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!