Who guards what ?! Illusion of pink syrup cravings, another five-minute fame and career opportunities! Cheat-blind Teasing hope is teasing and advocating for those who bribe themselves at any time! Your purple heart must also be a wounded pincushion; home of dozens of stinging needles! Who guards who ?! Forced democracy among hen cages, a silicone puffed cake miracle, a lurking night that flattens or betrays and betrays everyone!
 
Lust and pain sprout from certain moments! An orbiting planet can only be my wounded, melancholy soul! I can't dictate when to create what! I would like to smuggle a living, karakan will from the kind gaze of a heart-worker as a heart-worker in the depths of conscious labs of consciousness! Greedy Time lends itself to the fat obscurity! He stepped back to the feet of the World as a muttering stake! Everything is repeated with a squeak!
 
I can have no less fear of Life than is absolutely necessary; I can hardly find refuge in running or schooling so far; heaps of desires scattered in the prison of desires lurk while they call upon creation! The Earth is now full of sizzling sniffers everywhere! The confidential crying voices of little men can be challenged in the same way if one considers himself and does not bow his head to the camp of delicate little kings! Anyone who spreads a card with a bribe card can lose at any time!
 
Bubble-lifted minute-blue people with balloon egos and inflatable biceps abound in their exposure! - I still fish in my past and present; among the memories of nebulized glows, who can preserve who, if Memory is already light-hearted?

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

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

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

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

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

My blood rebelled against you: The mark of the One One or the exalted ones shone on your Pearl-shaped forehead! "Mischievous, kacky Saint lights were playing in your eyes, and my victim, you know, was heartbreaking." The dazzling, sharp knife-tip yarn of millions of sunlight trembled on the beautiful arch of your lips! How good it would have been to have the artful snow fields of your skin now with a thirsty flame of kisses

to envelop and know: Our silent heart beats with the immortal Universe at the same time - your vulnerable, girly smile, fit, virtuous will never show up again: Your radiance slowly fades around me into memory, an elusive dream - focus on killer crossfire!

You would still apologize, you might explain everything with your mouth - "That wasn't the case!" Please forgive me for being caught around by storms of passion! ” "I'm afraid there will be no boarding on the love ship several times!" You would have to dive into the all-forgetting, fast-paced flow of Being - so I can forget you forever! Your eyes have become relentless fireballs, my compliments to you: Empty word thumps, thrown-out, meaningless improvisations like the bottomless well of lovers from which the desire to get rid of is sure to be doubtful! “The glorious candlesticks of the long-cherished heavenly bliss have gone out in you; that you could be happy and satisfied - whenever you wanted next to me? Your anger as the icebreaker of the Antarctics as the assassin of ruthlessness has suddenly hit your heart - and it will take a lot of time

while in the spinning of mortal grains of sand you will recognize your missed opportunity for yourself! You might finally realize that the immortal flames of millimeter paper production and letters were just for you, alone.

Just as I am lost, I just stumble among the cobwebs of self-abandonment, like a foolishly trained, trampled one who subconsciously desires towards warmer equator - EXIT rarely, if it exists! With their terrible Inquisition words, the Ordinary sermons come and squeeze, they all say, "Your foolishness is now being repaid by the hour of your death!" - And me? He humiliated him as a rag doll for his own good

Love may have twitched, what will happen to it? My only preserved or bonfire manuscripts remember, instead of people’s forgetful, perforated-crater memories, who I once was and could have been on the shady side of benevolence!

They will come, smile, and at the same time say to the Destiny and Fate, who set the target, "We trampled this thinking cattle and tore off their deceived horns!" - He who tried to advertise on burnt papers while he knew and believed that the faithful immortality of thought and letters is eternal! - Many refused to believe:

Even that such a fussy gingerbread, a strange beetle, could redeem the dying Morality for the scheduled slogans of beating heart muscles? Ridiculous! "It was full of smoky smart eggs, pathetic bookworm worms." a lot of foreign thoughts swirled in his brain, and only the one in whose heart the Vulnerability was permanently settled, threw out an anchored!

They laughed at him: Cynically, haughtily, as far as he could, hiding his true pearls - he was afraid he was just a human wreck these days! there is an immature, ribbed rock that is strongly iris-living and not a product of eternity - yet it is a solid mixture from the perspectives of tolerance and empathy!

Just as I am lost, I just wander among the cobwebs of self-abandonment, like a foolishly trained, trampled one who subconsciously desires to warmer equator - EXIT rarely, if it exists! With their terrible Inquisition words, the Ordinary sermons come and squeeze, they all say, "Your foolishness is now being repaid by the hour of your death!" - And me? He humiliated him as a rag doll for his own good

Love may have twitched, what will happen to it? My only preserved or bonfire manuscripts remember, instead of people’s forgetful, perforated-crater memories, who I once was and could have been on the shady side of benevolence!

They will come, smile, and at the same time say to the Destiny and Fate, who set the target, "We trampled this thinking cattle and tore off their deceived horns!" - He who tried to advertise on burnt papers while he knew and believed that the faithful immortality of thought and letters is eternal! - Many refused to believe:

Even that such a fussy gingerbread, a strange beetle, could redeem the dying Morality for the scheduled slogans of beating heart muscles? Ridiculous! "It was full of smoky smart eggs, pathetic bookworm worms." a lot of foreign thoughts swirled in his brain, and only the one in whose heart the Vulnerability was permanently settled, threw out an anchored!

They laughed at him: Cynically, haughtily, as much as he could, hiding his true pearls - he was afraid he was just a human wreck these days! there is an immature, ribbed rock that is strongly iris-living and not a product of eternity - yet it is a solid mixture from the perspectives of tolerance and empathy!

Now it is resounding again, the spit-out, wild brutal romanticism, which is what many brainwashed, nameless persona-CDs, pay-as-you-go kurafi call it, is distasteful. How the hell the distressing self-consciousness spews itself out into the world. "because everything is in vain!" – his basic feeling. The disgraced, poisoned saliva lips of prostitutes cite everyone to the meat processor of slaughterhouses.

No one wants to raise their defenseless head from the row of the yellow earth, where they have sinned with zeal, lying to the stars?!

In this upset, grotesque old world, where the insidious herd-herd spirit, arrogant, self-righteous, sole-licking idiots and party-faces sizzle with unanimity, the air hisses ferociously. – They are dishonored, destroyed, just like benevolent vagabonds; fake card holders rob each other if they really have to.

Even unarmed, the soul-flame burning on your tender body is more and more ominous and dangerous. Waving shadows strangle each other to their liking in the syrupy darkness. It is still permissible for ecstasy-intoxicated party-celebs who are dully recovering, if destruction builds a permanent nest among the ruins of their existence

The split schizophrenic ego disintegrates into its **** like layers of shells. – The extended waves of murderous silence blur the complexity of self-evident essences. The cosmic Janus face of murderer or victim is already going on. The long-term, general deprivation of the same goals is already the cherished dream-desire at all levels.

The tempers of the Cain brothers are now straining against each other. All of them are lone criminals still hunting themselves in their No Man's Land!

Turning inward, you just look, you don’t see yourself inward. Chasing the ring tooth of an idyllic daydream, into the memories of lived events in childhood, into an unchanging past, among the blunders of your futility; you dwell there, who can whisper to you the caressing words of your conscience!

You see cheerful, bouncing players around you - all breaking the rules, you imagine yourself: It could be Order in the midst of clutter! And the others didn't even guess your secretly flattening helper - tell me, where did he go ?!

You hold your individual, selfish hope to yourself, if you keep them so you cherish your emotions! Your heart trembles when you have to decide responsibly, so you ask them and what they murmur into the gaping shells of your ears, you can even decipher it, you can pour it into words like a hermit saying a message, a silent prophet in apostasy - you fight with opinions,

sue! The True Word is bubbling in you in an immortal cauldron that you have always been afraid of, and you ran no matter how many times you should have stood in the mud! You have consciously remained a child in your selfishness! You are caring for your childlike dreams, and you would have proudly hid underground to see yourself through the mirrors of your receptive eyes, the only possible guarantee of your survival: The cowardly runaway!

I have to think on my kicked stomach and ponder how much I didn’t do on the fringes of my scarce fears, it could have been! And every time he suffered a weaker injury; flocks of roaring wolves roared my ears deaf. "Maybe I've lost a little bit of my personality, too, in so many changeable shapes!"

Sooner or later, everyone on the kies island of Loneliness will be forced to reckon with their sentences! Alpha s Omega starts from the center of human colonized law and quickly crashes into the fidelity of the heart; uglier work can hardly exist than Betrayal! Reason-nourished intellect degrades into a aggravated obstacle course; devastating Alzheimer's phlegm, bred **** soon reaches! Five-minute-famous Celebs host and dream singer careers in business!
 
Everyone who has been offended many times is enveloped and finally immersed in his self-mutilating thoughts! Instead of tiny puddles, I should have sprinkled fresh dew on my soul wounds; fist deposits and crater colonies formed in my heart basin, they started to puncture! Dead Sea sand looks into my eyes, maybe you can still feel compassionate with ***** pains! I deliberately became a Shadow Friend myself and broke away from companies!
 
Let the social life of new chirping ***** be organized only in peace - but without me! The lie and the sound of the roast pigeon promise began to gain weight in every member! My painful leakage can no longer be opened to anyone and ruptured enough! Convincing improvisation - fearful - may no longer be enough for this world today! Ghost hotel specialists give birth to this land; a developing country is in a deliberate coma in the middle of Europe! The camp of the top ten thousand melancholy is suddenly growing and common sense norms are immediately overridden by Star **** s and Celeb idiocy!
 
Cheap kitsch pushes the boundaries that everyone wants to be a singer and presenter already, and he talks at English in slang-spotted talent scouts! - Androgynous oligarchs are already money producers; in which they cannot sniff the smell of success with sharp instincts, they soon shovel it! What an everyday loss of prestige in seconds!

my own heart, the Quyothe of the Guardian Loyalty is thirsty for someone! I narrowly miss the haunting shadows of raven-feather nights when I think about how much I missed everything and missed the lovable connections of Being! How vulnerable every tiny human story has become, and one by one I would have escaped myself from the hyena-throat of fears that, like a fluttering herd, moan soul-splitting!
 
In me, maybe it's just the spent Pearl of Truth Human! My own flesh eats up my flesh and feasts moderately on my heart attack. If I were a true Man - I was already annihilated and I had to arrive at the scene of my selfish humiliation every day so that I would not descend into a arrogant slump! Sometimes I still feel the depth of my soul buried, crusted in the depths of the trench, I still guard and protect the vulnerable, shaky Child! Instead of the claws of self-milling, self-marking remains for the time being! The frantic shards of the scared tiger-flame Moon slit his flame arms into the wall of my room while constantly hurting and hurting me too! I’d rather be Robinson’s hermit, an all-survivor than a brainwashed, jerky idiot who drowns himself to a low standard every day to claim and grab his five-minute reputation pathetically but at all costs!
 
Indifferent and superficial In the hay of interest, I would rather not be a Victim - but in emigrant loneliness I am constantly protesting for Man until the pain can alleviate! With a vigilant-killer gaze, the World if I let him, ”he gritted his outstretched teeth at me,“ and once wouldn’t have asked, ‘Could you help?!

He pinned his drowningly amber, amber waterfall into an artistic bun — hoping that others would see his two eyes, illuminating his entire Cleopatra face; a whispering hyena desire throbbed in the air as he awoke with respect! A wary, shameful admiration trembles with aimless balm on her peony lips; mulish alienation appeals to someone who sincerely loves, it has become a bit alienable! His silver-white handcuff-ducks, the universe-desire of his delicate fingers trembled with an electric discharge when the little bell called in his bell-ringing heartbeat!
 
Little boy with sadness - he shouldn't have answered - feeling the cheap secrets, the enchanted heart could easily raise a cathedral! Cupid's tired arrow always misses something else and falls to the ground in helpless paralysis? Nor can it be a painkiller to selfishly wickedly injure a person who is lost and can rarely find a home without help!
 
Essential Soul foods are deliberately lost sight of and left to be lost! The hell machines and wreckage stars that make us oblivious to everyday life, the compulsion to comply: The pessimistic, exhibitionist layer of celebrity measurements is chased by small-style goros every day: when every minute person expects a low reputation! Rose petal bodies like feverish brothel stops ask for and provide natural services! And none of the fairies trapped in exhibitionism ask, "Would you like a little chatter?" - In small-style fame, it is still better for some to bathe than to cuddle after hard, hunger-hungry entrants!
 
Every path in our spiral-existence runs like an endless patient curve, and it’s better to pick out strangers so you can find out how much you really feel?!

It is dangerous to investigate with suspicion not only the small, seemingly insignificant bagatelle secrets of the Universe - but also to observe from the secret corner of the eyes the apparent tricks of the present Reality as if nothing had happened. Blind luck can escape from the hands of a person who has started to get holes at any time; the momentary joy and happiness are so imperceptible, barely perceptible, like some strange, inexplicable series of states.

As soon as a person meets an individual who seems to many people, it is better to observe everything in detail; from the culture of debate to the logically constructed coordinate systems of reason. "Some" who are still driven from within by the greedy, visceral career appetite will fall into fertile traps, to spend more and more - hopefully - at the expense of others. Why did we have to experience that even the false sincerity of love, affection, and feelings can be replaced at any time, can be put into Procrustean beds?!

Increasingly, inevitable decades of unstable sandcastles may await us, which have neither end nor length, because in a somewhat nightmare-like way, one can imagine that one is spitting in one's face every second, and the universal **** is now less and less able to be wiped away. One always overdoes it, but at the same time pushes the degrees of misunderstanding too far, because the outside world no longer reacts to it as it should; empathy, tolerance, solidarity - I say so - have all degenerated into meaningless, shallow words. Instead of providing help, general A grimace turned into a raised eyebrow.

The smell of coffee makes you feel nauseous and nauseous, like it's another lice day that you have to start somehow!

A valid domino principle is already fully valid in all cases! Good luck washing, all chirping taps are a good treat, a shaping that pushes each other into the back! The minute reputation of brilliance is never rushed by the fall of the Individual! It seems like a ten-minute, self-contained pall of a job interview repeated to the point of boredom! Dancer-comedian will hang your clown lace at an angle more easily if you know even the dog is not curious about his sensation! Who they like to see as an obsessive failure, a loser even from humanity - it could easily be that he wears every moral prime!
 
You did not intentionally commit the retaliatory principal sin! The classic case of overinsurance only applies to him! There’s always just the smell of ammonia from the sharper scandal smelling in the infected V.I.P air! My little boy chatter would be taken down immediately by the absolute adults! The nail-biting tactics of creative women lurk deep in their counting souls; more second fiddlers have never been needed just in this misguided time!
 
With a slender, superstitious body, he snakes from guy to guy until he gains the privileges of a carefree luxury lifestyle! Incorporated sources of error have always been easier to blame! The rider of exotic evenings is already every jampec fool: easy, overnight adventures forever knowing everything! The germs of immortal romance are dwindling! Why do Don Quixote's chubby face have the unwilling slap first? They go through a whole life as an orphaned victim! Only a few could know the Stars from the sky to lie down

A valid domino principle is already fully valid in all cases! Good luck washing, all chirping taps are a good treat, a shaping that pushes each other into the back! The minute reputation of brilliance is never rushed by the fall of the Individual! It seems like a ten-minute, self-contained pall of a job interview repeated to the point of boredom! Dancer-comedian will hang your clown lace at an angle more easily if you know even the dog is not curious about his sensation! Who they like to see as an obsessive failure, a loser even from humanity - it could easily be that he wears every moral prime!
 
You did not intentionally commit the retaliatory principal sin! The classic case of overinsurance only applies to him! There’s always just the smell of ammonia from the sharper scandal smelling in the infected V.I.P air! My little boy chatter would be taken down immediately by the absolute adults! The nail-biting tactics of creative women lurk deep in their counting souls; more second fiddlers have never been needed just in this misguided time!
 
With a slender, superstitious body, he snakes from guy to guy until he gains the privileges of a carefree luxury lifestyle! Incorporated sources of error have always been easier to blame! The rider of exotic evenings is already every jampec fool: easy, overnight adventures forever knowing everything! The germs of immortal romance are dwindling! Why do Don Quixote's chubby face have the unwilling slap first? They go through a whole life as an orphaned victim! Only a few could know the Stars from the sky to lie down.

When the restlessness is also difficult to calm down inside, one day it may even happen that you will finally be able to make peace with yourself; when you will be soothed and comforted by the truer, more angelic being of your Beloved, who first gently bends over you like a sleeping birch branch, then hugs you, cradles you, like an orphaned child, maybe then you yourself can understand the complexity of the choice, it was always in you alone.

When Being weaves new ulterior motives and nefarious plans against you, you will easily find out that in this great, infinitely fattened, manipulable game of chance, which is now being played for the pleasure of the Galad World, you will feel that you can find your own lesson-witnesses even in your fall.

Even now, still sleepily, a little comatose, the small Odyssey-like readiness of homesickness hums and hums in your heart; you want to go, set off on a journey as if it were a continuous eternity, because you are unable to lose the weight of your precious, tiny life, thought to be shipwrecked, in one place, and you can feel as if the no-man's-day sin of everyday life would immediately crush the seeds of your as-yet-undiscovered creativity.

Take good care of yourself, because you yourself can face it every day and you can see it: the average person is regularly cheated and deceived by the harlots, bloodthirsty sensationalists, celebratory, pitiful scumbags, and greedy, unquenchable longing for a more luxuriously arranged lifestyle, which you have nothing to do with, since you always wanted to be yourself.

When you feel that others can pull you around as they please, you will need a gentle nickname and some truer words of friendship cut from honesty.

Insanity and disregard for the most elementary human interest is always unavoidable and often fatal! A series of ingeniously tragic coincidences can at any time challenge the individual, still thinking childlike individual while too much of the World is lost without end! A rush of creative ingenuity lurks in everyone, and all ideas and plans go up in smoke when there is less and less to choose from the industrious chain of multiple connections!


In this century of the information cyber-revolution, conscious, lazy idleness is just as visible and tangible! A wide variety of spectacles and cleavages are always caught by the curious camera: the retouched smearing of indispensable eye make-up is rarely noticed; the question to be answered is: what has changed?! - The booming melody of horns blaring from the bones of horns screams in our faces, proclaiming that something has happened to the city and its fallible people! The stench of "Nothing's right!" is getting worse! - is not right!


It is as if everything and everyone has turned into empty shells, sinking in on themselves, like our stinking refuse to be thrown away!

It is increasingly limping or shattering, Mihasna's Perpatvar, Vocabulary preaching is an obsco of the long -brainwashed thoughts. Because almost everyone already knows, or at least guessing that chess steps - sure, sure - should be harmed with a higher power, and do not press unnoticed the certainly prepared, symbolic red button that can deliver a giant mushroom cloud.

They put on the infinite, illusion sheet of lies, if necessary, if not, as if the human soul would have been more ancillary loss or a commodity to its waist; There are plenty of people who may even have a weedwriting in fruit flavors with a calm heart, as it serves their wise interests. It is as if they get used to it in the cells to be angry with themselves in the cells, not just the world that has become a place.

Because all depths, falls, are also a mouse hole in itself, from where it is not possible in the spiral labyrinth circles, as they deliberately removed the clamp-opening, redeeming keys to existence. Rather, everyone is deliberately nesting in the tuna indifference and forgotten behind their fence, where the silence has long been filled with dirt. Temporary immobility, like some silent betrayal, enters the pores of the mucus skin unnoticed.

Ourselves should simply be comforted, perhaps crystal clear throughout a living life; Our committed, stupid, yet human, petty mistakes are warning, until finally, it can easily be left for us. The profound power rehearsals of will and humility are barely existing nowadays, only if it is just mentioned at higher levels of instructions or referred to it within spectacular frameworks.

Because for some reason the aspects that are now hidden; Whoever broke up, then broke up, and eventually forgotten the right of stormy emotions, as further spiritual weights, the soul's ever -wearing, vulnerable depths, where even the miner is not very daring.

Celeb-blink, beauty-made shores on the conveyor belts are carried by the digital space everywhere, so that the sensationalist and the average person who has made a lousy bargain can only stare at the life of Jancsi. When will billions of understanding molecules-stimulating emotions come permanently and really fulfilled?!

It would be good to feel in the depths of the Star Eyes with the omniscient eye, and the manipulated soul could not allow anyone to bribe it at any time.

Beautiful, negative words are now gone, like the chronic blind, and the stars ever brightening are stumbling upon themselves; The Creator Silence -Fearful -can no longer cover it completely, but it will not allow it to be safely hugged after a more difficult weekday. It is as if spiders are weaving the uncertain tomorrow, man often, even a small child, will be in everlasting games, because he cannot trust anyone anymore, perhaps not even keeping his closest acquaintances close to themselves.

The relationships, like manipulation, unveiled acts can still be occupied by an abnormal body, as well as the thinning body built from the cells of instincts. A vain lover is also a wounded heart that makes a loyalty vow, and for some reason, ten years away, a single question, when a final break is made: "Why did we fall in love with each other?! Do you remember yet?! Look into my tearful eyes and say you loved it at a particular universe! "

In the willful sea of ​​determination, emotional storms were raging in groups and could only be very, very difficult to dampen; Thousands of trials can no longer be endured, tolerated by the human soul, which eagerly thirst for empathy-tolerance just like the absolute love.

The clamping compulsion now voluntarily puts a soul into the body, a mind into thoughts; Perhaps once, the human turn, the restless stress-voltage, which occasionally has mood breaks, will be finally overwhelmed, and as nature changes day by day, minute by minute. Many times it would be so welcoming for a heart -born, redeeming smile to give up a reconciled human interior, which is united with itself.

I tried everything! An emergency exit from this daredevil-barracks is rarely created for free-thinkers! The melancholy, sanda-smile of dictatorial wills roaring over our heads is handing out: a stadium, a plot, a church! Beaten, roaring roaring, even the verbal word of orphaned prophets for the Truth! Our well-founded misconceptions are not unfounded recently! In hazelnuts, deliberately shrunken brains, it is rare if you can still create a vigilant intellect!
 
I see mass misery eagerly despised by sensations and fame; public funds also change the current owner under unclear circumstances! I was already overwhelmed with the hope that every day could only be better and more optimistic! Unemployment is contagious because guarding minds have yet to boldly report with swirling languages that they are totally fed up with the current standard of living! - Bribery is becoming more and more common in everyone!
 
This Hyena-smiled, starving Age is creating its straw puppets one after another! A number of powerful lords have built tabloid plazas on the shores of Lake Balaton: the promise of amusement parks is also more of an obstacle course! As a herring, avoid massive tumors until sunny! The ring of the distressed is getting tighter! You can be disturbed by all your field strengths with every bribe application and gratitude money: Disturbance enthusiastically applauding denomination s common people! Bad blood and puffy derring-do give birth to bagpipe weeds in soul-seeking souls!
 
Stroking ***-licking is hard for me! Raising your head in the camp of morals is rare, if allowed! The suicidal railway track intended for junk is also being turned into a doormat - it may be just right for a junkyard.

I tried everything! An emergency exit from this daredevil-barracks is rarely created for free-thinkers! The melancholy, sanda-smile of dictatorial wills roaring over our heads is handing out: a stadium, a plot, a church! Beaten, roaring roaring, even the verbal word of orphaned prophets for the Truth! Our well-founded misconceptions are not unfounded recently! In hazelnuts, deliberately shrunken brains, it is rare if you can still create a vigilant intellect!
 
I see mass misery eagerly despised by sensations and fame; public funds also change the current owner under unclear circumstances! I was already overwhelmed with the hope that every day could only be better and more optimistic! Unemployment is contagious because guarding minds have yet to boldly report with swirling languages that they are totally fed up with the current standard of living! - Bribery is becoming more and more common in everyone!
 
This Hyena-smiled, starving Age is creating its straw puppets one after another! A number of powerful lords have built tabloid plazas on the shores of Lake Balaton: the promise of amusement parks is also more of an obstacle course! As a herring, avoid massive tumors until sunny! The ring of the distressed is getting tighter! You can be disturbed by all your field strengths with every bribe application and gratitude money: Disturbance enthusiastically applauding denomination s common people! Bad blood and puffy derring-do give birth to bagpipe weeds in soul-seeking souls!
 
Stroking ***-licking is hard for me! Raising your head in the camp of morals is rare, if allowed! The suicidal railway track intended for junk is also being turned into a doormat - it may be just right for a junkyard

It is as if, as a intended intention, it was constantly going on, and even the stupidity of the free-thought minds is to be held; Now, beyond the world of tabloid media, the so-called. In the world of cheap, diluent-smelling influencers, which have been abandoned to pop culture, there could be a growing ruthless, almost intentionally brutal-hard competition for the sacred favor of followers and lyrics. Because now it seems as if all and everyone is a cheap, bribing, pathetic Jibs' sensation not only from the wide Cyber ​​network of mass-information digital channels and networks, but also from the increasing decade its rather heating and determines it.

Now they can't dare to listen alone to the reasons of the already completely left -handed, which can be made, to be logically built -in clichés, because they are better off telling others what, where, where, and especially how to do it.

Personality as a temporary or if you like; an intermediate individual, no longer satisfied with the unrepeatable magic and perhaps specialty of the individuality of the individual. Cheap, dilute, reduced simplified sentences are grinding many cheap celebrity presenters on TV just like on the digital wavelength of commercially secured radios, and of course no one guesses, and knows that if pseudo-hazug news and rumors replace a poem, Perhaps the average brainwashed, hazelnuts of wild juggle men would be able to re-discover the small micro-capabilities of their thinking using autodidact methods.

It is as if this current vulnerable life seemed to be a pathetic, complex tangle, from which a safe panic-free release from a safe manifestation on asylum routes, as well as a fled mailer!

It would have been good to leave my discomfort - for at least a few hours - to leave, to leak to leak between my circulation; Even with a low watercourse, the pendulum-like wire, which has been slipped on the cooler door, barely took off the brown chocolate pearls of durable, massive faeces. It would be a good thing to quit the self-time at least some days, of which there is quite a few available, and then less and less.

My seemingly confident self-confidence is cut off by an unpleasant or just unfriendly calling, usually by the wild baundry motorists, or the company of the bohemian teenagers who are well-sufficient in public transport asks for a larger room for maneuver, He tells you that you. There is such a livable world out there, etc ... Well, that's a lot of good for me!

Incredible secrecy or intentional inaccessibility, even in twenty -four hours of the day, is no longer ordinary or conventional. - Greasures and worms can feel just as cozy, comfortable in a situation that was forced, as well as the average, when they have fallen asleep, that they are consciously afraid to ask the nature of unknown things because those outside - may be stupid.

Purgery wounds are caused by disintegrated friendly bonds because they are retrieved, depriving them of the ability to heal; There will be perfect unexpectedness to the bagatell nothing if they are not careful and let them lose what could not be created!

Now, as if he was driving a wind, cloudy clouds jump over and down with a brief grasshopper. It is as if he were a prisoner of time, which he had never let go, but many times he is in prison if he doesn't pay attention enough, or his ever-acting attention is wandering away.

All prisoners of the age of the modern mass man are to avoid this temporary fact -at least for the time They like it.

Gigantic lottery game that -involuntarily -is now involved, and although he has long been aware that he should have left the cheap chase of small -children's dreams, but no one is so cheap that he even tells himself - Although nothing is excluded nowadays.

The eternal one of the Nesse was always followed by a shadow; With a broken cheap momentum, he finished another telling card circle because he was eagerly chasing the momentary reputation, buying happiness, ownable economy, even though he knew it was no use, because it was just a silent voice without a sheet of emptying!

This is how it slowly becomes the practical action of persecuted minds of everyday cheap-elementary commercial days.

It would be good to return as the stray, loving silences of a wandering wanderer who wants to go home! When outstretched swan hands caress the caress in the imaginary fog of rocking dreams, the sleeper as a dreamer, and his eternally heritable symbiosis below and above may come together! The body-warm protective shelter can no longer be worth anything if there could be no pounding-throbbing sound-sigh left for the emotional heart! In Alantos Being, we have been disappointed many times when, in the flames of the enchanted moment, we explored the soul of Adam-Eve as a treasure trove of dividing cell molecules, and by secretly driving her entire blood tunnel out of awe, out of curiosity!
 
In the dawn light of rising suns, the shadows of daytime objects also grow up! Falling, intoxicated, consciously wild self-expression heard his anthem in our faithful, unruly hearts; from the fringes of instincts a wild vortex burst upon us, like an unquenchable hunger; the miracle of the Universe found in us may have demanded more and more of both of us and suddenly we became children again; curious little foolish toys of Time who were driven by desire and who could not understand many things! In the animalized torments of pleasures, the intoxicating demand for Freedom squeezed again; how much more mature richness this earthly happiness could have been than the scream-sharp torment!
 
We hid in a gnashing of teeth like they were ready for everything, and they regretted a lot of things! - All human feelings are daring to love and give! - The prison cage of the narrowing Time is already chewing, and the candlelit holy dinners of the past have moved away from us! With leaking romances, we can still preserve our memories for a short time!

Insignificant details in the buzzing pace of Being: orphaned, late-sunflower yellow hair trembles in the wind, always turning to face the Sun like one preparing for an unfinished showdown! Withered petals die when dried barren, yet keep your head raised! You no longer intentionally forced overbearing, haughty contempt! Whoever offended should live only, but alone: separately! My rage time often puts me in the right place when I’m just trying! Meaningless, yet logical determination lives on; my inner biology, like a timed clockwork, clicks frantically instead of me!
 
The cannibal appetite of worlds is fattened again and again by a destructive instinct of greed! Unnoticed, prolonged trust also befriends themselves for a long time; he is determined to show himself to benefactors! The lush-lying butterfly-dance of superstitious-eyes cannot heal insidious worm-chewed wounds! "I would like to turn my back on all the evils that can be done so that I can only remember the Beautiful!"
 
No matter how humiliating I had to accept: an insidious, lake-wide world would wash my solidified brain if I left! - The world-beautiful beauty of the seedless in the scorching sun cannot produce laurels in this superficial existence! Starting with a shower of tears, wailing sounds like every futile call for help! On the threshold of merciful defeat, the blood-wound of dawn erupts again; forgot to turn off the leather hose tap! Jealous demand tops even filled with Man's misunderstanding! Angels with redemptive fear already hold their terrible glorias.

In the throbbing cauldron of the Spirit, a restless heartbeat tickles over the silent petals! A heart attack dread can knock at any time if the victim can no longer keep their competitive weight! As a bribing agent on a parallel track; a crater would have been born from a crater depth, not a shipwreck break! Bottomless sadness consumes itself every day, and a long remorse drives suicide to those who may have remained vulnerable intentionally!
 
The eternal-immortal superstitious whisper of the Universe flows down to the dreamy body of the dripping, spawned honey bronze-brown Muses! The healthy flow of open embers disputes is still increasingly lacking; conflict avoidance preferred! - We should go into deep flight, ignoring the obstacles that are renewed every day, and we should perceive all the boundaries around ourselves with listening ears! The heart is an innocent pocket cutter, and it is not possible to know exactly who you can fall in love with again; it is still difficult to get used to the fact that place fees exist and money already dominates everything! - They pretend to give each other dreamlike kisses gently!
 
Whose detailed chubby face and every stigma-wound like ever gained in the battle of criticism seems to still show on him that he is gambling with his emotions, and his emotions are benevolent clowns! When the chalice of the heart-petals opens in the flaming bestowal and sings the ode of trust; we divide our own garden of Eden into billions so that we can remain harmless! - To be forever exposed to a foolish whim in the midst of solar flares! The joy of deception has become bitter for many times: the crumbling plates of dawn-cold eyes collide quickly when all resistance on the paths of the soul has ceased

The interiors - perhaps you can barely notice it - shrink into an increasingly narrow mouse -sized cage, in which the free -born soul stumbles. The image of your face is just wrinkled, washing grooves, it is not yet known whether the dirt or just aging.

Subject to reflective misconceptions, not only who you were, but nowadays increasingly who you could have been; They are very ******* with unbreakable threads, as are the habit of tied fools, or the pigs taken to the slaughterhouses, and you can't understand yourself; In the old, grotesque world in which you were forced to prosper as if the cross -sections of the interior were becoming more and more scarce.

You could hardly recognize the smells who just stopped by you, that you. Is it good or malicious to a person hidden in the given branded, expensive suits - at the same time towing, knocking, treading, or, if you like intentionally, it is necessary to not only only the Alamus ants in this world, but also the unworthy Caesar.

There is no one who can speak to you as a wisdom of libraries, and you would listen to you with interest, because you would feel from the inside that you can trust it, so you can give it to your true, real simple word. - The memories of the soul that are embedded in stories so they quickly fall out of bribes.

There are no abandoned houses to be considered home. On the sharp pebbles or is forced to balance while your legs are wounded by the stone; It would be good to have an inner map that leads to an encrypted guide that would whisper the one-to-one as a gullible heart: maybe it can't be too late, maybe someone is waiting for you!

Loneliness-seeking shock flares up daily in the trenches of my deserving face! In my brain, harsh thoughts strike a pinch: what a horrible joke every single charm-smile, art-liver-like mimicry stray look! When the immortal Universe sins with glittering stars - the happy destruction of fearful momentary moments may be the most important thing! Your budding vortex, my pathetic attachment to Being turns you into another world and your watchful gaze is crushed into millions of shards by the bitter loneliness of uniqueness!
 
The unconditional, gloomy nightmare of the Night is ingrained among my sighing bones; tearful and weary tears of my eyes are embodied in unshakable figures! "You wake up so many blind dark, many sparkling pills, in the shadow of a wounded Spirit, because there can be little vi kiss medicine for my wounds!" Between the flames of my hidden demons and my digestive Hyena hells, I still live persistently! I am a punching, drooping wanderer, I can hardly want to find my place many times, and my mood - which will one day click out - started to suddenly turn rancid!
 
I would call on my immortal Beloved, only to be able to listen forever to the courage-pouring, lily-loving voice of the south company, the chirping of his silky ***** as a tannin — and I still couldn't solve the big riddle: Who is the goddess on earth?! Until the bleeding twilight bleeds on the web of embezzled minutes: What else can I have to do with the Savior Light at all?

Chain-eyed heroes served in an ore-shaped cliff socket: aggastyan wages are served, silently in the immortality of time. They preserve their past by listening to their vision of Theiresias. Lightnings also stand on time-worn wounded ridges, prophets of loneliness stand: Iris soares to indefinite heights With the meaning of Icarus, the thinking consciousness: It never gives up!

All the pounding noises are their murmurs, a majestic, terrifying revelation: Below the diminishing feet of the mountains stands an unfortunate village infested with its envy-morsel, - he utteres the smallness of Jericho aloud! The disgusted putts here like the killer spikes of bitterness

the illusory ideals, the illuminating morals, - the candlesticks of goodness are now shining less frequently here - the total attack of the killer-throated wolves that have ruined everything and everyone here - the Apocalypse is at home here and we are slowly recovering ourselves. - In an ore-hearted spine socket, silent truths are swept under the fluff of carpets, - beyond the wounded distant sky there is a stretched soaring golden dragon rocket lights. In the pure, unshakable bastions of silence, only the eternal human laws can be left to him alone: ​​Fear reigns at the knocking beats of heartbeats fear vulnerable personality consciousness

on his troubled, misunderstanding day he devours several times, a distorted mirage, the Peace of Appearance shines, if the wounded, pure-hearts do not do it! - In a granite socket, only they can be unbreakable septa, rock pipes that expropriate land: It crumples, whips the groove section of muscle chains and is not spared daily by the moody moody, raging natural disaster!

In life - even if you wanted it to - there can be no more random, pleasant coincidences like some special, already agreed upon, ready-made surprise that among the hiding of cells and instincts, as in most biochemical continuities, the unconditionality of the hidden yeses could still be decoded, for which a relationship that is supposedly lasting, in principle, is still being built. One or two amino acids or DNA helixes still argue, conspire, and get into trouble; it is not even certain that the bombshell lady, whom we asked out on a date due to numerous rejections and persistent failures, will finally give in and, out of sheer neighborly kindness, nod and say yes to a pleasant evening of dinner.

The heavy stone flies at the end of the date, and hits the wounded, stupid, idiot, who believed that he was as valuable as anyone else. Evolution seems to have largely rejected flattery, courtship, and the usual etiquette and manners, the only possible measure of which is material well-being and a luxurious lifestyle.

Misfortune attacks from an ambush, it can sneak up on its defenseless, still hopeful victims; they stand in endless spiral lines with their selfish-greedy happiness recipes, because standing in a given line can rarely let go, because in a narrow space we are jostling and trampling uselessly like eternal whirlwinds.

I slowly fall into the depths of the vortex of my killer silences. Every Stigma Day I have to put up with the sins of the ******* world! They accuse me of uttered Judas ’words while my falling pearl of yoke dazzles me in a shattered shadow face! The distance of times stirs up and asks: "Let's see! How much could you learn from your lessons? ” - but no one deserves an answer, lingering, no-man's-house underpants!
 
It would be good to show the trenches of the shells of the shells of those times today to those who have ever kicked me in and out of me! - In my arms diligent blood molecules began to numb; an ever-threatening apocalyptic puzzle message weaving fears of death: can I wake up to the reality of an uncertain tomorrow?!
 
My heartbeat defying drumming beat but it would be nice to share now! I could listen to the tiny music of toddler, mini soles, while the immortal Dear Superstition would look at me with omnipotence, and in the lap of the harmonies he found, the two hearts would become one! In my faithful eternal-child soul, there would be no happier person than me! "Yet in the zigzag of my organized consciousness, it is as if connected spaces give the news with echo sounds: 'Take care, for the End may reach you sooner!'
 
I would interrogate this feeling in a deafening, delicate silence so that I could hear his excuse for Being, why do I have to break away from Being so soon?! "Imagination draws an infinite cosmos space around me, and I cannot trace the sincere truth that has consciously prepared me!"

The flickering sliver of night light now encloses the pitch black like a looming, cracked lampshade. Outside, the brutal cold of winter, which wants to gnash its teeth, bends icicles, even though it is only minus two at the moment. "That's plenty too!" - you think, while a lost yellow-cheese taxi carelessly passes in front of your house.

Something has stopped again and disappeared from this World that is now starting the new year. You can't be 100% certain that you've actually just become a tolerated, transiting guest, who is asked to go to hell behind your back with the very first elegant gesture, or is pestered for a while with wait-and-see, honey-glazed tactics. - A surprising number of people flounder through their own ****** lives, as if everything and everyone is already spiraling towards the great common debtor, from which there is neither escape nor return.

The fake passwords that also attack the other worlds in the form of belated rescuers rarely, if ever, arrive on time; an elderly mother collapses on the open street corner, while curious, naive, almost childlike onlookers rush around her, while her carefree and worn-out body sighs out its thought-to-be-immortal soul as the last unfinished chapter.

The wretched shell-loneliness, and rather the increased avoidance of redundancy, increasingly tempts the still-stuck living. - The fate of the lost often scares even those who are only now trying to learn and teach the acid and pepper of the capitalized but lying Life. The projected vision of the future is now even more glaring, and even more conspicuous. The beginning and end are often barely recognizable!

How fertile, sniffing now is the serenity. Maybe this is the proud or sublime time of enlightenment, is it so sublime, strange? You can chat here only with mythical signs, hand signals and the quietest! Together they are here: young scholars, wise-looking prophets - monks who have remained with intention and tradition even in recent times. Together they watch the immortal immortality of the letters!

Then they come when the day is over soon and too suddenly over! The inexplicable ancient secret of books rests in letters embedded in letters; offering himself towards complete immortality! - perhaps it is really in this holy place that the remaining ray of hope, its light: The immortal, eternally thirsty thirst of enlightenments?

The greedy and insatiable thirst of the Enlightenment is now foaming the Knowledge into big sips to fill the still shoreless and uninhabited mosaic pieces of the brain! And man should always distinguish between immortal lines, eternal thoughts: Destruction and Creation!

To find answers to life's recurring and summary questions, and not just to answer questions with unending questions! The eye beetle, like bustling, motoring ants, is purring the silent, speaking camp of letters! And while an uncomfortable neon light with its unfriendly glare rays constantly injures the retina like a needle: The point is, let's continue - yes - on it, more and more, and more! Anyway, the latest knowledge is always discovered first, and only then does the suffering past come together from its crumbs!

And even if it is superfluous to prove it, the individual truth, because it is an evident one - something should be done responsibly to make the operation of human wellheads understandable here!

Nowadays, modernization and the rate of development are intentional and at all times; It fells or just caught, spinning - falls out again as a black man. Because there is no way out of the dreadful bag -shaped, fat patch body; At least that's what you see without the zero empathy of the visceral, exhibitionist world. However, staying within the depths of the soul would be so good to drill and search for so many encrypted, apocryphal gateways, low-borne wormholes, even between the tilted taps.

Once used in flu grids, different give trendy-Sikk fashion, beauty, or lifestyle management tips; How should I exist in a nicer, livelier way?! Superficial benevolence is just a cheap, pathetic disaster packed in another shop window, from which the average is never profitable-it would only fit one of the uninhabited questions of forever: Do you still like to be miserable?

In addition to the misconceptions, they also possess the petty thoughts that have become brainwashed, because they think they can be better; Rather, they are in the same place, even when they do, because they believe in a given system, which - in general - is already saying who the ones who are in effect, even if this whole pathetic, rotten rotten hood is all together.

The fact that the average -perhaps -is a bit impossible and at the same time seemingly nonsense -absurd. Like the amphibian ants running around us, I was both guilty, and a deliberate desire for a shipwreck!

Unnoticed kitsch-suspicious movements manipulate, distort, and surround their unprotected victims; It is as if they could not swam the fraud and the multiplied collapse themselves, because only the sincerity of souls is the only viable path. The moment is no longer divisible, as well -thought -out lies leave molds in the pores of cells.

The tamed faith of pipes often bleeds on a nippy lips if they cannot feel the amber laundry of the righteous universe; Hammer strokes of breaks and suspicion remain with people, if you want it or not, because it becomes part of it. It would be so good to bandage the broken wings of iron angels, not to wait in exchange for financial benefits.

The lashes are extended, and in the shade of the man, the man's tanned, wake -up coffee is still staring; His chronic mornings are delighted, thirsty, as if he were no longer drunk, but it was sobering the origins of instincts. Life often rings us unexpectedly, like a set alarm clock that goes around again and again.

The decades have come back and forth into the haunting periods of unemployed childhood, when everything could seem much more predictable and maybe simpler. Sometimes only truth can examine the holy sins of the eternal moments broken. It would be good to leave the camp of the fixed liar believing once and for all!

Listening is still ticking, but he would confess his throbbing memories of the Unstoppable Heart if he could speak! In a rotting ***, the leaves of the blood that are damaging to the soles burn with petal flame! Arterial muscles quarrel with mischievous blood vessels; the stressful Nervousness orders with a squeaky heart attack alert! A cracked envelope rages frantically in a haunting ominous night! An exclamation voice sobbes in me as many times as I can; I lived in anxiety between my shackled body walls; in a turbulent world I should still be consciously alive to see the flames of eternal Friendship in cometary rose souls! -
 
A prisoner with a winged voice would often be released from the prison of my rebellious chest! "My darling's immortal gaze is drifting beside me!" The nightmarish melancholy light of moons is marching more and more unpredictably as he is constantly tempted! The fever of my patience can be overcome only by my human humility! Fear of Death increases the massive **** that leaks in a bone prison; his fat glass beads always appear on my face! "A shaggy storm will soon pass over my heart if I let my Being things happen in time!"
 
Painted nail queens run through life; scooter Shadow of doom haunted behind unlocked stiff eyes! On a UFO-suspicious night, even the car horn is like a Stranger; in all my spoken words only the Silence lies and grows; flourishes in its destruction! Even in earth mirror lights, desires sleep and instincts flatten! Tunnels are dug with a sure career consciousness by blind moles; among silent, moist roots, they are sure to matte to the Finish! It takes an unstoppable push s who is not rubbed enough in this present world is easily trampled before being led.

Mole-light
 
Listening is still ticking, but he would confess his throbbing memories of the Unstoppable Heart if he could speak! In a rotting ***, the leaves of the blood that are damaging to the soles burn with petal flame! Arterial muscles quarrel with mischievous blood vessels; the stressful Nervousness orders with a squeaky heart attack alert! A cracked envelope rages frantically in a haunting ominous night! An exclamation voice sobbes in me as many times as I can; I lived in anxiety between my shackled body walls; in a turbulent world I should still be consciously alive to see the flames of eternal Friendship in cometary rose souls! -
 
A prisoner with a winged voice would often be released from the prison of my rebellious chest! "My darling's immortal gaze is drifting beside me!" The nightmarish melancholy light of moons is marching more and more unpredictably as he is constantly tempted! The fever of my patience can be overcome only by my human humility! Fear of Death increases the massive **** that leaks in a bone prison; his fat glass beads always appear on my face! "A shaggy storm will soon pass over my heart if I let my Being things happen in time!"
 
Painted nail queens run through life; scooter Shadow of doom haunted behind unlocked stiff eyes! On a UFO-suspicious night, even the car horn is like a Stranger; in all my spoken words only the Silence lies and grows; flourishes in its destruction! Even in earth mirror lights, desires sleep and instincts flatten! Tunnels are dug with a sure career consciousness by blind moles; among silent, moist roots, they are sure to matte to the Finish! It takes an unstoppable push s who is not rubbed enough in this present world is easily trampled before being led

A proud power that has sprung from desires: a *******-greedy worm that longs for more and more chews its bones and soul with a corpse that spreads into the flesh of people of ******* fame! The everyday life-sustaining instinct of survivors is shivering with vain, phlegmatic arrogance! The dazzling sparkle in the mirrors of the eyes breeds and valuablely shines new opportunities for those who have always longed for more; inherently dissatisfied with their lives!
 
Doctor chirps are already starting to gossip at small galas. In the same way, the crowded company is placed in an inquisition or on a pedestal, to whom, albeit faintly, care and honor matter! Some murderous blinking eyes hint at insidious games on drooping, hanging art mayor smiles! On shiny gold wires, freely tugging straw puppets are writhing themselves in a swamp! With deliberate intentions, they begin to destroy the possibilities with honey-glazed supplies, and shadow spots can remain on the former radiator in the place of exotic gazes!
 
Up to wind-shattered trembling lily petals; you want to cling to the shipwrecked angel-leaf soul even more boldly! The melancholy-cedar light circles that start to spawn dangle richly even though they know, and guess the accelerating career death may be their only fate! - Their immortal passions lurking in the crossfire of gazes seem translucent objects; the tears of the honey color of the sunshine left alone should be comforted Our selfless yet kind words may create loyalty…

Now the sky itself cherishes more and more gloomy, sour cream *****, cotton candy clouds. Chubby angels - just as the sun’s rays run away from this non-existent time, they flee. I research and discover my literacy as an ant-taught self-taught self,

I often get a rash from schedule, longing for pennies - because what I want and what I can get is in many cases lost or sold out! You can survive! Number, if you can, just takes a breath of stuck sentences and stutters. I am a liar if I betray my heart! Existence now comes with a meager breadwinner - I’m a returning, survivable hedgehog again,

and if it's an invoice, or just a check when it comes - the intellect can't do anything else: Divide and, if necessary, break the law, cursing and suing my mind for money set aside and the suspiciously thin poems of my favorite contemporaries - the library ticket is only for students s discount for pensioners:

With our mortal lives, we are dwindling with restless, restless nerves day by day! Although in other forms, compromise and palalization are hidden - the Essence does not change, and it is the same! It grinds our meat bone-to-bone and devours it for a little hunger, free chewy munches and coffees:

Because a decent wage is only for the craftsmanship - we dug beautiful graves for liberating, beautiful hopes, so that we might bury our remaining dreams and wasted opportunities for good! In many cases, dawn is found in the worker: Sitting on a chair, the sleeping one still dreams bitterly…

Man, it is better today to snooze quite a few people with a given mood! he can hardly do anything else: Hysterical minute-people and flirtatious Germans who want to flirt dictate the pace and the Order today! And the role model of the ancient hero of our time - although he could hardly have noticed himself - became a morally contagious prey, a waste material: His will and his belief in knocking down rocks were missing!
      

Bare, meaningless messages, slangs of words humiliated into grotesques discourage the unrealized ideas of those who have ever dreamed of the world! Nearly now, frustrated desires float in vacuum vacancies, bursting with a network of conspiracies of petty lies, and each cosmic evil revolves around its own brain planet - it does not wish to undress its pathetic half-shoulder and lightness!

It leaves everything on the brink of destruction and thrives on the shores of self-pity! "We don't want to be better to ourselves in the rush of tomorrow, to be nobler!" The battered soul and the burnt will take on a deep silence! Man's inhumanity has now collided: Re-establishment has now taken shape and determination again! You can't even benefit today - that's what others think, unfortunately -

neither the Heureka crumbs of honorable honor, nor the guardians of unbreakable conscientiousness: Yawning mountains, dreamy aggastians! Maybe at such an age the halo lights of the moral-humanism of the Universe can travel from the inner landscapes of the soul with heart energies and sympathetic flames?

Locked in the prison jail for four days of eternity, like a slowly sloughing, wailing wound, I was healing as I teared myself inside - the swaying light above my hallway, the shimmering light of the night, was not shivering! Couldn't have helped: I couldn't have believed that I would wake up again the next day, endlessly imprisoned, as a convict!

- Green-carpeted aluminum leather floors have convinced me: Here even the doomed are naturally yelling and screaming: Maybe when I get up and out of the small micro-henna, the universal feeling of human sympathy - and let the wounded hearts rest and be satisfied! - Stretched, strap-on to prevent debilitating bone in cats

grid like that executed - I protested stubbornly and stiffly - and was forced to scrape it with crumbs, mashed potatoes as well! "Perhaps the only refuge if one does not want to starve to death - and in the immortalization of Time until the morning, scientists decided, like a playful chessboard, of the fate of figures: Let's fall on the bed!" ,, In the operating room with him! Or let's have some more rest! ” - Four long

and after a day of suffering, I was able to get a red-blue overalls-blazer in my leg, which had proliferated in my legs, and as a fugitive astronaut in my parents' arms, I somehow stumbled out of the **** building! handcuffs from ******* beds to temporary and temporary luggage.

All this happened in those four days when the angels were ringing in the air and messaging for Christmas! Dream waiting just didn't come night! And the sadder was the unforgettable expectation that, with the hope of dawn, when even the wheel of luck could turn, I could hardly rush upon the found, lost miracles: my right foot was all laid in a plaster coffin, not a heavy hangman's tortoise, captivity trap preserved for mortality

He kept silent, grinning with an arrogant-fat bladder around his neck while despised like an open shark's mouth! In a hundred times targeted, smelly days, everyone has become a traitor because he could not have selfish, vulnerable trust in the offenders! Striking an apple orphanage in my wandering years, I trembled as a descendant; I couldn’t stand alone to bring back the backlog living in memories! With crying depths of crypt, I should look into wolf eyes at all times, until a small child, who still had to forgive me, boasted in tombs!
 
I already felt bitterly on my skin: the closing muscles of the giver of human goodness soon relaxed, and if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep what was mine forever! "I could never survive unscathed with a stubborn, childish feeling!" A dying yellow wind like the dying candle flame: shadows of faint silence wandered between the living ****! I have to settle into the empty gloom; my crusting borders should be protected even further - we would fall into darkness together!
 
It might be better to let go of my accumulated horrors so that I can get rid of the distressing and withering burden! On the threshold of Existence, the fatally swollen unforgivable is interrupted; in a strange, lukewarmly splashed exhibitionist world, as a witness, I have to hide and hide unchecked! "All the good news is frozen as a lie on talkative lips!" I also grinded myself a little into my series of selfish failures! My heart: dark, drummer, holey hole! You can only judge this foolish, ******* world! For inexpensive, mouse-rattling cries, you can’t advance long-lasting relationships

Only the color and at most the shell, if you can see it. In the seed house, the black-brown seed is soaked and dried on the sand. He looks like an outsider wanderer, at the same time confiding in him, and at the same time even luring him in with an insidious desire.

Its insidious layering is revealed by a regrown thick layer; it always escapes from your grasping hands. It inevitably dictates and interprets the meaning of Being; it casts enticing shadows in front of you.

When the comical moment comes, you can see him slapping and deceiving his peers clinging to the branches of trees: perhaps people also beat each other up in this way, take advantage of each other. Judgment trudges towards everyone with black lead weights, just like the executioner. At the frozen, silent bottom of slimy dreams, everyone can already guess that the rightly dreamed proud present is just a lie that started as a rumination!

The innocent gaze is shocked by the fact that greedy worms, gnawing on the flesh of juicy, southern fruits, have stealthily invaded the farm like silt submerged in mud. And that the well-deservedly praised exotic looks merely pretended to play both flirtation and the intentionally orphaned true love.

The scorned and destroyed revenge shines in Dúlt's eyes, that he was led and deliberately betrayed the emotion of the immortal Allness.

The loyal, truth-telling mirror of the eyes, when did your gal become a traitor?! This current money-hungry, misusing the World's victims every day. And while the seed can feel comfortable inside its seed house - trampled by the harsh outside world every day, it makes use of its defenseless tugging puppets!

Killing silence, incomprehensible suffocation, dense crowds! He puts his mind to the ground, hopefully Estonian, the sluggish gang. - Eyes: Like empty craters, they yawn, offering melancholy answers. They can show less the lights of gassed, ragged roads and common sense in the brain, they can only indicate Heureka's solutions less often!

The heart is just a pointlessly pounding pump going up and down! The tamed boredom also yawns. He opens his horrible, abandoned mouth, and spikes injure my soul with bouncing whips! Somewhere even into the night, a shoreless squirming one-voice screamed. The dried tree leaves hissed under my feet. Yet they would wish for the ordinary miracle that had won a heartbreak in their hearts: A glow of glass as a stranded, shoreless sacrifice to save us from the filth of cheap, earthly hell!

The hall thrones of classrooms have been touched by my feet, almost always! The final last word of those sentenced to death could not have been mine either! The heart was always expanding, deepening and widening into a melted crater cavity, then the intellect saw there all the vile opposites that were still tense in the souls of the people!

I carried with me the alienation of outsiders - because it was the Order: Who defended the unappealable and personalized truth of Damocles over it. We fell into a Kharübdisz trap where snarling monsters tore our university flesh, our armored humanity, every day.

In the wasted prison cell of my room, barely seventeen square feet, the devastating news came: You got married, and I can hardly - at most just - compliment you in poems! You're a chestnut-eyed, mature chocolate-haired fairy. Your fragile, ***** shoulder stood guard over you like a toothpick, your ruddy heaven-smile face: Full of merriment, full of silent vulnerability!

I cannot allow myself to fade into a memory that suddenly leaves my heart and mind, and to wreak havoc on my forgetful brain, I will make an eternal complaint with a notebook: It is an immortal eternity among my trivial, trivial things as an immortal eternity. "It's been slowly becoming seven years since I grieve barbed wire, and with its contagious tears you grieve grief and bitter despair with your self-forgotten flirtation, your sunshine happiness." S rock-shaking sobs

how many times did you hide on my oak shoulders as a lone deer! Today, or perhaps, looking to the distant future, motherhood will appeal to you with its fertile harmony: Gospel in deaf ears, heavenly music - but it would suit your heavenly joy if you floated back for a single pure and forgivable minute.

on the wings of the mind evoking satisfaction, the immortal, embodied Universe, and your youthful son, are always loyal to you: We have always felt each other's heartbeats in our youth!

selfish listening is even bigger and more murderous today than if I could share it with me! A larger, uninhabited continent is at war with me than anyone could understand! Curiously, however, I threw myself thirsty at hyena landscapes; they would have been called by the conciliatory smiles that sent me, the promises that could be kept — I would have put my trembling child's soul, trembling in my innocent tears, in the palm of My Beloved!
 
If he looks into the mirror of another seer - he offers him a teasing shadow! When someone sees me “on the other side” he only senses my chubby fur-crust: an emotional Marsian! My loneliness is also a rich relative of the waterfall of my falling Star Tears shining at night! What would I find and get to know? I'm autumn: my falling letters, if they don't pay attention, the wind often sweeps away…
 
I will be a limp bee on the silk veils of my sweetheart's heartbreaking petals. He will take care of my
 
pistils, I will close my eyes and I will know Dormant! His tired roe deer danced flirtatiously in star-glitter even with the yellow-glowing Moonbeam; I could feel its crater weight, even though it was millions of light-years away and it was curling over our heads at the frowning midnight! The redeeming Universe burned my skin like a flaming black flame: our common body trembled at a beat like a stretched bow and immortalized al
 
I wrote my vulnerable footprint in my heart and can I hope it takes care of it? - In the double darkness around us grows the rampant uncertain! We are both standing on the shore: Who can leave first ?!

I wake up, I wake up, and only in the morning do I regret the nights leaving in silence, the screaming ravens wisely watching the hellishness of owls as they warn of the vulnerability of Existence! And I have to look enviously at how I smile and shine at the rays of the bombarding sunbeam on my face: Even the natural antidote to a hangover! I must be up in the face of a radiant radiance, a bitterly wrinkled World, and in it the compromising Man who proclaimed himself a wise man who knows all things!

And suddenly in my heart the executed despair, the ongoing anger, the instinct itself move: Eternity every day without an immortal sweetheart - and meanwhile even those with cowardly ant-zeal live on the ground with me! - Man always asks for things, favors, and obligations: he deserves more, and yet less than he deserves.

your own morals are worth it! Man, as a free prey projected on a truly humiliated Adam costume, is forced to face death, gnashing his teeth. The defeated thread of its existence can soon be cut off by the molecular organism of mortal biologies! - Thinking through connections perpetuates everyone - and we don't know the true meaning: Whether they were determined in our case by superior "powers, executioners"

"And as dying grains of dust, they become one with the tears that wounded our face, which was destroyed in mourning!" - The nothing that is permanently destroyed, isn't it approaching ?! "You are cracking yawning bones there, that there used to be an eternal bang!"

How many more wasted, pitiful, nightmare-filled, futile vigils are needed for a moment that was said to be eternal, to let not only the lack that is said to be permanent, but also the emptiness to leak out once and for all?! Despite the deliberately diverted parts, it seems as if the pitifully structured scenario could have always remained the same.

Sooner or later, someone will really get to know someone, and what's more, on an instinctive, visceral level, they will unexpectedly throw them away, saying; he delved too much into the other's more personal, more modest, lyrical self, which is like a thick, unbreakable walnut gut, and it's a tough job to even break it open, especially when someone tries to protect and protect his soul with doubled spiral walls.

Then comes another love that flirts with the Universe, but is still trite, which may seem to totally replace, change, and convert the person in question, until finally, one fine day, it ends in a painful breakup simply because the secret gigantic weight, the outbursts of honest, lying emotions are no longer they can be enough to make everything right, or just make up for it.

Questions, new illusions, and insecurities surround the individual day by day, and when the registrar's finale comes, instead of the obligatory yeses, nos are heard, because material well-being is still worth more than a paltry, life-smelling petty emotion. But the long-awaited solid and eternal snail-house happiness just can't come, since both parties made a petty, calculated deal in their own way, so they bargained at the same time. It's a shame to put the apparent oiliness in yet another set of question marks.

The current social conventions, which can be chosen on purpose, are still deliberately imposed on each individual and try to regulate the life of the traditional average, while, condensed into a single minute, the given life will soon fly away, and there will not be a single witness left who knows who was, or could have been, the another?!

At first, an organically challengeable remnant grew quietly in the silence, while finally the verbose vocabulary was doomed to vile-alamous silence! only then could he taste the poisoned taste of everyday filthy-selong tongues! The star-dignity of self-esteem will soon be filled and then bled! Constantly bleeding grievances flowed through the party system of the phlegm-killer Being; and even inside, only rocks and coral islands proclaim the solitude of Golgotha, and that this may have meant something for sure at some point!
 
Life is a crouching, sizzling fairytale fair for a day: even if you devour yourself, you could eat at any time if you could get a finer wall or more laurels of privilege! Because everyone can guess: a single sense can only remain awake, which, like an encrypted radar on a lost formula, attracts a camp of materialistic spoofers and those for whom luxury is also a trophy! "Balding silence grew even more between the cracked parts of the distance: we became columnists-flatterers of foreigners!" Absorbing minutes give birth to muted golden spit, and in the absence of contacts, in the lowland areas, only the one who sold himself or pushed him in!
 
Condense to dilute increasingly curved mirrors! Heart dropped to the ground, who will be the lucky one to babble with his golden heart?! My murderous soot, like a small-style dog tag, an Amam business card, will be deliberately and trampled on, even though I never left myself! - Our present, who has been touring Calvary, is also shaky! It would have been good to run away from insidious secrets if I had known that his "reasons" would upset me! - The darkness of oblivion never unfolds, - but it falls to the depths of a chasm

Neither fatherly deserved praise nor the babbling of brownish deer lashes could get us. My friend! Only oily bounces of the overstretched rope nerves, and the prejudiced humiliations of the failed exams and colloquium exams: It was the sinners who could not learn enough! You have recovered in your bravery - I have remained hopeless! - We're still standing

in the uncertain grips of the future, and we cannot know whether our Tomorrow will be spiced with uncertainty of existence? What we can do: We mingled in the crossfire of questions between nodding and good pouting bulls, our persuasive word preached by forbidden taboos! In the imaging, lying tunnels of appearance and hypocrisy, we wrapped Ariadne's threads, and in the fate of our excessive brevity, we were often trapped within the walls of a maze wandering into heirs!

We could have neither our honor nor our credit, nor our courage as a pillar of bridges - for you know well: If we spoke True, Brave, Ingenious, we have cut off our further path! We’ve been kicked into a lot of ordeal, and the ivory legacy of knowledge has been guarded as a choir of guardian angels lurking secretly with scorching eyes!

"Now that we've somehow trampled on the upper brain palletization of mutual betrayal, the ancestor of the compromise flickered." - No secure livelihood, no family, no consolation, motherly kills; swaying in forgiveness: Now, marching among the Congolese mountains of silence, all I can do is observe what he has done with his mutual transgression, his betrayal, in order for Man to have a yew-flowered career.