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May 2021
In the orders of cruel indifference, like a deaf-silent shadow, the wounded Man stumbles through me: it would be good to forget the details of the passing away! Being: Forced Waiting at the Gate of Another Unknown Dimension! Appearances for pop culture celebrity fiasco selfish exhibitions! Light-blooded girls hunting for men wield themselves as valuable utility items, disposable trophies!
 
In the silent sediment of the silent silences, the stored gossip and rumors get stuck! The diva-makeup formula of faces can quickly be reached by damp cracks, which can rarely be covered by the cosmetics of gold yarns! The awakening of developments is still just groping and squinting! Shadows lay a nest in the conscience of the sighted so that they can learn the cautious fears! Over the years, we have become withered rose petals - and it would have been better for breakers, karakan waders: a world-destroying passage could take over many times over! Everyone is daring to laugh at obscene-provocative obscenities when they owe their humanity a firm responsibility!
 
The risks of public safety are not valid for this Age for a long time! Liar-factory promises to treat everyone with affordable tabloid media! Fractions of moments are indefinable, because with the faint feeling of comfort accustomed to comfort, no one is looking for new holes and excuses instead of their current state! Claim my existence! All hesitant dating, distorted acquaintance scenes culminate in offered, sensual stunts! Delirious stuttering, vile thief speech instead of the language of beautiful compliments! - Would that be the uppercase trend these days ?! –The baby's mother lies in the boilers of incubators as debris of withered flowers!
Norbert Tasev
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Norbert Tasev  36/M/Hungary
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