The Infinite cries, moans, hurts in me; there can be all suffering because the Present is pregnant with eternity! The Flame also believes in pain when it is in labor! How will the fate of the Individual continue to develop in the desolate mischief of the Komos in the expelled space ?! - A junk camp of grim illusions is fighting over our heads! It is devoured because we feel the behemoth in all their members at night! The career desire of the blinding Celeb-Beauties seems to be grasped in this present age, and any collagenized peony can be a presenter!
 
The Indifference described to boredom and the sponge-like **** in human heads became complete; the unrecognizable will-gates closed and the Night was complete! The tomb of Orpheus is dead in Time, and the tiny soul of the Universe can no longer cross the human ocean! Scattered Pile of Ruins In time, human benevolence also descended into insidious souls! Everything can only fall apart on this expanding bullet; the thinking Logos spark fades away and the tuna is threatened with a supernova explosion Stupidity!
 
All dreams of clinging deep to the rose finger of redemptive dawn; prevent possible floating with a practiced routine! In vain would gravity pull the Man down! A gaping vortex will lead you to temptation and you will not be able to free the inner night in itself to create its finishing silence! Hanging on hidden stars, Hope sighs! "Perhaps I am still laboring because in the depths of my wounded heart, Death from heart attacks always knocks!" I would still be looking for a solid point, which would certainly reassure me with a drop of self-confidence and courage; the yolk of the glittering burst of light flows s in the lap of the trenches of galaxies the yawning moon crunches…