerable hearts! This current swimming pool looks like a huge, gaping pit in Kettle-Country! - Among ******* demigods and goddesses freaking in bikinis, what can skinny meatball boys do?!
 
The traditional feeling of life also smells of cooking oil, and you have no idea that the compromising details will remain unfaithful in themselves! An unmistakable hallmark is the scent of every busy worker! How much new oriental culture and obscene ******* will the tolerant of the party and festival ether! "Prophets can therefore cultivate on paper the traditions of standing in the wilderness!" "You can only know the original sin, but for me it is enough for a whole pathetic life!" You had plenty of time to get *****! The question is: How do you want to look cleaner again?!

As if neither the university, nor the distrustful Present, stood for the desire for emotion, love, passions, but for the unknownly expanding XXI. century - far from here, in a system of forgotten cosmoses, star-space, on the morning of an unbearably insecure existence, and in its time of day when cheerful fairies laugh and play in the patinated corridors that cherish echoing voices.

How incompetent we thought then, at a young age, to love dedicated to eternity: As fulfilled immortality in the twilight of the gods! - It was as if a ruling Ancient Power had carved us out of flesh and blood, and he did not look where we could go, what we could do with our own decisions and will, and to defend against all fate, with tears, and not just relentless indifference. without its magic, intertwined like re-forged and indestructible handcuffs that simultaneously guard and hold the spectra of transient Time!

We felt then, as a common part of invulnerable Oneness, we added something together to the world of the unrecognizable rotation! The dense and musty air of the benches was surrounded by the abandoned atmosphere of dowry, but it didn't bother you at all; you laid the fragile bend of your tender, lily-headed head on my thick beam shoulders, and you let the hidden heartbeat message you in harmony: I learned from you that it exists, and you can still be uplifted, proud, to keep Honesty!

Now I can only vegetate as a discouraged hermit: I try to preserve the content and details of my things so that I can remember something more, something eternal and unforgettable!

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

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

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

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

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

In space, he was suddenly shaking at some minute-sudden speed: The jargon, the thief, and the ugly speech were in place: Attraction heaps of sarcasm! The round celestial body of the moon first stretched with a grimly distorted spirit in the slushy, puddle-mirror of the bus stop, and with the shaking howling winds! - We distribute the judgment ourselves, - we cannot choose from complicit and unworthy possibilities - he is in a suit,

masquerade Gorillas, built artificial nail plaza kittens dictated the agreed trend: S the immortal apocryphal pyramids of cultures are soon forgotten!

And as soon as they can do me a favor, they laugh one last time and leave me alone! Our small life is both ridiculous and pathetic at the same time! The risky decay that promises to destroy the inner self - in vain in terrorist words: The True, Tangible Essence is not attainable!

If we do not take care and make sure that our self-pity is in direct proportion to our slippery pessimism - or with our skinny spark optimism we will soon get ourselves a hangman! - Explosion of unsolicited electrical nerve pathways at the edge of brain cells -

the million tiny molecules tried to guard like a unifying flea in the expanding space of the intellect! - We couldn't do it! Killer, self-digesting in a relentless form: we push, crowd and under the weight of daily robotics if necessary - not so much for starvation wages; we break under the stigma of fate!

I was limping with stumbling footsteps, in the twilight of moonlight! Side-lurking, fierce trees stood chained, saluting; attention! Trembling animal sediment, in an ominous silence, I kept expecting the expelled darkness to break into the light! My tears, unstoppable tears were trembling and anxious, and they had finally stopped there! In a roaring sense of danger, I must have exclaimed and recognized myself; only on the side of my immortal Beloved could holy Peace have been created now; I had already doubled my playful, childhood self, and it would have been good to know it safe: I could still alleviate the wrath of Man!
 
"Vultures pushed back and forth and none of them asked, 'Can you help me with something?' "I would have liked to hide in a mountain of celestial cosmos blades of grass!" Unnoticed as a timid hedgehog music in the caves of Avar-piles!
I should still find the One-One stray ray that glows and guards in the darkness at the same time because it wants to protect! Chopped cloves of cheese between the lips of the two crescents also turn happiness into a balmy, radiant night radiating flame of happiness!
 
"Our little pathetic disasters could not have illuminated the situation any better: we always stop sympathetically before the freedom of entrances!" For many, it’s already a momentary, Heaven’s joy to be able to chew conspicuously on the screens of public tabloid channels while also replacing the week leader with dwarves! The superstitious lady often guided me with *******! Among the gorilla-faced, inflated Colossus Titans, I don’t even feel good anymore; it would have been nice to have romantic, budding, romantic kisses!
 
Stimulated igniters are threatened by small, word-of-mouth pus pushers, and the proud opportunity to ascend and escape must also come to mice hiding in mouse holes

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

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

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

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

I had already sipped, I had fought quite a few times: with gazes, squeaky fools, good-natured comers, who - perhaps - despised the moral fruits of the tree of knowledge at a cheap price, and yet stored in their brains, the sacred fruit seemed to get worse soon! I would speak more boldly, with a silly, prophetic childish voice and a free mouth if

I could have understood the word more scientifically - which is why with wise people! - I was looking for an alliance of scientists, friendly spirits; they all buried my good humor, the secret atmosphere, with their flirtatious, honey-glazed hymns of praise and gallows humor: what could have made me - if my linguistic stuff hadn't

they succeed - so that with groping possibilities I can find eyes like a blind kappa in the land of yellow *****! What was a toy and a weapon for them was an evil in my eyes: “You! Because you don’t have a universal linguistic examination, you can’t listen to grammar lectures that’s why - No one has teamed up with my uncompromising soul!

Sober, prestigious morals should be created, not by doing business with meanness and vulgarity, human dignity will sink, if it does not flicker as an unshakable candlelight in the heart of the Moral trusted!

Because we dared to believe and hope that the flame of the intellect would drive fresh and modern sprouts, - but we had finally seen it with fragmented self-confidence: in the exterminating campaign camp of Roast Conservatives; Inquisition is a gift for innovative spirits!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All the splendour and all the luxury of the piper goes back to the primordial material where it was created! The eyelash-spiral liquefaction of celebrity divas; The sticky gum of dovetail make-up shall be forgotten; And when the abundant rain-channels of the honest soul Are full, and the root-root of sensible sadness Has passed through every hesitating, half-weary man! For the world of Hyena has always cursed and despised the known child-fearer!

In-happening, in-between chattering souls, the wretch stumbling can seldom keep order! In every petal an orphan self shudders for the coming Spring! Like solid concrete or prison wall, on the bustling fields of our memory, seems to halt The sacred age of memories in peace! In every prostituted maiden there still lurks her angelic, girlish self: that her ancient craft may mean only survival and hope for tomorrow! She will interact with this superficial, cupping world if she consciously surrenders herself to it!

Like a sentient, childish angel, when from his cracked, twilight-flooded lips eagerly oozes the faithless, flowing blood; he commits sacrilege who raises his destructive fists to exotic flower-stalks! We should cling stoutly to the World! Without cheap pimps and lice, in a deep-feeling and enduring trust - Now and Here are already shattered from us! - With enduring trust we should go on, persevering in humanity on our bumpy life, and as we often fall, stumbling on our limp, we must learn to stand up!

When the Hangman Time opens over our lives; we raise our inverted palms to the sky! Wounded sunset flies in our eyes alive! For the Great Crossing - perhaps - everything is given, only we are more hesitantly half-nailed, unprepared! We can only rush towards the liberated Nothing with reservations! "The congested waves of this Being are ready to clash over our heads again - we can hardly cling to the created soul around us!"
 
There are still days of crypt when the gaping gaps beneath our feet rise with open mouths with their half-nasty-pathetic Will: "Jump down!" "And we're just wasting Death-frozen in one place, because the excited adrenaline isn't enough for us to accomplish the Deed!" The silent Infinite can only be felt by one who stops in Time himself and wakes him up with a wolf's eye and a karakan!
 
Their intent is consciously hidden by these faces today: A possible antidote to their vulnerability is conscious concealment! What can we expect from the Orv-World, which breeds these hyenas and also repels free-thinkers ?! Taigetos' careers and insidious teamwork await his unsuspecting victim like this!
 
Because there will always be craftsmen who are one way or another - but they try to cheat in disguise and enjoy their universal greatness and succeed! “Words are spelled from afflicted lips while they don’t even know the best antidote to aggravated sadness: Sincere Friendship

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