Are modern, human-made transformers dominating the swampy, algae tabloid media and the fact that such a cultural show is for the masses of brainwashed mortals ?! The restored mass-man has once again claimed the right to himself to wean his happier few. To hear the rhythmic clatter of desire telegraphs for a long time: "Money, profit here! Do you hear? Whoever is already a prisoner can rarely be out there! ”

The accomplished, ugly time on the engravings of the engraved faces of unrecognizable stigma; In the midst of the moonworms of the moonworms, unsuspecting mothers give birth to their hopes for a better life. If an echoing cave could be a melancholy heart, it could reveal many secrets. With the cheap promises of our handshakes, everyone is trying to lay it out at the table for the honeymooners themselves.

Many of them are already smelling the rotting, spotty afterlife cover of their camouflage. Who got lost in the mud to this world of dragons being forced to get along or even cry for himself! Our destiny: a busted, bustling leaf on an open engraving. - Everyone walks into conscious oblivion; sooner or later the memory will whirl up.

Inward, shaky, dazzling comet-light cuts through from one soul-stop to another, because it knows and feels the same curvature. Her fame and deliberate exhibitionist indifference infect her and produce yet another chaotic theory. Even very few can be admitted to our inner onion shells!